We both stood there, staring at each other with hatred visible in our fixed eyes. She shook her head. "I thought that I could train you, so that when you realise about your wolf side, you wouldn't be a beast like your father, but I was stupid." "Train me? You tortured and tormented me, and you call that training. You killed Maribel in the process, your own daughter." She laughed. "Maribel isn't dead. She ran away and Steve and I are still on the lookout for her. One day, we would find her and she would finally be rewarded with her punishment, but as for you Hillary, you have proven that the blood that runs through your veins are indeed those of your father." "I'm really glad that I don't have any of your crazy blood in me, Glady
1160 word(s)PublishedThirteenI decided to count to three. So I did so in my mind.My heart raced wildly as I was aware than if I screwed up, I would die.At one, I reached out to my rusted blunt fork beneath my shirt. With care I got it out without him noticing.After successfully getting a strong hold on the fork, I waited patiently until he carried me to the edge of the stairs where there was a dark corner."Stop!" I said aloud, choking badly. "I'm choking, I got something stuck in my throat.""What are you? A kid." He sighed as he stopped reluctantly.I choked continuously with force which led to him staggering into the dark corner.And then, I quickly directed the fork at his throat.He was taken by surprise as I had anticipated."Bitch..." He began."Sshhh." I said pressing the fork into h
1161 word(s)PublishedFourteen "Get out..." Then Crash. I crashed. The car tumbled and skidded off the road. The radio had gone dead and everywhere was silent, the only noise I could hear was the sound of my thumping heart and the dripping of my blood from my head. The headlights of the truck twitched, then finally died down. The truck began to smoke, and I was certain that it would explode as the truck had been having some leakages. Although, my head was throbbing and I felt dizzy and nauseating, I knew I had to get out and far away from the vehicle. I tried the door but it was jammed. The smoke emanating from the truck increased and I suddenly found myself suffocating. I yelled and screamed in despair as I lost vision of everything but smoke. Just as I was about giving up on life, the car door was yanked open. I was carr
1038 word(s)PublishedFifteen"Uhm...Yes." I stuttered."Finally." She mumbled and sighed in relief. She bent and reached into Ava's pocket and brought out some set of keys."Who are you?" I managed to ask inspite of my fear.She shot me a hard glance and simply ignored my question. She unlocked the chains and helped me down the table. One of her hand was gripped on my shoulder and the other hand held the sharp dagger."What do you want from me?" I asked curiously.She looked at me with the meanest face I've ever seen and then she smirked. "You ask too many questions, Hillary, just like your sister."My heart began to pound. What did she mean by that. How did she know about my sister? How did she know me? All these and many more questions raided my mind and left me uneasy and more frightened.I needed answers badly. My curious mind couldn't bear any mo
"Hold on," I said, more confused than I had ever been. "please come again."She sighed."Please, at least let me understand." I pleaded.She gave me a long look. "Fine...""Thanks." I said"But... just once more. Your sister stole from the prince...""And who is 'the prince'". I said laying emphasis on the prince.She looked at me in total disbelief and confusion, like she really expected me to know who she was talking about."Okay, you want me to believe that you don't know who the prince is." She said with her eyes wide open.I nodded my head."You must be joking.""I'm not."She shook her head in disbelief and surprise. "Well, I'm talking about the current Lycan Prince, Lord Saints.""Who is a Lycan Prince?"She grumbled. "That's enough, all you need to know is that your sister
The tears began welling up in my eyes again as memories of Ava and I resurfaced. Although, it was merely a week that I had known her but that week was one of the best weeks of my life, if not the best. I remembered how happy both she and I were when we had visited the park and had rented two hairy small dogs. We had worn identical clothes which were more exposing than the clothes I wore normally. In other words, the clothes we had worn were perfectly normal and were not revealing in any terms, as the clothes I wore normally were usually covered from my neck to my toes and most of the times, from my head to my toes, as I usually wore long scarfs which covered my whole hair and most of my face, except my eyes. I chuckled when I remembered how I had usually asked Maribel why everyone thought we were crazy weirdos. We were indeed crazy weirdos. Most of my days in highschool, I went to school with fli
I opened my eyes to see who my savior was and took in a sigh of relieve as I saw Dylan. His eyes glowed red and his fury was very visible. Ava took a step towards me and grabbed me by my neck. She dragged me towards her and held the axe closer to my neck. "If you move an inch closer..." She said. He stopped and glared at Ava. "How can you treat yourself like this?" She frowned."I don't get you." "I honestly thought you had something in you, but with your stupid actions and unnecessary jealousy, you've proven to be nothing but a spoilt brat whose bad bloodline and wealth has corrupted your mind." "You know nothing about me, Dylan." I held myself together as I watched the whole drama unfold, praying earnestly in my mind that Dylan
The first thing I saw when I woke up was the beautiful tweeter bird I had seen the last time I had been in the pack house.It wasn't outside like it had been before but rather it was in a golden cage which was placed beside me.I sat up and groaned as the pain in my belly and back was still excruciating but I still managed to sit up.On the cage was a small letter which on it was a wildflower.I picked it up and read its content.Hello Sleepyhead, I hope yo
CHECKMATE'S POV Fighting Ivanka turned out to be more difficult than I had expected. She had so many advantages over me, considering that she had even been my martial arts teacher not too long ago. And when I realised that the only way to stand a chance of surviving was to shift to my wolf form, it was already too late as she was capable of making a half-shift—just like Hillary, she could still be in human form and access her werewolf strength. So, I had no time to shift and was vulnerable to her attacks. I couldn't even defend myself as I had no weapons to wade her off. She rose me up in the air and flung me at the wooden wall of the cabin which cracked open. Blood oozed out of my head, soaking my entire hair within few seconds and judging from the excruciating pain at my back, I could bet that I had fractured my backbone. Moaning in pain, I watched my stepsister walk towards me with a cruel smile on her stiff face, while twirling the point
JORDAN POV "Don't you ever give up?" I asked in annoyance. "Yeah, I do sometimes but not when Hillary is involved." He said, dropping the torchlight. "Why do you have a death wish?" I asked, even though I knew how weak and injured I was, I wasn't scared of a werewolf. But Dylan was an exceptional fighter and a dangerous one too. He flashed a wicked smile as he revealed the short blade beneath his coat. "I don't have a death wish anymore," He said. "All I want is for the world to be a better place without you Lycan Demons involved." "That means, you don't also want Hillary as she has Lycan blood in her." He remained quiet. Then he raised the blade up for the little ray of light that dimly lit the arena to meet and then I realized that this was more of a threat than I had anticipated. There was a green liquid on the blade and from the instant repulsive feeling I received, I knew it must be dangerous to Lycans, but I wasn't sure, so I as
HILLARY'S POV I was on the floor, wailing like a widow when I heard some spectators scream, but not in happiness but a scream of terror. Wait, did Ivanka miss? Or did it meet... Oh no! I sprang up to my feet and rushed to see who the victim was. "No!!!" I screamed out when I was CM pinned to the ground with a five-foot spear stuck in his chest. I pushed the petrified Ivanka away and hurried down the stairs to meet CM. When I arrived, after pushing through the grieving crowd, I met CM lying in a pool of his own blood. The pale-looking Dylan was wailing in agony while Jordan stood akimbo, with an inscrutable and blank facial expression. I fell to my knees beside his dying body. "Please, don't go!!" I pleaded as blood flowed down his mouth. "Take h-him a-away, she'll kil-l him." He struggled to utter as his life slowly seeped out of him. "No," I wailed. "How did this happen?" I yelled out. To my surprise the angry crowd began pointing f
CHECKMATE POV I had been watching her for days. Ever since our last discussion or argument, I had done a lot of thinking and I'd come to realise that I was wrong, but I didn't' know how to make amends, so I started by convincing Dylan to take her back to her room. I even convinced Mr. Grono, the chef to prepare her French breakfast. But, I knew those things were too irrelevant as I still felt so much guilt and shame. I was watching her again. She was with her Lycan King, and from her grip on his shirt, I could tell she was begging him not to fight, which appeared to be a little bit late as our Alpha was already fixed on the fight. She loved him, that part was clear to me. But why? I guess that wasn't my business. She's an adult and I'm just a kid, anyway. The fight would take place the following day and the whole pack was in fear, some people were even scared of sleeping while the monstrous Lycan King was amongst them. They all blamed Hillary, and they had solid
HILLARY'S POVEight days. Eight days, eleven hours.Although I was no longer in the dark room and neither was I being kept prisoner, I still had a keen interest in staring at the time.Dylan had also decided to take me back to my old room, for reasons I had no idea of.Today had been fairly horrible unlike all the other seven days which had been nothing but chaotic and terrible.I had woken up with a fabricated smile and had prayed genuinely like I did on every morning two years ago, the only difference being that now, I wasn't praying for freedom anymore.I took my time brushing and enjoyed my hot water bath. Later, I ordered for a French breakfast which was delivered by a grim chef, giving me killer looks as he gave me my breakfast. At first, I considered disposing the food In fear of being poisoned but then, I thought against it and consumed my breakfast happily with no worries.Now, I was staring from my balcony at the farm where at least fifty men, women and children were working
Lord Saints POV It's been one full week since Hillary's disappearance and to be honest, I wasn't certain if she had been abducted or if she had gone back willingly. Either way, it hurt me more than anything else had hurt me in years. Initially, I had been crazed and had quickly switched over to my old side. The whole castle had been trembling and fear had consumed everyone. Then, I realized that I didn't want that. The fear I had once cherished and fed on wasn't desirable to me anymore. Being with Hillary truly changed me more than I had noticed. Now, although I was sad and downcast, I wasn't bitter like I had been before. And to be sincere, I loved this new side of me. Early that morning, I strolled down to the royal cemetery with two bouquets of pink roses—which signified gratitude—in my hands. My first stop was at the grave of Finn Johannesson (Scarlett's younger brother) who had died eight years ago from an incurable disease. He had been her only
It's been six days I've been here. Six days and fourteen hours to be precise. How would I know that? Well, I've been staring at the large pendulum clock in the dark room I had been kept for the past six days. After I had finally realized that I had been cruelly betrayed by someone who I had believed was closer to me than anyone, I had thought that I'd be punished or even persecuted for fleeing with the Lycans, but rather I had been welcomed with Dylan's open arms. Just when I was about to get relaxed and relieved, Dylan leaned forward to kiss me and I swiftly dodged his kiss like a bullet. Then, I saw his true emotions. His countenace had changed instantaneously and he had ordered for my apprehension in this godforsaken room where I had been locked up. Ever since then, Dylan had visited me repeatedly, during which he had taken his time to badmouth Jordan and the Lycans—not like his words had any effect on me. To add to my predicament, the worst happened the p
HILLARY'S POV After convincing the clinic's staffs to release Checkmate and I for a brief morning stroll, CM and I wandered the castle gardens, talking ceaselessly about what we had both experienced in the brief period of time we had been apart. I watched him run his mouth and I couldn't deny the happiness and satisfaction that thrilled my heart. "I heard you once teamed up with Brianna?" I asked as he played with one of the castle's fountains. "Who is Brianna?" "A blonde Lycan girl, about your age?" "Oh," he let out. "Is she that naughty and arrogant know-it-all who assisted us in taking you home?" I chuckled. "C'mon, don't insult her. She is one of my friends, okay? She acted as a constant reminder of you when you were away." He snorted. "I doubt that. She and I aren't alike in any way." "Hmm, but you both are smart kids with high ambitions." I said, amused by his childish denial. He laughed. "High ambitions. What does she want to be
CHECKMATE POV "What is he doing here, Hillary?" She looked back at him and returned her gaze to me. "That is..." "I know who he is," I said, angrily. "He is the Lycan beast, isn't he?" The bewitchingly attractive man smiled, much to my surprise. "I have a lot of names, boy, and that one you mentioned is my all time favorite." "Do you think this is funny," "Checkmate, stop!" Hillary yelled at me. "Just calm down, okay?" "Why?" I asked in annoyance. "Tell me one reason why I should calm down when this murderous bastard is in here?" The man's smile wavered but he didn't utter a word. "For God sake, stop being rude." Hillary said, noticeably offended. "I don't get it, why are you defending him?" "I am not, okay?" She said, "I am not because there is nothing to defend about him." "You don't mean that, do you?" I asked, bewildered. "This man is a murderous bastard that killed just how many members of our pack." "That wasn'