TRISTAN:
I can’t believe it! King Maurus – the mastermind behind the slaughter of my pack has really gone insane!
“Wait, what are you -?”
Before I could complete my protest, a bright, white light shone from our conjoined hands. The succession of rights ritual was really starting to take place!
“No, I don’t accept this,” I screamed in protest.
“I’m sorry, kid… You have no right to refuse it…”
What kind of madness is this? I tried to free my hand from his palms, but it was locked in an iron grip.
How can the old fool have strength enough to do this trickery?
When the light subsided, I felt a shiver escape my body. I looked at the white teeth mark that revealed itself in my left wrist – a symbol of the White Fang Pack.
“What did you do,” I roared as I pulled my hands away from the old man.
“I gave you the rights to the throne…”
“Why?”
“There are forces much stronger than you and my son who m
SAMALAH: When I saw Tristan’s wolf emerge from the bushes during daybreak, I couldn’t help but be relieved. Three days ago, I thought I had lost him. I hated Dahlia for it because if she didn’t challenge Lord Irvan, Tristan wouldn’t have died a violent death like that… At the same time, I hated the fact that Tristan had foolishly risked his life for someone as unworthy as Dahlia Hurst. She was an enemy… our enemy! How can he be crazy enough to love her so deeply that he was willing to die just like that? Thus, after the cave had collapsed, I was determined to make Dahlia’s life so miserable, she’d regret that she had survived! However, that was all before Lord Irvan started to assault Dahlia… As soon as she dragged her out of the burning cave, he kicked her so hard, I knew she was bound to lose the child – Tristan’s own flesh and blood. If I hadn’t been in possession of a Dragon Stone, Dahlia Hurst would have surely los
DAHLIA: “Dahlia!” I gasped as my eyes opened wildly. Did I really hear that correctly? It sounded like Tristan’s voice… I cupped my throbbing forehead. Of course it couldn’t be him… It was only a dream… “Samalah, you had a nightmare again,” I heard a youngish voice speak beside me. It was followed by a hug against my side. I smiled. By now, I was so used to Efiro’s hugs that it didn’t feel strange to me at all. Rather, this little one’s affection was making me look forward to the day I would meet my own child in my arms… It has been less than a day when we entered Camdress, and the first thing that Thesla had done for me was to locate the house of the healer in the small, tight-knit community. “What is it,” I heard an old man’s voice speak behind a wooden door. “Sir Morland, sorry for troubling you at this hour… I brought a guest.” I wasn’t expecting it, but the healer before me was also a dragon… And he
TRISTAN: “Dahlia… Please. Dahlia, we’re almost there!...” Up ahead, I could see chimney smokes in the distance. Thank the Goddess, we have finally reached Camdress! However, Dahlia had already stopped breathing for a while now… I don’t know if she could still make it. I clutched her icy body closer into mine. I tried to keep her warm with my flames, but it was of no use. Her flesh might be less cold, but her chest wouldn’t rise up for air… Not even once since she had kissed me! “Dahlia, open your eyes! We’re here!” I could see some of the huts open their lamps as I approached. I must be causing quite a stir as I shouted wildly at my mate to open her eyes once more. I reached the edge of the village, but a gate was standing shut against us. “Help! I need a healer! Help us!” I pounded on the gate as hard as I could. I had never been this desperate all my life. “What? Who is it?” “Help me! M
DAHLIA: I heard the door open and close at the living room, and I immediately went over towards it. “What happened,” I asked Thesla and Efiro as soon as they came back. Earlier when I woke up from my nightmare, I swear I heard Tristan call out my voice in a scream. I immediately bolted up from my bed and went out of my room to see what the commotion was about. However, due to Thesla’s insistence, Efiro and I stayed inside the house, trying to make sense of what the hell was happening outside. Thesla said there might be a possible invasion from slave traders, so he went out by himself. Judging from the screams we heard, there must have really been some violent people who wanted to get inside the town of Camdress by force. “A husband came with his sick wife… The woman was in bad shape, and he was frenzied…” The moment he mentioned the word ‘husband,’ my heart started to quiver. I remembered Tristan and how he had protected me unt
DAHLIA: Was I seeing things? Was my mind simply playing a trick on me? “Tristan!” I touched the man’s face with my free hand by instinct. This must be an illusion! How can I gaze at this lovely face after seeing him die in the collapsed cave? However, as soon as my fingers came in contact with his tanned skin, I knew it wasn’t a trick! This was a miracle. “Tristan,” my eyes started to tear up. “It’s you!” I had almost forgotten he was holding my right wrist until he squeezed on it very tightly. “Yes… I’m alive, Samalah!” He was looking at me with hatred. It was only then that I remembered how my face looked like for him. “N-No, I’m not… I am… not…S-Samalah,” I said in broken sentences as I wept. I wanted to hug him fiercely. I wanted to kiss him until the end of the world comes. “You trickster, what do you mean,” Tristan said growling at me. “You’re already caught red-handed, and you’re still trying to d
TRISTAN: I looked at Kaist Lyon as he tried to stop me from slapping sense back into Samalah once more. I can’t believe what he just told me. “Don’t touch her! She is my mate,” he repeated. I wanted to laugh. I would have believed him right then and there if he didn’t tell me the same thing before I seduced Dahlia into marrying me and leaving him on the altar. “So what,” I blundered. “I know you’re just trying to rescue her, but that wouldn’t work!” I looked at Samalah, and tears were still streaming down her face, but she looked equally confused as I was. If I didn’t know her so well, I could have been tricked into thinking she was really in a pitiful state. “No! Don’t you dare hurt her again!” Just then, we heard the sounds of boots coming towards us. “What are you doing?” It was the man from last night, the one who offered me a drink after the healer took Dahlia in. He came towards Samalah’s side, who
TRISTAN:After just a few minutes of reaching the healer’s house, the old man himself came out of the front door.“Ah, you’re the husband from yesterday, and…”At the sight of Kaist, the old man made a deep bow. “Your majesty, to whom do I owe this pleasure of seeing you again?”Judging from what he had just said, the old man seemed to know Kaist personally.“Sir Morland, it’s been a long time since I saw you. The lady you just helped, she’s Lady Dahlia Hurst. You remember her, right?”“Dahlia Hurst, you mean Jude’s daughter?... You have both grown up now, and I see you’ve met our Samalah too…”Sir Morland was eyeing the way Kaist was wounding up his arm protectively around Samalah’s waist. For some unknown reason, Albus and Arthur were also growling with displeasure at this act…“We haven’t been fully acqu
DAHLIA:This is driving me crazy!I’m sure that only fated mates could distinctly recognize the scents of their destined partners. Even when I had been engaged with Kaist or exposed to a handful of men in the Capital, their scents were never really unique to my nose, not unlike that of Tristan’s…So why then can Kaist recognize my scent?“Prince Kaist, if I tell you something insane, is there a possibility you will believe it?”He only looked intently towards me. I cannot distinguish whether he was suspicious of me or not.“Go on… What is it?”I held his hand. “Kaist, it’s me… Dahlia…”We looked for each other for a really long time. I held my breath as it all happened.“Which part was the joke in there because I didn’t really get it,” he said a bit sarcastically.“Kaist, you never told anyone except me about
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