DAHLIA:
“Dahlly…”
He called me gently by my name – the name that my father would lovingly call me… The name that my best friend called me…. The name that everyone who was dear and close enough would say to me…
Once, I thought we were really close enough… He was after all, my fated mate. He was supposed to be the one who will treasure me the most.
The one who will love me… The one who will never lie to me…
Now, I don’t even know if his real name was even ‘Tristan.’
“Stop calling me by my nickname,” I breathed towards him. “That name is only for those who are close to me… Stop calling me that when I don’t even know who you are…”
Today, I watched as my so-called husband lied to the prince without even bating an eyelash.
All throughout his dealings with him, he never flinched. He never hesitated to lie ab
DAHLIA:My feet had no strength in them, but I needed to get away. I forced myself to continue walking despite the torrents of tears that came rushing from my eyes.When I reached the bedroom, I slammed the door shut. I went in front of the mirror and brought down the neckline of my dress even lower.As expected, the silver wolf head that had been my mark was not there anymore…I slumped at the floor and wailed even louder.I wanted to believe his words that not everything was a lie… I wanted to believe that at least his love for me or the fact that we were fated mates was something he had not concocted. Here I was, however, confronted with the truth, and it hurts like hell!We weren’t even mates to begin with… There’s no use staying here then…I didn’t think twice. I fetched a small suitcase from the dressing room and started packing some essential items and clothes.In about
TRISTAN:Before I could say anything back to Samalah, a knock came at the door.I looked back at Samalah’s seat and almost instantly, she had gone invisible – a power she can use at a whim when she needed to conceal herself.Lina came in after the fifth knock.“Count Abell, breakfast is ready… May I know where the Countess is?”She must have been under the impression that we were still together in the study.“She’s probably in the bedroom… She was tired from last night,” I said as I took another sip from the wine.“Count Abel, I know it isn’t my place to speak, but can I say something?”I eyed the empty-looking seat where Samalah was… I’m sure she’s still there. I must be careful.“What is it about?”“The countess, since she was young, was never someone who spoke freely even when things were already hurtf
DAHLIA:“I hope this room will suit you and your attendant for the meantime, Countess Abell. We will make better arrangements as soon as we can,” the dorm supervisor said as she walked us inside an available room.I thanked her and looked around the room as Lina and our coachman proceeded to unload the luggage from our carriage.I took a closer look at the bedroom. It was as spacious as the bedroom I shared with Tristan, but it was rather empty with only a few closet spaces, two beds, a table and chairs for studying.Because my decision to come here has been hasty, I had forgotten to call and made formal arrangements that I’ll be moving in today with Lina. As such, the dorm supervisor, Madame Matell, was put in a tight spot.Although I had discussed living at the dormitory with Tristan in the past, we had conceded that I take university lessons for the first semester at home. We were still newlyweds and had been inseparable, so we
DAHLIA:“W-What are you doing here?”I spun around with a wet towel in my hand. I was about to give a sponge bath to a child when a hand suddenly landed on my left arm.Surprise of all surprises: it was none other than Lady Livia Jeteris.“Hello… I thought I might see you here,” she said. There was an air of happiness in her voice when she saw me. It was probably just me who had resented seeing her.I didn’t respond to her and went back to what I was doing. I squeezed the water out of the towel and patted it on top of the head of the little vampire girl I was tending.Vampires typically had lower bother temperatures, but she was burning up with fever from a werewolf’s bite. I didn’t know vampires could also be affected by werewolves in such a manner…“It was probably because the rogues were using blessed relics… That could be the only explanation for her fever.&rdquo
DAHLIA:It did not register to me at first, but the second time someone had shouted, panic started to rise at the pit of my stomach.“Run! The village is being attacked by rogues!”I looked back at Lady Livia. There was no trace of fear on her face. I struggled internally what to do.‘We can do this, Dahlia! Don’t be nervous. You can transform already! I’ve got you,’ Eva growled inside of me…That’s right. I could transform at will now, right? I should be able to defend myself well…Ah, but I have never really engaged in combat as a wolf before… Would I be able to survive this?As if the blasted rogues could read what was on my mind, six of them appeared right in our midst.I poised myself for an attack. I didn’t know what they wanted in the first place, but I wasn’t going to let them come near us when we were so far away from others to get help.
DAHLIA:I stared in awe at Tristan’s chest. Why was my mark still there?He was still pulling my hand against his chest. I fingered the mark and scratched it. It didn’t come off. I scratched harder.“It wouldn’t come off no matter what you do,” Tristan said, his breathing becoming heavier.I pulled my hand away from his grasp, but he resisted.“Don’t push me away, Dahlia… Just stay like this for a while. Just until you recuperate please...”I wanted to laugh. I was the injured one, but my rescuer was the one pleading for me to stay.My body wanted to succumb to him. I missed Tristan’s warmth. I miss his touches, and therefore, this closeness between us was too dangerous.I reminded myself that I was trying to stay away from him and not get pulled in by his seduction again. I spoke in a firmer manner.“No. Please let me go.”His face looked li
DAHLIA:A spirit stone – one of the most powerful and precious items in the world!Since the extinction of the Shadow Rune pack, people from every clan – Werewolves, Fairies, Vampires, Dragons, Witches and Warlocks, to name a few – had all gone crazy in search of spirit stones, the runes that contain the essence of power and existence of a Shadow Rune wolf.Spirit stones are used as core ingredients for different kinds of spells, and even the mere possession of it was said to give power beyond compare to its owner.I could just imagine how Tristan and Livia, the last remaining Shadow Rune wolves, and no doubt both possessing spirit stones inside their bodies, would be in grave danger should anyone find out about their secret in Dalrus...As magic advanced, detection devices that could give away the presence of spirit stones had also been made over the years, creating a never ending quest for the remains of Shadow wolves and the ru
TRISTAN:I was right. That was the last time I would see Dahlia…Sir Casior tapped my shoulder in a sorrowful way as we walked towards the city proper of Payn.“She is your wife, I suppose? Congratulations on your wedding,” he said with an empathic smile.I know he was Livia’s friend, but possibly he was more than a friend. He was also someone who knew me as a child back when the Apricus Kingdom and the Shadow Rune Pack maintained a close friendship. Yet, I still have not gotten used to this vampire’s familiar and friendly demeanor…I really wished vampires would age a bit so that it would never get this awkward when talking to him…“It’s a long story, but we’re not together anymore,” I said.“You’ll get back together, don’t worry.”I raised my eyebrows at Sir Casior. “How did you know?” Does he have the power to tell the fu
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