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
TRISTAN:Albus and Arthur were too damn excited to come out that it was taking all of my will to keep them at bay.I only got to touch Dahlia’s fully clothed frame around her waist and leg like this, and my whole body was instantly sent into a wild frenzy of desire.She was too damn beautiful! How did I resist not seeing her for more than two weeks?...Dahlia pushed herself away from my embrace and squeezed herself to my right side. I moved involuntarily and let her seat beside me.I did not hate being near her, but I tried to sit further away since my body was getting excited just by sitting so close to her like this...She did not seem affected by my presence at all, however. She looked absent-mindedly outside the carriage window.We stayed in silence thereafter.“That spirit stone… How will you recognize it if it were your mother’s,” Dahlia suddenly asked out of the blue.I looked at her
TRISTAN:The man before us held a rune detector – a magical wand that could sense the presence of spirit stones or the presence of a Shadow Rune wolf…As such, my eyes were fixated at the other end of the wand where a circular orb was attached. Once that orb starts to glow, it will give away my identity as a Shadow wolf.Almost instantly, Dahlia grabbed me by the hair and forced my head down towards her neck.Surprisingly, Dahlia didn’t move away like what she would have normally done out of embarrassment whenever we’d get intimate. Instead, she pushed her legs even closer towards me, further revealing her white thighs from under her skirt while still fondly cradling the back of my head in her hand.“Make it quick… We’re busy.”I involuntarily inhaled Dahlia’s smell of honey, milk, and cherries. It was so intoxicating that my hands clasped her tighter even without a second thought.
TRISTAN:Because of the sudden inspection, we were given a pass to rush inside the city gates of Dalrus.I looked absentmindedly at the throngs of carriages that were still being inspected as we rode towards the capital of Apricus, the vampire kingdom.A thousand thoughts filled my mind. Why were the city guards on full alert? Why were they looking for a Shadow wolf? Somehow, I can’t help but think that all of these occurrences must be connected with the vampire invasion Samalah and I have initially plotted.I looked back at the unexpected rogue invasion in Payn two days ago and the ambush attack on me from last time as well. I was sure that those two must have been mere coincidences. Was there someone sabotaging our plans against Count Jeteris?Either way, Count Jeteris must be found guilty. Twenty years of walking free and not getting punished were enough for him. This time, he must pay for his crimes dearly...As soon as we entered
DAHLIA:‘Calm your heart down, and breathe in smoothly… Don’t show your excitement. Don’t give in to your feelings,’ Eva reminded me inside our shared consciousness.I was deathly nervous from the very start. Can I really do this? Can I pretend to be intimate with Tristan and not get caught up with my own act?‘Of course you can,’ Eva said confidently. ‘I’ll help you out. Don’t worry about a thing!’Indeed, I’m glad. Eva and I are polar opposites when it comes to seduction. I don’t think I can ever keep everything away from the surface while she always can… I hope we really do succeed.As Tristan informed me of the plan further, I learned that the illegal auction will last the whole night, and the final item to be showcased would most likely be the spirit stone.“I don’t have any information on how many spirit stones they are going to show in th
DAHLIA:The auction house was very close to the inn that one just needed to walk towards it. The only problem for us was of course the guards that were scattered about with their rune detectors…I sighed as I looked at myself in the mirror. I promised myself and Livia that I will make sure I’d do my best to make this mission a success. This means I had to make my scent more pronounced than Tristan’s and to do that, I had to wear a dress I would never wear ordinarily…I looked back at the red and black gown I had donned myself in. The neckline was cut at such a low angle that it’ll be too hard to move without giving away too much skin…‘You can cover it up with something else,’ Eva said, her face lighting up in excitement. She really liked showing off some skin. I just wanted to make sure Tristan and I make it out there alive…‘Ah, of course,’ I mumbled back, remembering what she
TRISTAN:I looked at Dahlia’s face, and I knew she was deathly serious. Her words kept on repeating inside my head.“You are not my mate, and after this, we’ll have to stop becoming husband and wife too…”I couldn’t restrain my feelings anymore. I grabbed her by the arm and locked her in an embrace.“Dahlia, tell me you didn’t mean that,” I grunted.“Mean what,” she replied, feigning ignorance on what I meant.My wolves were enraged. It was full of chaotic shouts inside our head, but all I could manage to whisper were my desperate pleas.“You didn’t mean it, right?... Are you really going to leave me?”“What’s the point of staying together? You are not my mate, and I am not yours…”I didn’t like the answer she gave me before, and I certainly did not like it now.Fighting the urge to cr
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