KAIST:
I sat in reverie at my study, watching the afternoon sky turn into a darker shade as night quickly settled in, and I sigh.
It has been weeks seen I had seen Dahlia. The last time we spoke was through a letter. She informed me she was staying at her university dormitory for some time. I dismissed it, thinking that she was staying there for a few days to get a grasp of her study, but when the days turned into weeks, I got the feeling things may not have been turning good for her and her marriage…
So two days ago, I finally went to visit her at the dorm, and to my surprise, the dorm administrator informed me that Countess Abell went back home and took a trip with her husband.
I scratched my head. I thought Dahlly and that brat were having a rough patch in their marriage. Did I just miss my timing?
I knew someday Dahlly would open her eyes and realize that he was not really her mate. I was still looking for ways to reveal those wolf&rsquo
KAIST: I was a child, but my young mind was able to process what happened so far. My mother must have been a Shadow Rune wolf… Why else would she have a spirit stone? And that child, Dahlia, the one whom Duke Jeteris always took with him in the palace, was given my mother’s spirit stone. I couldn’t imagine how that could happen back then, but I knew that Dahlia was in trouble… I didn’t know what happened next. I was sure I was staying very quiet under my father’s table. Maybe I had accidentally touched his boot, which caused him to retract his feet a little bit and peer at me from underneath. Our eyes met. I remained frozen on the spot. He then started to speak. “We won’t be able to stop it all will… A weed, when left unattended, will surely become a bother.” He was talking about Dahlia, right?... “Then what do you propose I do? Do you want me to extract it from her? You know what the repercussions might be,” the
KAIST: My eyes darted back and forth to my father’s attacker and to Lady Livia. The woman who was about to attack my father looked exactly like Lady Livia except for the color of her eyes! “I-It can’t be,” I heard my father say softly as he approached us. He had a dazed look in his face signaling that he had taken some illegal medicines again. I may have taken illicit drugs myself with what I was seeing… “Your highness,” Lady Livia said, recovering a bit from the shock and crouching at the ground. My father went straight towards Lady Livia and me. He went to his knees and tilted Livia’s face, paying no attention to the woman who had just threatened to kill him. “Who are you,” he asked Lady Livia in a weak voice. I used this opportunity to yank my father away towards my back, while his assassin seemed petrified as well. “She’s Count Jeteris’ daughter,” I told my father, “Now tell me. Who is this woman, and why are you letting he
KAIST:“How did it happen? Why did he take them,” I asked my father who was looking at me as if he had really lost his marbles.“The vampire took my Merlissa and my baby! He took them,” was all he could say.“Where did they go,” I asked once again.My father could only point out at the direction of the grand portrait that was behind his bed.I bit my lips in frustration. That woman who called herself our mother must have been hiding her minions all along at that secret passageway behind the blasted portrait. She must have planned this as her means of escape!I stood up from the floor and ran towards the portrait. Bearing no weapons, I drew my father’s prized sword, Maximus, which was propped on the side with its scabbard before I opened the passage and peered inside the hole behind it.“Kaist! Kaist, save them! Save my wife and my baby!”I went back to my father’s side
KAIST: I wandered aimlessly around the passageway, groping in the darkness for what seemed like an awfully long time. I cursed at my own self in frustration. Where was Cruz? Now that I needed him the most, where was he? I couldn’t see through the passage well. It was designed to trap Talandor’s enemies into their own deaths should they try something as absurd as taking over the castle and killing the king. Suddenly, I heard a soft whimper inside my mind. I called over to the wolf I recognized crying. ‘Cruz, you’re finally here… Why are you crying?’ I have a hunch why, but I dared not to say it out loud myself… ‘Kaist… I’m dying,’ he grunted softly. ‘What? Why?’ ‘Your magic… It’s killing me. It’s stripping away my form.’ I didn’t understand what Cruz was saying. How can he die? Don’t wolves stay alive as long as their human counterparts continue to breathe? ‘Kaist… without our spirit stone, I won’
KAIST:“No, Cruz!”I slumped against the wall. Just like what I felt when I was ten years old, my body was once again wracked with a tremendous amount of pain.‘Kaist, snap away from this,’ an angry voice interjected.‘I… I can’t,’ I said back to the brown wolf who looked like he wanted to pounce on me.‘You can do it! Take control. Own the magic in your bones!’‘I… I have no magic.’‘You have it in you! The blood of a Shadow wolf runs inside you. You have the magic, and only you can stop his death!’I looked miserably at Cruz’s rapidly disappearing form. Now only half of his body remained intact.“What do I do? Tell me, what the hell must I do,” I shouted at the top of my lungs against the brown wolf.‘Take my hand, Kaist! Call my name and take my hand,’ he roared at me.‘I&hellip
KAIST: Ignis rushed to the place where he could smell the scent of Count Jeteris. If we could see him, perhaps we would be able to know where his men had taken my mother and Lady Livia. As expected, he was at his manor in the Capital. I treaded quietly, escaping all the guards that were positioned at the gates and the garden. I was even able to evade Count Jeteris’ servants, who walked about all over the place despite it being night time. At last, I came to the door of his room and found his bed. Ignis was swift. He wasted no time and pounced on the bed with his burly body. Unfortunately, the count was not a fool who would fall for such an obvious attack. The thing that lied under his sheets was someone else – a servant…a woman. “S-Spare me, please,” she said to me. As expected of the filthy count, he left her here without any clothes on. Before I could speak, I became aware of the sharp edge of a sword glistening at th
KAIST:I threw Count Jeteris’ beaten body on the floor.“The hell with your lies, count! After beating up my sister, you dare lie to me about my father? Do you want me to cut off your head,” I growled, my eyes turning into a wolf as my hatred of this evil man intensified.I wanted to see him cower in fear. Instead, he had the nerve to laugh at me mockingly.“You heard it right. Dear prince, do you really think you are a true descendant of the Lyons? Are you kidding me?”He looked at me as if I were a pest that should be crushed under his booth. “You are nothing but a piece of trash! Your blood and Livia’s blood - they aren’t the blood that belonged to Talandor! Especially you – an usurper to the throne! You and your sister are even worst that dogs!”My hands that had earlier tightened at the count’s collar lost their grip.What was he saying? Is he telling me the absolu
KAIST:There was sorrow in my father’s eyes. I dreaded to hear what he will say.“You are my son Kaist, and Livia is my daughter. I know it would be hard to believe even if you knew the entire story, but believe me when I say it. You are my and Merlissa’s child and no one else’s…”That was enough for me. I could see my father was not in the mood to talk about what had happened in the past, and I didn’t have the strength to push it all out of his mouth. What he said was enough for me... for now.“Where are we going,” I inquired.“I have a feeling where the vampires will be going, so let’s meet them there…”“And where is that place?”“Laudicia – the lair of the fallen Shadow Runes.”A heavy atmosphere had set itself before us. I hated the tension between my father and I. This was the first time we have really been alone w
Hello! Thank you so much for coming to this journey with me in Revenge of The Shadow Heir! I started this story with a completely different story arc in mind, and I can't believe I've already reached the end of Dahlia and Tristan's love story. I dedicate this novel to the person who inspired me to take on writing again (and write romance stories, which wasn't really the genre I honestly saw myself writing).Here's to more meaningful memories together, sweetie! :). And to all those who have ever dreamed of being a writer or of being anything else - chase that dream! You were made to lust after it for a purpose. Glory to God always! I might take some hiatus after this story, but I assure you this won't be the last I will write. Thanks a lot again, dearests, and happy reading! - Ellie Love -
DAHLIA:“Dahlia, I have confessed everything to you before. I don’t know how much you remember of it after your accident though, so I am sorry for hurting you again,” Tristan began.“It was true. I casted a spell that was why the mate mark appeared in your body after our first night together. I was sure you were not my mate, and I was not yours. I casted a different spell on myself a few years ago to suppress finding my own mate, so I was confident when I approached you.”“However, the more I stayed beside you, the surer I had become that you were my destined mate… There wasn’t any day that I didn’t regret doing that…”Tears flowed from both our eyes. I knew it from my memory. We did have this conversation before, but it was still heartbreaking to hear Tristan’s side of the story.“When you had switched appearances with Samalah, I was foolish enough not to recognize you
DAHLIA: I was in a dark and suffocating place that I can’t even see my own hands and feet. I tried standing still, but nothing was happening, so I decided to move around. I started calling to my wolf. ‘Eva!’ Again, I shouted, ‘Eva!’ There was no answer. I was running wildly, or at least I thought I was. No one can say that this was all happening in my head. Goddess, I couldn’t even see if my body was still intact! I tried to touch my cheek just so I could verify I am still alive, still seeing, still feeling. The last thing I could honestly remember was King Helion Cosco drinking the blood off my neck. I felt around my neck. There weren’t any wounds of any form of punctures. Am I still existing in the real world, or is this all just a dying person’s dream? Just then, I heard an anguished voice. “Dahlia!” It was the voice I had longed to hear for a long time. “Tristan!” I started ru
TRISTAN: Irvan, that scoundrel that caused Samalah to get into an accident and had caused Dahlia’s agony, was a conjurer! Perhaps that was why they had left the dead bodies here instead of burying or burning them. It wasn’t just for show after all. The animated bodies started to close in on us. I thought it would be easy to defeat them since they were dead. However, they have the faces of people whome we had once seen or knew… It was a bit fortunate that most of them were just people whom I have casually met at Talandor, but I could only imagine that this battle must be too hard for Kaist. As we tried to knock out the dead bodies, the dragon bones swoop down on us, trying to pick on the flesh on our back. Even without a rider, the dragon bones were agile. This was really a dangerous thing. I just finished hurling a corpse somewhere far away, when suddenly, I looked up to see a dragon bone aiming to pluck my eyes away. I
TRISTAN: I galloped towards the edge of the plain leading to the Great Temple where I could smell my Dahlia’s scent. In the past, I had loved this walk from the forest towards the temple where my father would regularly burn an offering to the Moon Goddess Selene. Now, this same path was packed with vampires, attacking me from left and right. It was a hard fight. I felt like I was a bug trying to battle out hordes of ants to get to the other side. The more I stayed here, the more endangered Dahlia could become. Suddenly, I heard a voice roar. “Get down!” My instincts kicked in, and I followed it. As soon as I ducked down, bolts of fire started to rain down on my path, burning the Blasted Ones that crowded my way. I looked back sharply to discover a non-familiar wolf. It was golden brown with a stone in its head that shone like the midday sun. So this was how Kaist’s Shadow Rune wolf looked like. He must have already acce
DAHLIA: I rested my hope that if Count Jeteris himself or the people from Talandor could see me, they’d try to help me out. After all, I was someone they knew, someone who interacted with them, and someone they had sworn to protect as knights of Talandor. Surely, they wouldn’t let anyone from the Vampire Clan kill a she-wolf they had once known... But all those hopes were crushed when I saw what awaited us at the temple. The outer courts of the temple were nothing but mere rubbles of stones and sands now, but one could still gain the impression that it was a grand structure once. I had seen the tumbled-down appearance of the temple in a distance as King Helion dragged me to it, but as we entered its vicinity, I was shocked beyond belief. All around, corpses of werewolves lay lifelessly on the ground. “W-What did you do,” I asked in horror. “The foolish count wanted my help, but he didn’t agree with taking you as my queen, so…”
TRISTAN: “Brother, look out!” I swerved to the right by mistake, which ended up being good as I had dodged a blow against my skull. Livia and I had been fighting against the Blasted Ones for hours now, but they do not seem to be depleting. How in the world can the Apricus King call in this many of his men? Worse of all, Livia’s state was getting worse and worse as time went by… I hate to admit it, but I don’t think I could last fighting against them for a long time too. I struggled to get on my feet, thinking of how wretched I was to have sent the one person I loved the most towards her death. Memories of when I first saw Dahlia flashed by my head as I attacked one vampire after another. Lady Dahlia Hurst – the gentle rose of the kingdom – the person people looked up to and envied… My first thought was that such a person would be nothing more than a spoiled brat. She had been under the spotlight since she was yo
KAIST:It was a call to help Count Abell. Wolves from the White Fang Pack immediately tore their shirts and started transforming into their wolf form.“Prince Kaist, do you mean to say Tristan and Samalah… I mean Dahlia are in danger,” Thesla hurriedly asked.I nodded. “Yes. We will be going now. Get the women, children, elderly, and the sick inside the town hall. Bar the doors, and don’t let anyone inside the village. I will return here for the lady when everything is over,” I told the villagers.There was a murmur around the villagers.“Prince Kaist, I couldn’t speak for everyone, but I will come with you. Dahlia has become a friend and a family to Efiro and I. I don’t want to just sit and do nothing when I know she’s in danger!”“Very well.” I turned to the crowd. “Everyone who wishes to join us may come. As for the rest of you, please secure the village.
TRISTAN: “No, take her back! Give Dahlia back to us,” I shouted. The vampires around us poised themselves for an attack and smiled. They could sense the blood palpitating in my veins as I tensed up. They were getting excited on the prospect of violence as their true nature dictates. “Finders keepers” was all I heard from the damned king of the vampires. Maybe this was all a lie. Maybe the king of the Blasted Ones was toying with my sanity… How did I end up in this? Why did I give Dahlia to them? It felt like I was in a sort of reverie. Everything felt hazy. It was as if things were coming at me in slow motion. I could only watch as Dahlia’s golden brown hair billowed in the wind. King Helion towered over her. He clutched her by the wrist, and when she refused to tear her eyes away from me, he grappled at her shoulders and took her away more forcefully, twisting her face away from mine. I could only watch as trails of te