TRISTAN:
“Ah, Tristan…”
I licked every inch of her exposed skin from her face down to her neck, her bare chest and her navel. I trailed kisses to the whole length of her legs, making every inch of Albus’ fur stiffen in excitement.
“Tristan…”
Dahlia opened her eyes once more, but I gently covered them up with my paw.
“Don’t peak, love…”
I was afraid that once I look at Dahlly’s lovely face directly, I shall lose all my senses again, and she’ll only end up being scared and haunted by the memory of my wolf’s gruesome face forever…
She held her hands against my paw, however, and placed them against her chest.
“Look at me… I want to see you…”
How can I argue with my lovely wife who was being bold like this for the first time? She had casted a spell over my heart that I cannot counteract despite all my effort
**Warning: This chapter contains scenes that are sexual in nature, which are suitable for readers 18 years old and above.**
TRISTAN:I gasped for air as soon as Dahlia said those words to me, and I found myself bolting upright in bed.It was pitch black now. I couldn’t see a thing… What happened?Suddenly, a pair of arms wounded itself around my waist. I looked at my side.After a few minutes, my eyes had begun to adjust to the dark. It was Dahlly’s slim arms alright, and she’s asleep.Damn it, that dream felt far too real!‘What happened,’ I asked my wolves.‘What else? You dozed off in pleasure,’ Arthur said wryly.‘And?’‘And what now? How can I possibly know what’s going on after we fall asleep?’I looked once more at my wife sleeping innocently beside me… It really was just a dream, right? After all, wouldn’t Dahlly have run away if she really saw the rune in my head?However, something dawned in me earlier when Dahlly and I were in
TRISTAN:After that fatal incident at Lagros, I just couldn’t trust Samalah to be solely in charge of the rogue attacks we were organizing against the nearby vampire villages.I had already told her time and again that the only purpose of the attacks was to frame Count Jeteris as the mastermind. We weren’t there to kill anyone… if we could. We just have to make it seem very threatening, and that’s it.Unfortunately, Samalah’s wrath sometimes had no bounds…I wasn’t part of the council tasked to investigate Count Jeteris’ crimes, but word has gotten out that several vampires had already been killed due to continued attacks under the group calling themselves as the ‘Falcon Wing.’We weren’t the Falcon Wings, of course, but if this is what will cause his downfall, we’ll gladly pin it down on that blasted group he had formed years ago…Samalah and I certainly did no
TRISTAN: I had no time to spare. If the prince and his men were here, then the fight would be soon be finished, and Samalah wouldn’t even stand a chance. As a water fairy, Samalah was very cunning and powerful, but as a wolf, she’s not that skilled. If only Samalah did not resent the wolf part of her, she wouldn’t have neglected her training so much. If so, I wouldn’t be in the position that I needed to rescue her nor will she be in a position where she needed someone to come to her side… Despite the strong history of friendship between Samalah and I, there was one thing we had kept an oath not to do – that is to never fall in love with each other. Samalah’s heart was frigid. She was also quite unforgiving and liked to make things even for every small inconvenience she was put into. There were days in the past when she and I had given to bouts of heat, but she had clearly drawn a line between us, telling me that we were nothing more th
TRISTAN:The prince was smart. Seeing how he couldn’t cross the spring because of the water attacks, he made sure to climb the trees to get to the other side and waited for me.“Answer me, Shadow wolf,” he roared, “Why are you doing this? Were these vampires not your allies?”I spat some of the blood that had foamed in my mouth. Unlike the prince, I had no power to regenerate that easily, although this wound couldn’t kill me at once either…“Tell me what your intentions are! Do you have another leader,” he roared once more.I growled at him menacingly. I raised my sharp claws at him, but he was too quick. I ended up cutting through several trees without inflicting a single scratch on his body.Damn it! He was just one incessant runt that’s just hard to kill!The blood continued to trickle down my neck. I can no longer afford to stay and face him. I had to use my powers now.
DAHLIA:“Tell me the truth, Albus…. You and that black wolf, you are both no ordinary wolves… You are from the Shadow Rune Pack, aren’t you?”The fur in the great white wolf’s body shook as if it was hit by an invisible arrow in the chest. He whimpered a bit in front of us, but he didn’t say anything more.Before Eva and I could repeat our question and hear the answer we longed to hear, a series of loud thumping sounds pulled us away from the Animal Spirit World and back into our human consciousness.“Countess Abell,” I heard Lina’s voice together with the incessant knocks from our bedroom door. “Countess, are you awake? Can I go in?”“Go ahead… Lina,” I groaned towards her, still half-asleep and a bit upset about the interruption of our time with Albus.“What is it,” I asked as soon as Lina went inside my room.She eyed the empty
DAHLIA:“Dahlly… How did you?... Did Tristan tell you something about my past?”Papa moved closer towards me and held my hand.Surprisingly, his hands were cold, and his face was as white as sheets – a definite contrast to the summer heat that night.“Dahlly, you’ve got to understand… Not everything he says to you is true, do you hear me? Your husband – he’s only doing this so that you’d hate me… It’s not necessarily true, my darling!”“Papa… This has nothing to do with Tristan. He didn’t tell me anything… Those wolves in your dream, they were from the Shadow Rune Pack, right? I know they were wolves from that pack…”I clasped my father’s hand even harder. “Tell me papa, what did you do to the Shadow Runes?... You and Count Jeteris, you did something to them didn’t you?...”That’s right&
DAHLIA:How can I be so naïve? All the signs were there… That sudden encounter in Hildt, the way that he seduced me and pursued me… They were all there, so why did I not see it?“Dahlia, don’t cry… Don’t cry… Tell me properly, hmm,” my father said, drying my tears with his hand despite the amount that was streaming down my face. “What do you mean by that? Where did you see that Shadow wolf?”Before I could even speak, there was an urgent rap by the door.“Countess… The prince and his men are here,” Lina said, a look of fear written all over her face.I quickly dried my tears and smoothened my dress and hair.“Did they say why,” I asked Lina.She shook her head. “They said it’s urgent.”“Papa, let’s see them first,” I said to my father who had already composed himself as if nothing had happened.
DAHLIA:There was no time to lose. I quickly scanned his body and saw several bite marks and a bloody wound in the side of his neck.I crept beside him and placed his head against my thighs. I then proceeded to raise my hand over his neck, and I channeled my powers so I could heal him.As my hands began to glow with a golden hue, the rune in Tristan’s forehead shone and reflected an incredible amount of beautiful light. It looked lovely as it glistened more and more.The more it glowed, the more wretched my heart felt, however…When the healing was over, I put my hands over his neck and checked his heart beat. Thankfully, my powers also worked even if he was still in his wolf form.Tristan was still deeply asleep perhaps because he seemed to have lost a lot of blood. I stroked the fur in his massive body. It felt warm and fuzzy, just like how Albus’ fur was.I peered at the face of the dark wolf before me… It
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