DAHLIA:
Four male vampires surrounded me in a semi-circle. They don’t look very welcoming at all…
“Thank you,” I responded in the coldest manner that I could, “but I can perfectly take care of myself.”
Internally, I was shaking in fright. It was only Eva who dared to bare her fangs to these vampires that gave me the courage to speak out to them.
“Are you sure, dear? I think you’ll need someone by your side at all times… It’s dangerous for a woman in your state to go around… unescorted…”
My eyebrows shot up in the air. A woman in my state – what on earth does that even mean?
“What do you -?” Before I could finish asking the gentleman what he had meant to tell me exactly, another man butted into our conversation.
“Lady, there you are. I had been looking everywhere for you,” he said, his words directed to me.
I blinked s
DAHLIA:“Alright, sir. Please lead the way,” I replied enthusiastically that Sir Casior couldn’t help but grin.I can’t explain it, but the moment the red ruby stone was shown on stage, I felt an irresistible pull towards it. Maybe if I could see it up close, I’d understand why it seemed to call me…Sir Casior led me into a small opening on the right side of the stage where two burly-looking vampires were standing guard.Once we were near enough, Sir Casior removed his mask, and without a word, the guards opened the small wooden door behind them, and we entered with ease.I frowned. It was so dark that I couldn’t see a thing. As my eyes adjusted to the dimness of the place, however, I found that the space – a storage room - was actually bigger and wider than it seemed like from the outside.“Why is it too dark in here,” I asked Sir Casior.“To prevent thieves from gett
TRISTAN:I wanted to confirm my suspicions, so I asked Dahlly if I could leave for a few minutes…Had I known that all of these things would have happened, I wouldn’t have left her all alone to fend off by herself down there!I knew I was at fault. I shouldn’t have left Dahlia that night, especially since she had been drawing eyes towards her the moment we entered Dalrus. I should have known something bad could happen to her… I should never had conceded for her to come with me to this blasted auction in the first place.As soon as I realized that somebody from the podium above was reflecting my mother’s scent and energy, I abandoned all reasons. I made the fatal mistake of asking Dahlia to wait for me for a second so that I could explore who or what that was.My mate obliged without a thought. I quickly left her side and made my way into the stairs leading to the second floor deck.“This is a restricted
DAHLIA:The glow of the red ruby was far too stronger, far too mesmerizing than my own will power. It was calling me, beckoning me, stirring the depths of my soul, and I just had to concede…Breathing shallowly, I extended my hands until my fingers touched the glass.‘Dahlly, no,’ I heard Eva shout inside our head.In an instant, I wanted to take my hands back, but it was too late! Almost immediately, a blinding light coming from the glass surrounded me.This is it! I must be dying from the curse infused on the glass!...I don’t know how long the light consumed me. I was convinced that I had died and that when I open my eyes, I would probably be in heaven… or hell since I just attempted to rob an auctioned item.However, when I opened my eyes, all I could see was the empty glass globe in my hands. The red ruby was nowhere in sight.‘Ah, what did you do, Dahlly,’ Eva shouted as we spir
DAHLIA:My instinct told me to close my eyes. I trusted Tristan, but why did he throw flames at me, and how the hell did he get those powers? Did he want to burn me alive?!I waited for the heat to descend to my body, the pain burning me to the core. After a few heart-stopping minutes of waiting, however, I finally opened my eyes.To my surprise, I was still alive, and the silver net was now nowhere in sight!I looked around and saw a few more flames flicker. It was consuming the rest of the silver net into fine dusts right before me.“Dahlly, run,” I heard Arthur growl fiercely.He did not need to say it twice. I nodded at him and scampered into the tunnel where the masked attendant had led us into earlier.Before I could make it through the exit though, two more vampires blocked my route. They were baring their sharp claws and fangs at me, aiming for my neck.I swerved from the left, and then dodged the other one
**Trigger Warning: This chapter contains depiction of sexual abuse that may be upsetting for some readers.**SAMALAH:My eyes did not deceive me… It really was her! That b*tch in a red and black off-shoulder dress, it really was Dahlia Hurst!“Hah, and he said he was coming here alone… How pathetic,” I muttered in bitterness despite myself.Tristan did not look like he was lying to me when he said he would venture out here to Dalrus on his own. He refused to bring me with him, knowing how I feel about auctions. I believed him, but here he was arm and arm with that brown-haired, pathetic sore eye of a girl. What further proof of his lie do I need to see?It took every inch of calmness in me not to go over there and slap him as well as that girl. I really hated the sight of them together! I hated the way they smile at each other as if they were really head over heels in love, especially Tristan, who enjoyed showcasing that s
SAMALAH:‘Now, what shall I do with you? Which option would be beneficial,’ I asked myself internally.I looked at the unconscious she-wolf on the barren floor, and I controlled my urge to laugh. It was rather funny to think that a few hours ago, she was inseparable with my Tristan, but now she’s here battling life and death.“I guess the gods really do favor me after all,” I muttered.Throughout the night, I watched as Dahlia and Tristan flirt heavily at the auction hall. They played the part of a perfectly loving couple, but I knew the truth. It was after all my idea.Shortly after setting me free, Count Milford had adopted me as his niece and Tristan and I became inseparable. I was the first person who learned the story of his past aside from uncle, and he was the first person whom I shared my mother and father’s predicament with.We were both wounded children, and we lost the chance to live with our lo
DAHLIA: ‘Wake up! We have to escape! Wake up…’ The voice kept on telling me to wake up… I couldn’t see where it came from. It just knew that it felt warm and affectionate, and now it was becoming more and more distant. ‘Wake up, Dahlly,’ it told me one last time. When I opened my eyes, I was on the floor of a very dark and dingy place… There was a woman crouched down near me. She was rubbing her eyes, making muffled noises as if something had hurt her, or was she in tears? Either way, I don’t know what to make out of this scene… All I know was that I was dizzy. There was a painful area at the back of my neck as if something heavy had descended upon it. I struggled to sit, and when I did, I found that I was naked. There was also a dagger that was suspiciously placed just inches away from me. This woman, whoever she was, did not seem to have any friendly intention towards me… I did what I thought I should do. I cl
DAHLIA:I lie awake in bed next to Samalah, strongly feeling both dread and despair. Somehow, everything she told me was so hard to take in…So… I was already married, and my husband was a cruel jerk who betrayed me. Now, we are on the run because my identity was exposed in an illegal auction.I could barely remember hearing a tale about Shadow wolves from somewhere, but Samalah helped fill me in the details of who the Shadow Runes were.She said we were already orphans when met each other. We were sold as slaves, but we had sworn to stick by each other through thick and thin. I don’t know how much I could really trust Samalah’s words, but so far, she had been nothing but kind and patient towards me, explaining all the details that my memory had failed to recover.There was actually someone else I could ask regarding this matter, but as of the moment, I was having a very hard time reaching out to her...
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