Lord Saints POV
Watching her walk through the doors of the council had reignited some of the feelings I thought was lost in me.
I never knew I could detest someone so much. I never thought that I could have so much hatred welled up in me after several years.
Anyway, she was here. And I could finally have my revenge against Anna and her daughter. I had nothing to do with the other hunter girl on the floor. Apart from the fact that she was a leader of a rebellion, who caused the death of almost two hundred lycans during the explosion, she hadn't done something as horrible as her sister, whose boldness and bravery stung me in my heart.
Hillary's POVI woke up with an aching head and an exhausted body.Where am i? I wondered as I stared around.Ordinarily, I would have said I was in a majestic room, but with the drip stands and the hospital equipments around, I knew I was in some kind of home clinic.I tried rising up despite my pounding head. "Damn!" I exclaimed as I recalled everything that had happened earlier."Maribel?" I said as I struggled to sit down.&
I hurried out of the room to avoid being pinched by the old nurse as my nose still hurt from the previous attack. I found myself in a the front of several passage leading to numerous rooms, chambers and other passages. And I didn't know where to go. From behind me, I heard the old nurse yell. "Why are you standing like a statue, don't you know the grand master would be waiting." "I don't know where to go!" I replied. "And standing there staring like a dumbo would help you in anyway? She yelled at me in annoyance. "C'mon, don't be a chicken and try the passages one after the other." "One after the other!" I said. "That way, it would take me decades to get out of here." She smiled. "You're still young. You wouldn't be too old when you get out." I grumbled. "C'mon granny, help me out." She feigned a frown. "Don't call me granny, you'll make me sound old." "But you're an old…" Her eyes glared at me. "Don't you dare finish tha
"My mother?"This couldn't be true. My mother was dead. Gladys had told me months ago in that foul-smelling cellar. But did she actually tell me… or did I just assume that my mother was dead.Flashback: When I saw her, I threatened that if she alerted the guards outside, I would end the both of you in my arms. She loved the two of you too much, so I was able to control her. I led her out of the safehouse and then into my rickety car and then...I took her to the famous Lycans and sold her as a sex slave for a few bills.Now I remembered. Gladys
Lord Saints POV It had been three days since my encounter with the hunter girl and still my mind wasn't at rest. Had I been too harsh? Had I been too wicked? Did I do the right thing? Was that the perfect way of handling her? "Yes!" Scarlett replied. I had invited Scarlett earlier to my chambers as my mind was too troubled for me to handle by myself. It had been decades since I had been as worried as I was. And I thought it best to share my thoughts with Scarlett as she was one of the closest persons to me and was someone I somewhat trusted, and
Although it has been years since that had happened, it was still so real and fresh in my memory, like it had happened a few moments ago. My father, Cornelius Saints, had been a great king and a great friend to his people, but I, Lord Saints, have been a greater king, emperor, master and god of all supernaturals, and I have done a better job in protecting my people. I'd ruled for almost two decades with no occurrence of war, which beats every history of every other king. I'd brought order into the supernatural world, I'd created a balance between supernaturals and humans, something that had always been a problem for all the past rulers. But now, after almost twenty years of peace, a sign of chaos threatened it's way into my world, and the source of
The door leading to the other passage opened and about twenty guards stormed in with weapons and armors on. Following the guards was old sir Henry. His old face wrinkled more as he frowned at the broken window. "What is going on, Henry?" I asked in confusion. He looked outside at the furious crowd and then back at me. He sighed in exhaustion. "Follow me, my lord. We can't stay here, it's too dangerous." I could hear the roaring of the crowd outside a
I had just gotten back from the crowded town hall, where I had gone to address the angry and frustrated mob of protesters. My temper was higher than the clouds as I stormed into my chambers. Indeed, my suspicions turned out correct... The protest had been master minded by someone in the council. Someone who knew about my judgement concerning the hunter girls. I had been accused in the town hall of saving the hunter girls and for freeing them from damnation. The door of my room open
HILLARY'S POV I woke up feeling lightheaded and nauseous as hell. I managed to get to my feet despite my shaking legs and aching body. I walked into the room's toilet and vomited into the sparkling white toilet's bowl, releasing all the stored toxic things in my stomach and flushing them away. Then, I walked over to the toilet's sink and rinsed by mouth continuously to get rid of the stench of the vomit. After being satisfied, I stared at the window before me and I was shocked to see the bandage
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'