JONEA
Before Daran managed to reach the main door of the black stone building, I ran faster to hunt him down. Even if I only managed to tug at the hem of his robes, that would be better.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Daran hissed at my deed. He just turned his head slightly over his right shoulder.
I do not know what I'm doing right now. How could I suddenly run up and tug at the hem of his robes without a second thought? At that moment, I immediately let go of my hand. The sound of the chains clattering around me echoed.
"Actually-"
I cursed my stuttering at a time like this.
I have to say. I don't want to die while carrying all this burden and curiosity. At least, I have to try. Who knows, once I cross the threshold, I'll pass. At that time, I will not be too sorry for trying.
Daran looked impatient with me.
"Quickly say! What do you want to talk about? You've wasted my time here. I don't like being exposed to the sun for too long."
"Weren't you able to kill them right then and there? You have the magical ability to defeat them. But why did you choose to run away from them?"
I said it quickly and loud enough.
My question made Daran turn around to face me.
Oh, this is bad! He must be mad.
I glanced at his broad shoulders, which looked stiff. He looked at me from behind his mask.
Daran's body was quite tall. I had to look up to see his face. Right now, I'm unsure what emotion he's looking at me with. The mask gets in the way.
"Why should I waste my precious time and energy killing them all? What's in it for me? They are your enemies, not mine!"
I'm at a loss for words. Well, of course, nothing was going in Daran's favor. If only I had magical abilities as powerful as Daran's, I would eliminate those bastard werewolves and that bloody army of dragons ravaging the entire country of Blue Sapphire.
Then I regretted my thought. If so, what's the difference between me and them?
Daran pulled the chain that shackled my neck very tightly. This time until I overturned and fell into his broad chest. He actually made me look up to see his face.
Daran's tall body bent slightly. He brought his mask to my face, which must have been as red as a rotten tomato.
"It's a good thing you don't have magical abilities like me, huh? You really are lucky!"
I am very angry. Twice now, he's called me lucky.
"How could it be a stroke of luck? Because I'm weak, so I lost the people I love! Because of the appearance of beings like you on earth, my life feels like hell."
"Aren't you part of us too, Jonea? You speak and act as if you are a pure human. Whereas inside your body flows 100% Lycan blood."
Daran really sounded disgusted when he said that in front of me.
"That's why everyone hates and thinks of us as weird kids! Since childhood, no one has wanted to be friends with me and Miller. I've been expelled from human schools and rejected at werewolf schools many times. Only because my teachers and friends can't accept when I tell them about things I can see while they can't. They all thought I was crazy and a jinxed child. It is excruciating. Maybe I'm not as quiet as Miller, who can keep everything a secret by himself."
I'm out of breath.
"I can even understand the languages of beasts and wolves, whereas normal humans don't. You know what those wolves and beasts always talk about humans? They have always regarded humans as the lowest and most despicable creatures. Meanwhile, no human being can hear their jokes besides me. It was like torture all my life."
I thought back to how people had treated Miller and me since we were kids. How have our friends and teachers treated us at school so far?
I really went crazy and screamed in front of Daran. I hold my hands tightly over my ears as their screams and banter seem to circle back around my head by this time. Their voices kept echoing again in my ears.
"Since childhood, I have fought and trained myself to be stronger. I don't care if they just make fun of me. But I was angry because they were much more cruel to Miller. Because of that, all my life, I've always fought tooth and nail to hold my head up and make Miller proud!"
Daran was just silent and watched me, who was hysterical. I didn't expect anything. I just want to take all the weight off my heart and mind before he might kill me.
Woops!
My eyes opened wide. My lips pressed tightly.
I didn't expect Daran to hug me at all. Well, he actually grabbed my body in his arms. It feels so warm and protective. I wanted to throw myself down at that moment and hoped this would not end.
"Calm down," Daran whispered in my ear. "From now on, I will guard and protect you. Because you are my little fox. There will be no more people who make fun of you and hate you. You are a special red moon girl."
Suddenly it felt like the screams that were echoing inside my head disappeared. I opened my eyes wide and was still in Daran's warm embrace.
I will always remember what happened the day before meeting Arman.
That old man–the person I've always considered my uncle, secretly sold me to Luke Draken.
On my parent's death anniversary, my uncle gave me beautiful new clothes that looked expensive. He also asked his wife to do my makeup. Things I never get for a year living with his family.
While there, I was only employed as a maid at home. I have to work hard to provide for his family's needs. He only gave me leftovers every night and a place to live near the smelly stables.
That day, my uncle suddenly gave me a lovely dress. He said we had to dress up to go to my parent's graves. Uncle even prepared a car to go to the grave. I didn't suspect anything until he said he had sold me to Luke Draken.
On the way, I managed to escape. I actually made the car hit the guardrail on the hill. I jumped just as the car was about to go into a ravine.
The last news I heard, my uncle was still alive despite having to get severe treatment at the hospital. I don't care. Even the price is too low to compensate for all the bad things he did to me.
I really don't know where else to go. I am alone, weak, and helpless. I lost the people I love.
That same night, I stood on the train platform. I'm waiting for the fast train to come. I was ready to jump onto the train tracks, but Arman grabbed my hand precisely one second before the train passed.
"Why?" I shouted at Arman that night. "Why did you save me? There's no point in me living in this world. Why are you holding me back from doing what I want?"
"Wow, Young Miss. Too bad you want to waste your life just like that. What if I buy it?"
"What do you mean? I'm not a prostitute!"
"You want to throw away your life, right? Do you want to end it? Instead of being like that, how about you give your life to someone who needs it?"
"Who? Who will need me now? I should have protected the people I love. I'm alone at the moment. Nobody wants me!"
Arman handed me a black business card and placed it on my lap. I still sat on the platform, wailing over my sorrow and misfortune.
Arman disappeared as fast as he came. He only left the black business card.
"Auctioneer?"
My brows furrowed. That was my first reaction when I read the business card.
What did he mean by laying down my life for someone who needs and wants me? Are there people like that out there?
I snapped out of my daydream. I pushed Daran's chest, who was still hugging me very tightly. Until the shackles of the chains on my body clattered violently.
"No! You are wrong. Never been lucky in my life. I just keep having bad luck and misfortune. Even my first love also had to run aground.
When I was so angry, Daran rubbed my tightly pressed lips.
"Then how about we complete your misfortune, Little Fox? I have bought you at a high price. Then, don't make me lose money because I bought you."
I opened my eyes in shock, and suddenly, the man snapped his fingers.
Blood tapped the tip of his wand on the ground. The earth seemed to shake and spin around me. When we realized we had moved again. This time we were in a super large room.
My unprepared body slumped backward. I fell onto the soft, thick fur carpet.
"Where are we now?"
"Inside the house. Right in my room. I just remembered that I need to bring the key. Loko isn't back yet. So, now it's just the two of us. Take off your clothes!"
"F-for what?" I screamed while crossing my arms over my chest. "Do not come close!"
"Don't argue! I have paid a heavy price for your body and soul!" Daran took off and threw his mask on the bed.
DARAN "What do you mean by taking off my clothes?!" My ears feel like they're going to burst. I had to close my eyes and hold my perverted breath. Her screams made my head hurt. The little fox in front of me looks so scared I will be harmful to her. But seeing her scared like this is really fun for me. I haven't played with someone in a long time. How many hundred years? I took off and threw my mask on the bed. Today I have a challenging task. Why isn't Loko here at a time like this? I busily removed the cuffs of my clothes and rolled up the cuffs of my shirt to my elbows. I also took off my tie and shoes. "Wait! What would you do?" Good grief! She's still screaming at me! You girl! I was lifting one leg to remove my shoes when she attacked me. What's with this mad fox? Can't she just shut up for a second? I hate fuss. Moreover, the sound of clattering chains on her body really bothered me. "What else do you want to know?" I've been annoyed too. "Everything was clear I said a
JONEA I sighed and sat quietly in the tub. I looked up at the ceiling with paintings of clouds and exotic ornaments. My body sags a little. I sink my whole body into the water full of flowers. Only my face is showing on the surface. "Looks like, starting today, I won't be able to bathe myself." I closed my eyes, and suddenly Hunter's face flashed back in my mind. The face when he looked at me so coldly while holding the contract paper in his hand. Instantly I felt goosebumps. I crossed both arms over my chest. "Why did Hunter go that far? I could understand him having to defend the pack and protect his people. But, is there no other way than submitting and enslaving Luke Draken?" I just realized the atmosphere in this stone house is so quiet and cold. My bath water is also not warm anymore. It's summer, but why do I feel like I'm shivering so much in this place? I want to get out of the bath. Something burst out of the slightly open window beside the bath just then. I screamed i
DARAN I was shocked and angry when I saw her coming down from the room wearing that dress. "What is this? What clothes were you wearing?" Her appearance in that dress made me completely lose my appetite. I wanted to throw all the lunch dishes that Loko had served at that moment. How presumptuous! She dared to take things I'd been trying to eliminate all this time but always failed. "Sorry," the girl stammered. "But I don't know what to wear? You… have taken the only clothes I have. And I didn't find any clothes besides this old dress that fit me in your wardrobe. I thought I could use it since I saw you kept it in a box and forgot about it long ago." She… actually answered my question? I'm so annoyed. What did she say? Forgotten? She said the dress was just a forgotten item? How can I forget all the disappointments and heartache I've experienced? The dress is a reminder not to make the same mistake a second time. And now, she wears it in front of me. Good grief! She really look
JONEA "Finish your lunch and rest." Daran got up from his chair, put down the napkin, and walked away from the dining table. He didn't even touch his food. When he was in the doorway, he glanced over his shoulder slightly and said something. "If you need anything, Loko will provide it for you. I still have very important business. I may not be back until tomorrow morning. So you have until tomorrow to enjoy yourself before serving me." The man left the dining room. He said all that easily without even a single expression. Serve him? I'm really sick of him. It's good that he has to go. I hope he won't come back. I irritably chewed on the rest of my steak, which was getting cold. Then I paused for a moment to regret my words. If Daran doesn't return, who will unseal the wolf inside me? How can I get up? I will never be able to save Aland if I continue to be sealed like this. Loko came when I was feeling really lonely in the dining room. I was relieved I wasn't alone in that old
JONEAI kept running to hunt a jeveric. Is his name Roka or Moka? They look almost the same.She took me to arrive in a dark forest. A few moments later, a lot of light appeared scattered around the forest. All the light seemed to come from hundreds of fireflies uniting and spinning to form a vortex of light into the sky."Beautiful," I muttered.I was really amazed to see the beauty of these twinkling lights.I spread both hands while lifting my face to the sky. The night that was previously dark is now strewn with bluish light. Some of the glowing bugs started to surround me. It was as if I was the center of their light energy."What's this? Are they fireflies?"I opened my palms and tried to grab them in my grip. One of the glowing creatures landed on my palm. The taste is very ticklish. I'm scared but also curious. What creatures are they?"You always refer to us in human-made terms. Oh, no fireflies here. They are fairies," said Jeveric, who brought me to that place."Fairy?" I wa
DARANOne of the jeverics growled and bared his sharp fangs."How did you know she was here, ugly wizard?"Seeing that Jeveric was angry and jealous when he found out about my appearance, I deliberately tightened the hug on Jonea's body."How can you call me ugly?""You always hide your face behind that disgusting mask. You are definitely an insecure man."I stretched out my right hand to grab Jonea's neck possessively. I'll show those Jeveric bastards what I've done to find my girl."Necklace?" Jeveric grinned. "What is the connection and specialty of the necklace? Did you put any magic spells in there?"I grinned back. "Since when a Lycan King can put magic spells anywhere?""You!" shouted the jeveric. "Even though you have denied that you are not wizard thousands of times, we all know you are. Your position as a Lycan King is all just camouflage. You are just a petty and lowly wizard hiding behind the title of king.""Haven't you noticed the pendant on this necklace? These are the v
JONEA I saw Aland standing on a stage with lots of people watching. Aland's body was full of wounds. His silver hair looked dirty, mixed with dried blood. He was only wearing trousers without a shirt. His hands were tied behind his back. I tried to lunge forward and cut through the crowds of people filling the square. I'm so freaked out. Inside my mind, I just wanted to get close to Aland and set him free. When I was only one step away from reaching him, a beam of light suddenly shone sharply towards me. My eyes burned and blinded me for a moment. "No! Don't take Aland away." The light engulfed Aland's existence. I really can't see it. My eyes feel hot and sore. As soon as I opened my eyes, everything was gone. I was stunned to see Loko standing before the window while opening the curtains. Immediately I sat up straight with a look of confusion and half sleepy. Is all this just a dream? But it felt like Aland's existence was so real. I began to rub my eyes when Loko turned to f
JONEA We actually had breakfast in Daran's study. Loko came with breakfast for us. "Have our guests finished breakfast yet?" Daran asked. "Yes, Master. They have returned to their respective positions." "Immediately prepare all our needs, Loko." "Yes, Master!" I saw Loko step back with a bow before turning around and leaving Daran's study. Now it's just me and Daran. We sat on the couch. There is a small table in front of us. Before leaving, Loko had arranged our breakfast there. "Say it! I know you want to ask something." Daran always gives me chills. How did he know the things I was thinking and worrying about? Before I even said it. “Loko… I mean him….” "He is a neighbour who lives here. Since about 200 years ago? I forget exactly when he lived here." I was really taken aback. Loko is just a guy in his mid-40s to 50s. He even looks much younger than my adoptive parents. Who would have thought that he was already hundreds of years old? Then Daran, how old is he? "Loko is
JONEAI sat on the edge of the bed, still feeling the warmth of Daran’s chest that had been my resting place moments ago. Now, I’d put a small distance between us. My heart was full of questions, but I didn’t know where to start.“So all this time, you thought I was afraid of you?” I asked, breaking the silence.Daran turned toward me, his dark eyes filled with doubt. “Isn’t that true?” he replied. “For humans and other creatures—especially werewolves—my kind is terrifying. That’s why they’re always trying to kill or get rid of lycans like me.”I shook my head softly, my heart heavy from his words. There was sadness he didn’t show, but I could feel it. His dark eyes carried a loneliness that made me hesitate to touch him, even though I wanted to.“No,” I said firmly, though my voice wavered slightly. “You’re not scary at all.”Daran raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Oh? Is that so?”I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself. “Actually, you’re… too handsome. It makes it hard to
JONEAI couldn’t answer Aland’s question. My lips felt sealed, every word I wanted to say stuck in my throat. Something heavy weighed on my chest, making it hard to breathe.The room was suffocatingly quiet, the only sound being Aland’s ragged breaths, full of emotion. I couldn’t stay in there a second longer.Quickly, I got up from the bed, grabbing a blanket to cover myself, and stepped out of the treehouse. The cold night air bit at my skin, but I didn’t care.Ahead of me, a small, crystal-clear pond caught my eye. The moonlight shimmered on its surface, creating an almost calming scene. Kneeling by the edge, I cupped some water in my hands and splashed it on my face.That’s when something strange happened.The calm breeze around me suddenly turned wild, swirling fiercely. My hair whipped around my face, and I had to close my eyes against the sudden burst of dust. The soft rustle of leaves grew into a deafening roar, like a storm appearing out of nowhere.“What is this...?” I whisp
JONEAWhen the reindeer sleigh stopped, I froze, staring at the giant tree in front of me. It towered so high the top was barely visible, and its trunk was so wide it looked like it could hold an entire village inside. The tree felt alive, glowing faintly from the cracks in its bark, radiating a magical aura that was both calming and mesmerizing.But the most shocking part wasn’t the tree—it was the scene around it. Dragons of all sizes roamed the area. Some floated gracefully in the air, while others moved on the ground, their massive forms exuding a kind of elegance I never thought possible.As soon as we stepped off the sleigh, every dragon there froze for a moment, then bowed deeply in respect. Their gazes were fixed on Aland, reverent, as if they worshipped him.“Dragon King!” one of the dragons roared, its deep voice echoing in the air.I froze. “Dragon King?” I whispered, staring at Aland in confusion.He gave me a small smile and extended his hand, inviting me into the magnifi
JONEAI froze, staring at the giant figure before me, my eyes wide in disbelief. The blue dragon stood tall and proud, exuding power but not menace. Its shimmering scales gleamed under the moonlight, reminding me of the Dragon’s Tear pendant Aland gave me. Unfortunately, the pendant had lost its radiant blue hue and turned dark.“Who… are you?” I stammered, my voice trembling, a mix of awe and fear.“I am the Mountain Dragon,” it replied, its deep voice rumbling like an earthquake. “I’ve come for you, Jonea. Come with me, and I’ll explain everything.”Before I could respond, Owen had already stepped in front of me, his body tense. His claws glinted sharply in the moonlight. “You’re not laying a finger on her!” he growled, his tone threatening.The dragon snorted, irritated but unfazed. “Hey, little lycan, stay out of this. I’m not going to hurt her. I just need her for something important. I’ll bring her back when it’s done.”“No way!” Owen snapped, his voice rising in anger. “You thi
DARANThat night felt cold, even though the wind barely stirred. I stood at the edge of a cliff overlooking the dark forest below, trying to calm my restless mind. The usual soothing sounds of nature now felt foreign, as if they were hiding something.Eve emerged from the shadows, her steps quiet and measured. She always had that presence—soft yet unpredictable. She stopped a few feet from me, studying my face as if looking for answers I wasn’t even aware I was hiding.“You okay?” she finally asked, breaking the silence.I nodded, even though peace was the farthest thing from my heart.Eve sighed, clearly unconvinced. “Daran, I know this is weighing on you. But you can’t keep going like this.”I turned my gaze toward the forest, avoiding her piercing eyes. But she didn’t back down.“I think all this is happening because you’ve lived too long,” she said softly, her tone gentler. “When you’ve been through so much, it gets hard to tell what’s real and what’s just shadows of your fears.”
JONEALate nights in the art gallery always felt weird, like another world was alive among the shadows of the paintings and sculptures around me. But still, I chose to be here. The dim lights reflecting softly on the canvas before me offered a sliver of peace.I was still working on a drawing assignment for class. A few other students were scattered around, busy with their own projects, but the place was growing quiet. Even though I was tired, this was better than dwelling on the strange events from last night—and the mysterious guest who, for some reason, felt oddly familiar.Daran and Owen refused to talk about it. I tried pressing them, but they clammed up, even changing the subject to avoid my questions. Frustrated, I gave up and decided to bury myself in my work at the gallery, hoping it would drown out the unease that kept creeping back.But as I lifted my brush to the canvas, my mind couldn’t stop replaying that night: the words of the man in the dark cloak, the tension radiati
JONEAThe silence in the house that night was suffocating, yet strangely boring at the same time. After watching some random TV show—so dull I couldn’t even remember its name—I gave up and turned it off. Sitting alone in the living room like this made time crawl unbearably slow.Daran still hadn’t come back since leaving without a word. Not unusual for him, but it still ticked me off. At least Owen was around, though he’d been locked in his room for hours, buried in his gaming console. I sighed, long and loud.I tried lying down in bed, hoping sleep would finally take over, but all I felt was restless. This weird feeling, like something was lurking nearby, kept gnawing at me.Dragging myself up lazily, I decided to make some warm milk in the kitchen. Maybe that would help kill this boredom.As I stepped out of my room, though, the air around me suddenly shifted. A gust of wind swept through, even though all the doors and windows were tightly shut. I froze, confused.And that’s when, o
EVANGELISTAThe wind atop this building was fierce, biting my skin like a thousand sharp needles. Yet, I stood firm. In front of me, a handsome man stood tall, his back straight. His silhouette appeared calm, but there was something unsettling in the way he gazed at the city lights below.“I didn’t think you’d find me,” he said, not bothering to turn. His voice was low and heavy, each word carrying an enigmatic echo.I glanced at his shadow on the concrete. In a flash, it shifted—from human form into that of a massive dragon. His body remained human, but his shadow told a different story.I wasn’t reckless. Cautiously, I stepped to his side, my hand ready to reach for my weapon at any moment.“Long time no see, Lycan,” the man greeted, glancing at me. A faint smile touched his lips—not warm, but laced with something darker.“Don’t underestimate me,” I replied coolly. “I came here as a warlord.”The man chuckled, the sound mocking. “Then act like one. Do your duty on the battlefield, i
DARANOn the way back home, my mind kept returning to what Jonea had told me earlier. When she mentioned meeting a strange man in the paint shop, I immediately got a bad feeling. There was something she said that struck a chord: the black mark on the man's forehead."Jonea," I broke the silence. "Can you describe the man you saw at the paint shop?"Jonea looked at me for a moment, probably noticing how serious I was. She paused, as if she was piecing her memory back together.“I don’t know, Daran. It all happened so fast,” she muttered. “He... was right behind me when I accidentally bumped into him. And when I looked at him, I was shocked. I don’t know how to explain it... but he had this strange kind of handsomeness, something out of the ordinary. It was like there was something eternal and timeless in his face. But the most disturbing thing was the black mark on his forehead. It was so dark, different from the ones I’ve seen before.”I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, but