Hello again my readers! A little surprise in this chapter! Revealing the long-awaited villain character! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I hope to read your thoughts soon! Thank you for reading! Till we meet again! -Author, Sebby
For the first time in a week, Ophelia woke up without having to drag herself off the bed. This wouldn’t have gone unnoticed by Sarah as she helped her get ready for the day. Throughout the process, Ophelia didn’t argue about her outfit or her hair. She sat through it silently with a faint smile on her lips, Sarah guessed the reason and chuckled to herself.“You seem to be in a good mood today,” Sarah said, braiding small sections of Ophelia’s hair. “And I think I know why.”“Oh, really,” Ophelia said, acting ignorant. “I may be looking forward to today.”“I’ve heard that the Young Lord is finally awake,” Sarah said, stealing glances at Ophelia through the mirror.“Howeve
Someone blew the whistle. That person could be staying here, in this mansion right under their noses. But there is no way to tell. “I hope you understand what you are implying here, Garelt,” Bernard said, bringing his brows in a frown. “You’ve said the same thing last time as well and I told you to be careful what you say.” “I know, My Lord,” Garelt muttered. “This is a mere speculation. However, it was the only answer I get whenever I try to think of it.” “Someone with the power to let all of these mortals in,” Valarie said, joining in the conversation for the first time. “I hate to say it but it might be someone powerful. A nobelmen maybe?” “Nothing is certain,” Bernard replied with a sigh. He shifted his attention to Ophelia. “I hate to say it, but your brother is the only one who can answer this, Ophelia.” She couldn’t hold back her shudder this time. She could see this coming, her brother was right here in this mansion. Probably the only one who knows the truth, the one wi
Noah might have made light of Ophelia’s brother, but he could feel the weight of it on his shoulder as he got closer to the door. He always thought that if they were to ever find her brother, he would treat him as his kin. Now he wasn’t so sure. The only encounter he had with Luke was in battle, and that left quite the first impression on each of them. Who would’ve thought that the hooded soldier was the long-lost Prince of the Crescents? Everything was getting more and more dramatic like a plot to a tragic novel. They arrived at the door to the infirmary, flanked by two knights. They bowed when Noah and Ophelia arrived. One of them initiated to open the door, but Ophelia held a hand to intercept him. “Wait,” she muttered, her eyes fixed on the door as if she saw something the rest of them couldn’t. The knight doubtfully gave her a look before he returned to his position. “Is something wrong?” Noah asked, leaning forward to take a better look at her. “The last time we talked,
It was only at that moment that Ophelia discerned the shadow that lingered in Noah's crimson glare.Luke with his free hand grabbed Noah by the collar, in his mind he had already killed Noah a thousand times. The veins in his hand were ready to burst with tension and anger. Noah pressed down with his knee when he felt him fight back. Luke winced in pain, cold sweat dripping down his temple.“Perhaps you have come to forget the position you are in,” Noah hissed through the tightened jaw, pressing the palm of his hand on Luke’s neck. “Here is a kind reminder that you are a prisoner. If it hadn’t been for your sister's empathy you would be dead by now. She has been more than kind to allow you to rattle that mouth of yours. However, if you dare disrespect her again–”&ldqu
Ophelia waited for the tea and snacks she asked for before filling in Merrick and Hero on why they were there. They sat in the reception of her room, silently sipping on their tea. The soft breeze from the open window lightened the atmosphere between them. Amid the small chit-chat, Ophelia couldn’t her mind wandering back to her brother from earlier.Did she manage to truly melt a bit of the ice around his heart? Or was she just scrapping at the surface?“Ella,” Hero said, breaking the silence and bringing Ophelia back from her trance. “If I have another cup of hibiscus tea I might turn into a Hibiscus flower.”“I don’t mind the tea,” Merrick said, shooting a glare toward Hero. “Though I would love to know what’s the occasion. I doubt we are here just
The four members of the newly created small council didn’t meet after that night with the tea. They laid low as they agreed to avoid unwanted attention. It has already been a few days since they agreed to meet. The first time they met, they failed to get any information that could help them advance.It was harder than they thought, especially with having to peek over their shoulder wherever they went. They couldn’t trust anyone with any information…or at least that’s what they thought.Ophelia, Noah, and Hero gathered in Ophelia’s room. They waited upon Merrick, however, he wasn’t alone.Oswald Fort stood by his brother’s side with his arms crossed over his chest. It was obvious in his expression that he wasn’t here for a cup of tea. Merrick stood st
Ophelia half-dazed when she rushed out of her chambers, her mind was wandering off to horrid thoughts. It was her muscle memory that led her through the hallways. It was past midnight now, the moon was high in the sky, its light crept through the glass windows aligning the walls of the hallways. The rattling of branches were muffled in the background as she steadily walked her way, no noise was loud enough to break her trance. Her steps were hesitant, almost heavy. She questioned if it was right to visit her brother so late at night. He must be fast asleep, she thought. A peek through the door would be enough, she said in the back of her mind. A peek was all she needed to sooth the beats of her racing heart. She was worried to her stomach about Luke. The mere idea of walking up to him hurt – or maybe worse, it made her body shudder with fear. She might not trust her brother yet but, she still him dear to her heart. She was already feeling heavy with the interrogation nearing them, th
Ophelia sat still by her brother’s bed. He was no longer in the infirmary. She had a room prepared for him on the second floor of the mansion. The guards were stationed all over the floor, the stairs leading up here were all heavily guarded, and only a handful of people were allowed past that point, even the Council members were denied access. According to Sarah, Luke made it past the hardest part. It has been two days since he was poisoned. Thus, everything was postponed till further notice. The aftermath of this event spread through Moonglade like the poison Luke was injected with. The news of the illegal elixir production also stirred up the curiosity of many. Rumors have it that there was a spy in the mansion. A person who wanted to silence Luke before he got to stand witness. However, it couldn’t have failed more badly. Fingers were already starting to point at each other. “Wasn’t it you who first said that you doubted the princess’s identity before?” Alpha Silas asked the day
*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