It's been a while since I wrote a word here. So, as you can see I'm alive and well....the procrastinator inside me wouldn't let me upload on time xD... Remember that it's okay to take a break, it's okay to step back and catch your breath for no special reason. I hope your days get better. And I hope that my writing helps you be better as well! Thank you for reading! Till we meet again!
Noah was angry, His fists clenched at his side.The smirk left Hero’s face after he felt the death glare. Noah’s red eyes seemed like they caught the fire that started in his heart, the anger was pure within his veins. It took him a moment to realize the kind of face he had on, he instantly released the tension from his muscles and his features relaxed to return to their soft features.‘What in the world was that?’ he asked himself while taking a deep breath. Hero has always been a nuisance, sometimes taking his jokes a bit too far but, it wasn’t something unusual to Noah. So why did he get so angry? He couldn’t understand the source of his anger.Ophelia and Hero felt like they were staring dagg
“You are sorely mistaken, Young Master,” Ophelia hissed. Rage scorched behind her violet eyes while her brows were arched painfully causing the skin in between to wrinkle, a side of her that Noah has never seen before nor did he ever catch a glimpse of. The bright usual princess he was used to has been erased as if she never excited. For a minute there, Noah feared that she might shift and release her wolf until he realized that it was impossible. If the human part of her was this raged, Noah doubted he wanted to meet the wolf. Despite the anger, Noah couldn’t look away because there was something else he saw. It was hard to grasp at first but, he figured that she wasn’t angry at him. This rage. This burning fire within her wasn’t because of Noah, it was already within her way before he provoked her. In fact, the incipient stage started the moment her home was set ablaze. It has been burning every sense, getting stronger with Ophelia’s every waking moment, every moment she shut
Hand in hand, both Ophelia and Noah walked into the main house’s portico. They were the first ones to arrive, the reason was obvious, Ophelia couldn’t sit still for another minute in the infirmary with Noah. The wind was chilly on their cheeks, Noah shrunk into the fur of his black puff jacket, its collar reaching all the way up to his mouth. His hair reached almost to the nape of his neck while the top parted on either side of his head, reaching a little below his eyebrows. His scarlet eyes were bright behind the dark curtains of his hair. Despite being the future Alpha of the pack, he still couldn’t handle the cold. He stood at the edge of the stairs to allow the sunlight to warm his young body. On the other hand, Ophelia stood with her head up taking the cold air straight on. Noah could see the tip of her nose turning red with cold. “You are going to catch a cold,” he said, his voice muffled through the fabric. He could feel the fur against his tongue. “I’m not really cold,”
The cars came to a stop amid the frozen woods. The highway was far behind them at this point, there was nothing but dirt underneath the tires and snow coating everything around them. When the sound of the engines died, there was nothing now but the sound of nature around them. Ophelia was disappointed at the disappearance of the white noise, it helped her focus her nerves. Now, she felt that she was on the edge of collapse. Everything around her was familiar. It was home. Everything around her was home. This was where she and Luke would hunt rabbits and raccoons among the bushes, they would lay on the dirt with their eyes gazing heavenwards till the moon rises high in the sky. This was also close to where she shared her last moments with Luke before they returned to find their world upside down. Even the happy memories gave her doom. It took every bit of her power to focus on the task at hand. She wasn’t here to mope over her misfortunes. She was here to find out the truth. This w
It was hard to tell from this distance if Ophelia was crying or not. But Noah couldn’t help but think that he saw her shoulders shudder. The naive part of him hoped it was only his imagination. However, if she was indeed crying, then he hoped she would let it all out. Let everything that she has been holding back until this moment.Noah felt a chill run down his spine the moment his eyes fell on the lifeless body of the woman on the portico. She lay on the stairs with her head resting on the blood-stained concrete handrail next to her. He had a hard time convincing himself that this woman was dead. If it hadn’t been for the snow covering her, it would have seemed as if she was sitting there waiting for someone to come home - for Ophelia to get back home.Noah felt his heart being pierced with a dagg
Ophelia bit down on the inside of her cheek to hold in the scream, her nails were painfully digging deep into the palm of her hands. The pain of the injuries was enough for her to hold back her voice from resonating through the snow. But, it wasn’t enough to block the scream inside of her.The force of it clattered her rips. The sight of her father, the Alpha, was another dagger to wound her heart. The wound she suffered from her mother was still ripe in her heart. Now both wounds lay side by side within her small heart, tormenting her with the pain she couldn’t gasp.She squats down to be on a level with her father’s head. She couldn’t bring herself to believe that he was gone, just like that. He has been in the cold on his knees for all these days. She couldn’t help but wonder wh
The blue flame spurted from Bernard’s hand was a beautiful shade of pastel blue, a shade darker than the morning sky. Aura. The purest form of werewolf's power was the implementation of long years of practice. Not every werewolf is blessed with this ability. Every shifter has his own unique aura, the core of his powers and existence. But not everyone could materialize it like Bernard. Bernard was the second person that Ophelia met who had such strength, the first was her father. His aura unlike Bernard was a pretty shade of lilac purple resembling the color of his eyes. She could count the few times she saw her father use his aura and it was always nothing but a warm flame at the tips of her finger. She only heard from the other knights of the Crescent about the true destructive power of Alpha Gregor’s aura. It was hard to believe that such gentleness could bring about any sort of harm, let alone destruction. She always wondered if she would be able to master her aura just like her
Ophelia stood at the door, hesitant to take another step forward to find that it was all a dream. But it wasn’t. Noah stood on the side with a gentle smile on his face, he shifted his weight to one side and waited for Ophelia to get comfortable enough to enter. Noah had a hard time reading her expression, it was blank and void. However, he wasn’t greedy to ask for anything. Not after what they have been through. He could only imagine the pain that Ophelia is going through, she saw her own family - her clan, slaughtered in the dirt. He couldn’t even begin to relate to what she could be feeling. All he wanted was to relieve her of some of the pain, by giving her a gift he thought she needed. A home. Ophelia carefully studied the room. The moonlight was flooding through the balcony opposite to her. White Chiffon curtains are drawn apart, delicately flowing to the parquet floor. Against the left wall, a king-sized bed was centered. Atop it was a curtain canopy of similar white chiffo
*THIS IS A FREE CHAPTER IF YOU WERE CHARGERD PLEASE CONTACT GOODNOVEL*As this journey comes to an end I'm left with many doubts regarding the way I did it. There were days when I wanted to quite, but my heart desperately clung on to the last string of hope. The novel wasn't going along as well as I thought it would. Through the darkest days I had to remind myself that there are readers out there enjoying it. The last 2 years have been a roller coaster in my life, writing was hard, I barely had the time or the energy. But as I finally got a breather, I decided it was time to end this book. I ended it to mark the end of a phase of my life, and the life of my characters... Some might see it was rushed, but, it was the only way I saw it coming along.I the excitement of reaching the end gave me power to keep on going... And now the thrill of starting a new journey is giving me power. I believe to start something new, you need to end the past. And I did. These characters all repli
It has been a year since 18.6.2024…The day Ophelia’s life had taken a turn forever. It was hard at first to keep on living, to be the only survivor it got to her harder than ever since all hope had vanished with the day she set E.VI.L on fire. However, time proved to be stronger than any sensation that lingered after that accident. She soon began to overcome it all. Though she never forgot. But it didn’t hurt as much anymore. Having Noah and Luke by her side made it all easier since she focused on preserving what she had left rather than what she had lost. She was sure that would be what her clan wanted her to do. She lived on carrying their memory with her every breath. “Ophelia!” She snapped out of her trance to return to reality. Luke hovered over her as she crouched down before her parent's graves. It was summer now, the snow melted and the sky above was clear. The birds sang atop the trees behind the graves of the Crescent. Flowers sprouted beside her parent's graves in s
The ocean spread vastly around the yacht in all directions. The horizon line turned dark blue as they sailed away from Glaham. The sky weaved with the water in perfect harmony. There were little to no clouds in the sky. It had been raining cats and dogs the past few days. She appreciated the sun today. Ophelia took a seat on the roof of the yacht, it was all in white, the metal, the fabric, it all gave a sense of serenity with the sound of crashing waves against the boat’s belly. Luke on the other hand couldn’t decide if it was better on the roof or the deck, and in his pursuit, he climbed up and down over a dozen times. Finally, when they were halfway through their journey, he decided to settle next to his sister, his pale features were paler as he sat with a loud thud.“All is good?” Ophelia asked raising an eyebrow, offering her pack of chips that she saved from her brother’s wrath. Luke waved her off and gagged. “I think I’m getting sick.”“I told you not to eat too much before
Later after Ophelia left Noah, she headed to her room to change into something more comfortable for the long way ahead. It would take them almost half a day to reach the organization according to Luke’s statements. They will take a ship from the shores of Encford. Ophelia recalled Margret, Enzo’s daughter. News of the Alpha’s death has probably reached them by now. This whole trip was to fulfill her promise to Enzo, to get the medicine needed for his daughter’s survival. Alpha Laura promised to do her best to study the medicine and replicate it if possible. Aside from the promise, she wanted to see what it was like for Luke there, and the other Crescents. During Luke’s interrogation, he mentioned that some Crescents were still held captive by the organization. Ophelia held back from having any hope at all. It has been a long time since their capture, there was no knowing what changed in them during these years. She was able to bring back her brother, deep down she wanted to save
The last gift…As Noah told her earlier, he was present for his father’s funeral. Ophelia never got the chance to attend funerals except for her clan's.But she was sure they were meant to be more crowded than this. It was her, Noah, and his parents, Merrick, Oswald, and Hero. No one else came. No one wanted to be here. The Council only approved this burial as a thank you to Noah for being a hero. Ophelia didn’t judge them, she would be lying if she said she felt sorry for Dustin. She was here because of what it meant to Noah. He wanted to bury a part of him with Dustin. Lock it all underneath the wooden lid of the coffin, and deep into the ground. Perhaps then, it would make his heart feel lighter. It was raining lightly now in the woods, the sky was paid actor as it shed tears over all those they had lost, the water droplets puttered against the leaves above their heads in a steady rhythm. Noah chose to bury his father on the flat land next to the lake. He hated this lake, alway
Rain…The rain continued for the next two days. The sun shined behind the dense clouds, its rays escaping through the gaps to illuminate the destruction of Glaham. The horizon was a thin line of smug and debris. The rain puttered on the leaves of what remained of nature and the trees. The once bright and soothing woods ringing the mansion now resembled a ghost city. Ophelia stood at her window, the rain drizzling down her window heavily. Her heart ached at the state of Moonglade, it reminded her of the time she returned to the Crescents after the arson. The destroyed homes, the blood-soaked streets, and the bone-chilling cold. Her eyes refocused on her reflection in the window. She looked tired. Her platinum white hair was tied up behind her head, her eyes were red-rimmed with lack of sleep, and dark circles reached her cheeks. She was dressed in a black button-up shirt and a black skirt. All the black brought attention to her tired and wary pale face. Whenever she closed her eyes to
Ophelia…The world went serene. Time stopped as if someone pushed the pause button. Warm light shyly intervened from the heavens. There were no shadows, or demons threatening the fated mates. Noah felt at ease as if someone was hugging his heart from within. The throbbing in his chest was gone the moment he saw Ophelia crouching in front of him, her long platinum hair falling like a curtain around her face.Noah got to his feet, lighter, his footsteps echoing in the air as he knelt to her side, gently touching her shoulders. Ophelia trembled softly under his touch, she slowly held her head up, her eyes shyly popping out between her messed-up hair. Her violet eyes were rimmed red, she had been crying. Noah couldn’t help the smile that touched his mouth.He rarely sees tears in Ophelia's eyes; when he does, he can’t help the empathy crawling into his heart. The need to protect every strand of her moon-like hair, and keep the tears from ever finding her eyes again. Noah extended his ha
“Come forth! Nymeria!”The eruption started from inside Ophelia. She felt it in her chest as it rattled against her rips, something was breaking free of constraints. Nymeria. She blazed in violet and light as if Ophelia was the center of a torture and her fire burned bright around her. It sent a shock wave in a ring around her, bringing the battle’s attention to her. She felt the ecstasy wash over her. In her hand, her power took form. It materialized from thin air into the most beautiful sword Ophelia lay her eyes on. The blade dazzled as it caught the light, it seared in the smug air, as if a star fell from the star right into her hands. The metallic hilt wrapped around her hand and wrist gracefully like satin. The sword was light in her hand, she felt it pulsating in her palm as it came alive. Nymeria, she thought feeling the she-wolf resonate within her very soul.I’m with you Ophelia, Nymeria said, her voice echoing in her mind. This is your power. Wield it!Ophelia took it a
“We do this together!” Ophelia stood center, Merrick and Hero on her right and Oswald on her left, she felt their auras pulsate in the air around them.“Are you sure you are well enough to fight?” Merrick muttered, his voice low only for Hero, but Ophelia heard it. “I’ve never felt better,” Hero said, stretching his arms over his head. Laura’s power healed the broken rips and wounds on his abdomen. He could feel the phantom of the pain where his shoulder dislocated, earlier a boulder fell from a collapsing house shattering his bones. Laura undid the damage with her healing powers. Ophelia couldn’t prickle to hear their conversation longer. Dustin stood before them unmoving, watching them with a cold lifeless expression, a smirk touched the corners of his mouth. It was the most upsetting thing Ophelia had ever seen in her life. It reminded her of clowns – the ones you run from.Behind him, the wall he built stood tall and thick, separating them from Noah and the others. Noah stopped