MELONIE'S POV:
Arwan's statement replayed in my head, my giant fear stood tall, my heart beating in horror.
If Mrs. Hunter dies, I'm in trouble, if I fight back, I'm still in trouble.
“Fuck this!” I murmured, biting my lips, “What do I do?”
I paced around the room, my mind was a jumble of thoughts, each one tangled and twisted, making it impossible to think clearly.
I walked over to Clara's room, knocking on the door, “Clara it's me,” I called out.
Everywhere went silent, I got no reply, “Clara,” I called again with a pleading voice.
“Go away Melonie,” her voice rang out.
“Please Clara, I need you right now, we need to talk,” I begged desperately.
Everywhere grew silent again and then I heard a click.
“Clara I'm sorry, I know you are mad at me,” I stated as Clara unlocked the door.
She stared at me calmly, “I'm not mad at you Melonie… I'm just - Anxious and…”
“I know. And I'm anxious too, I'm at the centre of all this trouble. How do you think I feel,” I explained.
“That's why you have me, you have us.” She stated in encouragement. “I know you think it's just you, but it's not. It's us all immediately we got tangled with you. You are in charge of this realm, only you can save it, Melonie.”
I stared at her, how easy it was for them to accept, “Mrs Hunter will not die,” I blurted out in refusal.
She blinked, holding my hands, “Even if she doesn't die, you will have to fight at some point. Look what happened today after fighting one dark walker, she got severely injured. What do you think will happen next time? Especially if it's two or more? And trust me those things are a lot.” she stated calmly.
“What happens if Mrs. Hunter dies?” I asked, still verifying the situation.
Clara’s face turned sour, “Melonie…”
“Just tell me!” I pestered.
“War! We have been a target even without you being around, Mrs. Hunter has been protecting this realm with a spell, no other creatures can come in without struggling. And that's why most times one dark walker comes in instead of hundreds, thousands or millions. If Mrs Hunter dies, there will be no one else to protect us, the spell will be broken and a lot of dark walkers will swim in. And no one can fight them except you, I'm sorry your destiny is this horrifying but this is your home now, and you have no choice but to protect your home,” Clara announced softly.
I nodded my head in understanding, dragging my feet out of her room.
“So Arwan wasn't lying? I was hoping he was. Hundreds... thousands... millions?” I thought to myself with tear-filled eyes.
Arlo stood in front of the door, he seemed to have eavesdropped on the conversation.
“Melonie…” he called with arms stretched wide.
I walked towards him as he wrapped me in his arms, “You'll be fine Melonie, you have your Arlo here with you,” he voiced out calmly, squeezing me tightly.
Tears streamed down my face like a relentless rain, each drops a tangible manifestation of the sorrow that gripped my heart. I wept with a depth of emotion that shook my very being, My eyes, red and puffy from the deluge of tears, felt like they were burning with a fire that couldn't be quenched. My nose was stuffy, and my throat constricted as if the grief itself was choking me.
I felt like I was drowning in a sea of despair, with no lifeline to cling to. The weight of my sorrow was crushing me, pressing down on me like a physical force that I couldn't escape.
As I wept, I felt like I was mourning the loss of something precious, something that could never be replaced. Of course, I was mourning my freedom, my peaceful life, my best days were until I turned eighteen, I should have lived those days and cherished them well. As soon as I turned eighteen, tragedy struck.
I couldn't catch my breath, couldn't calm my racing heart. The tears just kept coming, a never-ending torrent of sadness that seemed to have no end. I was a vessel, overflowing with grief, and I didn't know how to stop the flood.
“Make up your mind Melonie, you can choose to run, but they will come after you,” Arlo's voice sounded out.
I hit his chest with my fist and he giggled loudly, “You fool, how's that supposed to make me feel better?” I cried out, new tears filling my eyes.
“C'mon Melonie… stop crying hmm,” Arlo stated calmly, patting my back.
**🥀**
I walked into my room and slammed the door shut. If my life would be this hard, why exactly was I born? My mother should have just left me unborn; I'd be twerking for Jesus and singing praises as we speak rather than going through this horror.
I was drowning in my own emotions, one minute away from breaking down.
After a long staring contest with the wall, I dashed out of the room again, walking towards Arwan's room - I stormed in.
As I pushed open the door, I was met with a sight that made my heart skip a beat. Standing in the middle of the room, his back to me, was Arwan who seemed to have been carved from the very gods themselves.
His broad, muscular chest was a testament to his strength and power. The defined ridges of his pectorals rose and fell with each steady breath, like the gentle swell of waves on a summer shore.
He was covered in sweat as if he had just finished a rigorous workout. The muscles in his back rippled and flexed as he moved, like the gentle lapping of waves on a summer shore.
As he turned to face me, I felt my cheeks flush with a sudden warmth. His chest was a masterpiece of masculine beauty, with defined pecs and a chiselled six-pack that seemed to be sculpted from granite.
For a moment, we just stared at each other, the air thick with tension. I felt like I had been punched in the gut, my breath knocked out of me by the sheer magnitude of his physical presence.
Then, a slow smirk spread across his face, and he raised an eyebrow in shock. "Hey," he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. “You should knock before you come in."
I felt like I had been caught in a dream, a dream from which I didn't want to wake up. I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. "Hey," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, “I - I - huh - it was an emergency.”
As he stood tall, his chest seemed to expand, filling the space around him with an aura of quiet confidence and unyielding strength.
“If you came here to say something, say it and stop eye-fucking me,” his voice rang out, elbowing me back into reality.
I snapped my head at him, “What the Fuck! I wasn't even looking.”
“Lies Melonie… lies,” he retorted, “What do you want?”
“I came to tell you I'm ready. I'm ready to fight.”
MELONIE'S POV:Ogling at me, he paused his lips, “Okay, we start immediately, there's no time,” Arwan voiced out.My face went pale, “Okay… no words of encouragement or you saying something like - good girl, you made a good choice?”He glanced at me, irritated. “What do I look like? Your daddy?”“Fuck you Arwan,” I retorted displeased.Ignoring me, he pointed towards a direction facing him, “Come here!”Without arguing, I walked closer, kicking my legs and throwing my arms to gather my strength.“Clean up this room,” he declared.I stared at him, rolling my eyes, “Sorry?”“Your first lesson would be manners, you lack that,” he responded calmly.“Are you fine? Are you sure you are not hungry or tasty? Or maybe you are pressed. Go on, take a poop. I'll be waiting if it'll make you feel better,” I snarled.He walked closer to me, his shadow covering my entire existence, “Talk to me disrespectfully again and watch me slap you into next week. Clean up this room and meet me in the garden on
MELONIE'S POV:My world crumbled, I wasn't scared, I was horrified.I wasn't ready, but I was forced to be.It's just one way to die, die or die either way.Thick sweat escaped my forehead and my heart was heavy with worry.“Everyone inside! lock the doors, lock the windows,” Arwan's voice echoed.I gawked at him as he calmly took responsibility, “I'm coming with you,” I declared.He stared back at me, “What can you possibly do to help? Stay here, go into your room and lock the door and windows. It's safer that way.”“You broke the lock,” I stated in remembrance.He paused for a while as if trying to verify what I said, “Then go into mine.”Arwan left the building I was, into the main building to save others, I couldn't explain it, but strangely, there was this force pulling me to him.“Arwan,” I murmured in fear.I trailed behind him, and for a reason, I could barely leave him to get hurt, even if there was barely anything I could do.“Everyone, vacate this building and move into Mel
MELONIE'S POV:We all froze, and everyone seemed lost in their own agony. “Should we all be saying our last prayers?” Clara asked out of nowhere, with a bitter face.Arlo also looked devastated, “Melonie do something.”“What exactly can I do? Jump in front of those things and get snapped in two? Gosh, you all never loved me,” I retorted firmly.My gaze fell on Arwan. Although everyone was scared, he seemed to be deep in thought, trying to come up with a solution. “I'll lead them away from the building,” Arwan blurted out.“That's ridiculous,” I spat back, “No Arwan. That's a terrible idea! You can't do that.”“I have less of a choice right now,” he defended, “That door will not hold, a lot of people will die. Our realm will be wiped and emptied, never to be remembered.”“THOSE DEADLY THINGS WILL KILL YOU!” I yelled out in panic, “They are not one or two; there are a lot out there, waiting to tear us apart like over boiled chickens.”Arwan took steps closer to me, “I know Melonie, but
ARWAN'S POV:I stared at the unconscious figure of Melonie. She was scared to fight until I was thrown to the ground by dark walkers, she looks just like her birth mother, I can only hope she doesn't act like her and end up dying.I picked her up and carried her to her room, with Clara and Arlo following behind.“Is she fine?” Clara asked worriedly.“She must have exhausted her strength,” she passed out, after transformation." I explained.Arlo nodded in understanding, “It would have been weird if that didn't happen. She literally saved us all.”A warm smile spread across my face, “She saved me.”It took hours, before Melonie calmly opened her eyes, “Where am I?” She asked, looking around.A teasing smirk appeared on my face, “In heaven, you died a while ago.”She scoffed out loud, struggling to get up, “Jokes on you.”**🥀**MELONIE'S POV:I could barely feel myself, my body ached from the fight and overuse of power.“Can you stand?” Arwan asked calmly.I nodded in approval, “Yes. Ho
MELONIE'S POV:Everyone was focused on training, but I was focused on Arwan, since seriousness has decided to forsake me, I should use it on something I enjoy doing.Arwan stretched his hand towards me, “Come here, Melonie.”I ran forward immediately, awaiting the training and results of the day.Clara also ran towards us, “Hey guys, I'll be training with you,” she stated and I smiled warmly at her, noticing the distance between us.“Clara… is something wrong?” I asked reluctantly.Her warm smile disappeared, “C'mon — nothing is wrong. It's just…”I turned towards her with a serious face, “It's just…” I encouraged her to keep talking.“Melonie, I saw you transform yesterday,” she explained. “I have never seen such a powerful creature in my life. You — you were fully transformed into something that never existed.”“Right, so you are even more scared of me now?” I asked bitterly, “C'mon I'd literally protect you rather than hurt you.”“I know Melonie… I just got goosebumps,” Clara state
MELONIE'S POV:I frantically scanned the shelves, my eyes racing over the spines of the books I had been searching for what felt like an eternity, and I was starting to lose hope.I was searching for answers about my kind. About the creatures of the night, with skin that shifted and eyes that glowed. About the beings with the power to transform, to run with the wolves and soar with the dragons.I was desperate to learn more about my true nature.I pulled down book after book, scanning the pages for any mention of my kind. I read about vampires and werewolves, about shapeshifters and demons. But none of it seemed quite right.I was getting desperate. I felt like I was running out of time like I needed to find the answers I was looking for before it was too late.I moved to the restricted section of the library, the part that was hidden away from prying eyes. I had heard rumours of a book that was hidden here, a book that held the secrets of my kind.I searched the shelves, my heart pou
MELONIE'S POV:As I gazed into his eyes, I felt my entire being melt into a sea of adoration. Every fibre of my existence seemed to vibrate with an intense, all-consuming love.I see why I feel connected to him, he saved me and is still keeping me.Time stood still as I stared, the world around us fading into insignificance. Nothing else mattered, nothing else existed. Only him. His precious soul was worthy of my attention.My heart swelled with emotion, threatening to burst free from my chest. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of devotion, unable to breathe or think. All I could do was feel, and what I felt was an overwhelming, soul-crushing love.As I gazed deeper into his eyes, I saw my own reflection staring back at me. I saw the hopes, the dreams, the fears, and the desires that we shared.“My family is the oldest record-breaking Lycanthropic dragon in the realm, I existed before your mother. My mother warned me about keeping you all to myself, but I just couldn't endure the pa
MELONIE'S POV:Arwan and I rushed towards others in an attempt to be together when other dark walkers swam in but instead, we found them sited in the worst lifeless and heartbroken way possible.“Where are they?” Arwan asked, looking around.Arlo's gaze went up to meet him, “They left! Ran off… we need to come up with a better plan, or we will all die here.”“If they ran away…” I butted in, “doesn't that mean we won? We scared them away — right?”“I don't think so,” Clara argued. I think they are being very strategic. They came to observe something, to return even more prepared.”“We have lost a lot of people already,” Arlo cried out, covering his face with his palms.Arwan stepped forward “C'mon, let's go.”We walked back into our building as sobs and wails echoed through the walls of the realm.Everywhere was painted with blood and everyone seemed to have lost one person or the other.“I don't like this,” I murmured in tragedy.Arwan softly looked at me, “Nobody does. Let's focus on
🥀 CLARA’S POV 🥀I was nervous. In a few hours, I'll be married… or not. It depends.Melonie walked towards me, “Everything for the wedding is ready, are you sure about this?”“What do I say?” I murmured, “I can't keep clinging onto Arlo forever… I'll be fine. Alpha Vargus is a nice guy, I'll fall for him in the process.”“You can't be so sure. I think you would be head over heels in love with him by now if that was possible,” She pointed out.“Hmm, life Doesn't always go the way we want it to. In my next life, I want to be a spoon. That way I'll be able to taste delicious foods without having to feel any pain.” I retorted.Out of nowhere, Alpha Vargus walked in with an extremely handsome man walking behind him.The man stood tall, his commanding presence drawing attention from everyone around him. His chiselled features were perfectly proportioned, with high cheekbones, a strong jawline, and a small, pointed chin.His eyes were a deep, piercing blue, fringed with thick lashes that a
🥀 CLARA'S POV 🥀I stood there, frozen in shock, as he dropped to his knees. My mind was reeling, trying to process what was happening, we were fucking in the middle of a burial, of course, unless it didn’t mean anything to him.I stood there, unsure of what I heard, “Did you just talk about marriage?” I asked to be sure.“Yes Clara,” he calmly responded, “I did. Let's get married.”“Sorry to intervene in your pathetic love life,” Melonie excused, “But this is ridiculous, how can you think or talk about marriage at such a time like this? Were you waiting for Manon to die? We are mourning the loss of one of us!”“Can you please not do this Melonie,” Alpha Vargus retorted, “This is about me and Clara.”“Why are you so desperate to be married to her?” Melonie attacked, “She Doesn't even like you.”“Melonie,” I called, “Please excuse us.”She made an irritated face, nodded and stormed away, clearly not feeling it.I faced Alpha Vargus with raised eyebrows, “What was that about?”“You pro
🥀 LAVANYA'S POV 🥀It was the end for me, I was going crazy.I sat there, unable to speak or cry. I just gawked at the dead body of my lover covered in a pool of blood.If I had known, I wouldn't have bothered to fall in love. But she asked me out first. How could I have declined when she was being so cute?I felt the tension building up inside me, like a dam ready to burst. The emotions had been simmering for so long, and now they were finally reaching a boiling point. I took a deep breath, and then I let it all out."AHHHHHHHHH!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, the sound echoing through the air and waking up every living sleeping soul in the building. It was a primal, raw, and unbridled release of emotion. I felt like I was unleashing a torrent of pent-up feelings, letting go of all the stress, anxiety, and frustration that had been weighing me down.My voice was hoarse and strained, but I didn't care. I screamed again, and again, and again, and finally, I burst into helpless t
🥀 MELONIE'S POV 🥀The air was thick with a palpable sense of sadness and melancholy. Everyone I looked at seemed to be ogling at Queen Manon with a cloud of despair hanging over their heads.Faces were etched with worry and concern, eyes cast upward as if the weight of the world was bearing down on them. The usual chatter and laughter that filled the space was eerily absent, replaced by an oppressive silence that seemed to suffocate the very life out of everyone.Even the brightest and most cheerful of individuals seemed to be struggling to find a smile. Their usual spark was dimmed, replaced by a dullness that seemed to seep into every pore.The atmosphere was heavy with a sense of hopelessness as if everyone had lost their way and was stumbling through the darkness, searching for a glimmer of light. Every step seemed to be a struggle, every breath a chore.As I looked at Queen Manon, I couldn't help but feel a sense of despair wash over me. I pitied her.“I would really appreciate
🥀 LAVANYA'S POV 🥀I threw my hands to cover my mouth, my eyes widened and swollen with emotions.I ran back to the room, collapsing to the bed. Tears streamed down my face, and my body shook with sobs, each one wrecking my chest with a deep agonizing ache.I cried desperately as if the tears could wash away the pain and sorrow that consumed me.My eyes burned, my throat constricted, and my breath came in ragged gasps.The door clicked open, and Queen Manon walked in, I froze, not daring to make a sound, I just pretended to be asleep and she quietly walked to the bathroom to wash off the blood and then lay beside me.I was tongue-tied but screaming on the inside. I gripped the sheet tightly and after a few hours I quietly called, “Manon.”“Hmm,” she responded, “Why aren’t you sleeping?”“I just woke up,” I replied, “Did you go somewhere? When I woke up, I didn’t find you in bed.”“No,” she moaned, “I have been asleep all through, I don’t know why I feel more tired than when I slept t
🥀 MELONIE'S POV 🥀The situation went from bad to worse, day by day werewolves were killed by this undiscovered killer.Alpha Vargus wasn't happy that his people were dying, so he became a bodyguard every night in an attempt to protect his people, but last night… he was knocked out of consciousness by this killer.I paced around the hall, “Has anyone noticed their partner leaving the room at midnight recently?” I asked.Lavanya jingled her head in refusal, “I don’t think so, it would have been reported.”“This is bullshit!” Alpha Vargus yelled, “This is just so crazy.”“Calm down Vargus,” Arwan whispered.“I dare you to tell me to calm down again,” Alpha Vargus menacingly muttered, “This is your fault. Bad Luck and bad things keep happening because of you.”Arwan fired back, “How’s any of these my fault?” “You failed to coordinate your people as a leader,” Alpha Vargus snapped back.“You must be fucking kidding me,” Arwan growled.“Can you stop fighting, please?” Queen Manon cried o
🥀 MELONIE’S POV 🥀The loud roaring cries of werewolves got me jumping out of my sleep, Arwan also jolted awake, “What’s happening?” he asked.“I don’t know, I suddenly woke up hearing such a thunderous cry coming from outside,” I responded.Arwan inhaled sharply, “Can I get at least one night of good sleep? Things keep happening and it’s just so tiring.”The loudness of the scream increased and couldn’t be ignored.All of a sudden, a loud bang sounded on the door and Alpha Vargus stormed in, “Something is not right, my people are in tears.”“Fuck! Not again,” I growled.Bruno also rushed in, “You all need to see this.”“See what? They are just crying, it could be tears of joy, they are just very happy we fought Lucifer and came back alive,” Arwan snarled, lying back down.“It has to do with death, Arwan,” Alpha Vargus yelled.My eyes widened in horror and Arwan flew up from bed, “Let’s go,” he commanded.We stormed out, and the sound of weeping filled the air as werewolves gathered
🥀 BRUNO'S POV 🥀I puffed out a sigh of relief, everything had gone back to the way it should be. I looked at Bruno who was peacefully sleeping beside me.Lucifer's voice replayed in my mind, “Are you any better than them? You are in love with a man – isn’t that wrong?”“What do I do now? I’m so in love with him and I can’t seem to stop myself,” I murmured.I cupped his face in my arms, tracing his jawline with my fingers, and then his lips, lustfully ogling at them. Without hesitating, I laid mine on his.As our lips met, the world around us burnt away, leaving just the two of us, lost in the thickness of our passion.Time slowed down, allowing us to savour every moment, sensation, and taste.I gently brushed my lips against his, feeling the softness of his skin, and the warmth of his breath.Suddenly, he parted his lips, inviting me in, a soft grin spread across my face and I accepted, my tongue dancing with his in a slow, sensual movement.As we kissed, I felt like I was devouring
🥀 BRUNO'S POV 🥀I looked at Othello, “Why did you come? You don't have powers here.”“I know,” he muttered, “Regardless, I came to save you.”Dragging himself up, he stood in front of me with a blood-stained face, and pushed me behind him, “If you want to get to him… you'll have to pass through me first.”“Othello…” I voiced.“Stay out of it Bruno…” he snapped back, “It's my turn to save you.” “You don't think you can fight me, do you?” Lucifer asked, smiling in satisfaction, “You are so weak, you don't have your powers here, and you are injured.”“I'd rather die trying,” Othello retorted, “You'll have to pass through me first.”“Us too!” A voice echoed out.I turned around in shock. There, Arwan, Melonie, Arlo, Clara, Alpha Vargus, Queen Manon, and Lavanya stood wounded but fearless.“You both weren't thinking we would leave you here, right?” Melonie uttered, “We are stuck together, and even Lucifer can't tear us apart.”“Hi Luci,” Queen Manon called, “We came to collect what you