🥀 MELONIE'S POV 🥀I couldn't believe I was fighting my own mother, but she didn't hesitate either.She had a smirk on her face that said, “Bring it on.”Her attacks and defences made me realise she was indeed ready to kill me.“Are you really my mother?” I couldn't help but ask in the middle of the fight.She smiled, “Unfortunately, yes. I'm the thing that gave birth to you.”I bit my lower lips as I fought back the tears that were threatening to leak.She took that as an opportunity to strike and sliced my right arm open with her claws.“Arrgg,” I winced in pain, “Mother, why? I thought about a thousand ways meeting you would be… but I never thought about a fight.”“Well, I did,” she retorted, “I couldn't get my mind off meeting you and killing you.”I looked at Alastor. The pain in my arm affected him and got his attention. “Melonie, you are hurt,” he yelled.“You mean We,” I whispered, biting my lip.Warrick also took that as an advantage and struck Alastor hard in the gut.I yel
🥀 MELONIE'S POV 🥀I dragged myself up from the bed, I looked outside and realised it was already very dark.Alastor must have slept off by now, I waited and gave him enough time to fall asleep so I could fulfil my Terrible mission.“I'm going to kill him,” I whispered, holding my breath, “It's the right thing to do.”I walked out of my room, twisted the doorknob to Alastor's room and carefully tiptoed into his room.He was sleeping beautifully, and I tiptoed to his bedside.I glanced at the sword where he kept it, and I slowly picked it up.I pointed the sword towards his chest, supporting one arm with the other.I stood there with my eyes fixed on Alastor. The weight of the moment was crushing me, making it hard to breathe. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of emotions, unable to escape the pain that was gripping my heart.As I looked at him, I felt a lump forming in my throat. My eyes began to sting, and before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face. I was crying bitterly,
🥀 MELONIE'S POV 🥀It was a quiet, gloomy morning. It was like we were mourning something we had yet to lose.Arwan stood in front, “I'm sure every one of us is aware of the gravity of this fight. We may lose someone we love, but I really hope we don't lose anyone precious to us… again.”I glanced around: Bruno held Othello's hand tightly, Clara held Arlo's, Dracula stared at Lavanya, Alpha Vargus stared into the void, and Arwan stared at me.“All our lives, we have always been fighting. At some point, I wished for peace, but we never got what we wished for. Once this fight is over, everything should be back to the way it used to be, and I hope every one of us will be here to experience that peace that we have all wanted,” Arwan announced. “I can see the fear no matter how hard you all are trying to hide it, I understand… we are fighting something very powerful, but we are stronger together.”“We are ready to stand and fight Arwan,” Bruno declared.“I'm not ready,” Clara whispered, “
🥀 MELONIE'S POV 🥀I looked down at my hand in horror as I saw the bright red blood oozing out of the cut. It was a deep gash, one that seemed to stretch across my palm like a jagged smile.I looked at Arwan; there was a sorry expression on his face, but he was still determined to drag Alastor out.He raised his sword again and aimed it at me, but this time Alastor stopped the attack.“I knew you'd come,” Arwan growled.Alastor looked at me and pushed me behind him in an attempt to protect me, and I slowly bit my lips in sadness.“I told you never to lay your hands on her,” Alastor snarled and launched towards Arwan.“Arwan, no, you can't fight him!” I screamed.I stood frozen in horror, my eyes fixed on the unimaginable scene unfolding before me. Arwan, Bruno, Alpha Vargus, Lavanya, Clara, Arlo, Dracula, and Othello are all being cut down by the relentless onslaught of the enemy.No matter how hard they fought, the demons weren't dying but multiplying.The sounds of war filled the a
🥀 MELONIE’S POV 🥀Beaten, battered, wounded, half dead, that was the condition of everyone fighting the demons that refused to die or reduce, the harder they fought, the more complicated things got.Alastor froze in one spot as Arwan snatched Ashera from him, and I stood there, devastated.Everywhere went dark, and the loud sound of thunder pierced the realm.The moon cast its silvery glow over the realm, and Arwan stood at the centre of it all.As the dark clouds gathered, a faint whisper of wind began to stir around him. The air was alive with electricity, and the wind howled with a voice that was both fierce and beautiful. It whipped his hair into a frenzy; his clothes were torn and buffeted, threatening to rip from his body at any moment.Suddenly, a brilliant flash of lightning illuminated the sky, the sound that followed was like nothing else in nature, another deafening, earth-shaking crash of thunder that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth.Arwan’s body began
🥀 MELONIE'S POV 🥀We sat in the hall, surrounded by the familiar comforts of home, but the atmosphere was heavy with sadness. Every single member of the family was struggling to come to terms with whatever damn scene was going on.Bruno's eyes cast downward, his shoulders slumped in defeat. Othello sat beside him, his eyes red from crying. He had been struggling to accept that Arwan was now a dragon, a god.Arlo and Clara sat on the floor, their faces sombre. Our usual warmth and laughter were replaced with an uncomfortable silence. No one knew how to lift the gloom that had settled over us. We all felt lost and alone, each struggling to cope with our sorrows.As the evening wore on, the sadness seemed to deepen, filling every corner of the room.I was a shadow of myself, even my shadow was hopeless. For a fact, I was far more dead than the Arwan in question. My eyes, red and puffy from the emotional release, felt heavy and tired.The sobs that had wracked my body had finally sub
🥀 OTHELLO’S POV 🥀I was restless. Ever since Arwan became a god, I realized things could change at any moment. Anyone could just fall and die, and nobody knew when.The whole fight taught me, that anything can happen anytime, especially when you least expected it. Tragedy doesn’t knock.How I wish I could hide everyone I love in an underground somewhere until all these tragedies pass away. But sometimes, there’s nowhere to hide in this spaceless world.Just like when we lost everyone in our realm, Mrs. Hunter died, when Queen Manon died… I can’t just shake off the feeling that I might be next or maybe even worse, my lover. If Bruno dies, I’m automatically dead.I inhaled anxiously.“Othello,” Bruno called from the entrance of the door, “I’ve been watching you for hours, what are you thinking of?”“Oh it’s – it’s nothing,” I stammered.“I feel the same way too, I can’t help but think of negative things,” he blurted out truthfully, “But everything is going to be fine.”“Bruno, why are
🥀 MELONIE’S POV 🥀 For hours, I was sitting behind the door, it was like there was an invincible force pulling me down. I was just not in the mood for anything.It was day two since what happened to Arwan and it was still so fresh, I should have been angry and filled with energy for revenge but I was weak and lonely, extremely tired of fighting.Soon I began to hear voices but I was determined to not leave the room or fight.It started as a warning that something was happening, and soon it increased.Rather than going out to check, I covered my ears to reduce the noise.I heard Othello screaming and desperately calling Bruno’s name, I heard Lavanya weeping while screaming Dracula’s name, I heard Alpha Vargus’s yells and finally, I heard Clara weeping.“I’m tired of fighting,” I murmured cuddling myself tightly.I heard a loud bang on my door, “Melonie…” Clara screamed, “You have to help us, Alastor is here for Ashera.”I jingled my head, “No, I won’t fight anymore,” I whispered to m
🥀 MELONIE'S POV 🥀I woke up with a cold pain spreading across every part of my body, I remember the angel telling me I might die from the pain if it was too much to bear, and yes, I agree that I almost died, I don't get why I'm still alive.My spirit is just so stubborn and it wouldn't be dismissed.I looked down at my tummy and noticed a scar, it was the exact spot where I stabbed Alastor, he died and I got a scar from the effect of the pain.I looked around; I wasn't where I collapsed.“How did I get here?” I whispered.“I brought you back,” Bruno's voice sounded behind me.“Come, everyone is waiting for you.”“What about Alastor's body?” I murmured.Bruno walked closer, “I'm sorry Melonie, I couldn't even find his toenail, he disappeared into thin air like he never existed.”“And ASHERA?” I stated.“I hid it somewhere safe,” he responded. “I'm sorry Melonie, you had to kill your own twin brother to save us all; I know it was hard for you.”“Try not to remind me, I'm trying to for
🥀 CLARA'S POV 🥀What a lonely morning after being surrounded by couples all night.Bruno and Othello, Dracula and Lavanya, both couples heartlessly doing rubbish.My eyes hurt from rolling them all night as soon as I see them flirt and my lips hurt from pouting as soon as I see them kiss.I was standing alone in between two couples and it was so frustrating.I got up from bed, not like I got any sleep.As I sat in the quiet stillness of the morning, my mind began to wander to Arlo. Memories of our time together flooded my thoughts, and I couldn't help but smile.I remembered the way he used to make me laugh, the way his eyes would sparkle with mischief when he was teasing me. I remembered the way he would hold my hand, his fingers intertwined with mine in a gentle, loving grasp.As I sat there, lost in thought, I could almost feel his presence around me. I could smell him, and hear the sound of his voice whispering in my ear. It was as if he was right here with me, and my heart swel
🥀 LAVANYA'S POV 🥀The sky above was a brilliant blue, not a cloud in sight. The sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow over the landscape. A gentle breeze rustled through the trees, carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers.The air was crisp and clean, with a hint of freshness that invigorated the senses. The temperature was just right, neither too hot nor too cold, making it perfect for outdoor activities.As I stepped outside, I felt a sense of joy and upliftment wash over me. The clear sky and good weather seemed to lift my spirits, filling me with a sense of possibility and promise.The world seemed to come alive on days like this, with every colour appearing more vibrant, every sound clearer, and every sensation more intense. It was as if the good weather had awakened a sense of wonder and magic in the world.I took a deep breath, feeling the fresh air fill my lungs, and gazed up at the clear blue sky. It was a moment of pure happiness, a moment to savour and enjoy. And I
🥀 MELONIE'S POV 🥀With a bright light that almost left us blind, Our Alpha Vargus disappeared, alongside Angel Gabriel.Leaving us, broken and lonely.Honestly, I wanted to close my eyes and never wake up, because just when we were almost at the end, things became unbearable.We lost a lot of people on this journey, and I feel like I'm the one to blame.If only I hadn't walked into this world, or maybe if I wasn't too stubborn and had not gone in search of my father if only I hadn't resurrected Arwan or if I hadn't gotten attached to Alastor and killed him when I had the chance rather than praying for a change, things wouldn't have graduated into this.We were mourning too many people, because of me.I walked closer to Clara who crumbled underneath a table weeping.“Clara,” I called softly.“Get away from me,” she retorted, breathing heavily.She hasn't tasted food or water for a while, and I was starting to think she might probably die before Arlo returns.“Arlo would be here soon,
🥀 ALPHA VARGUS’S POV 🥀I doubted my decision, thinking about it, I don’t really want to die, but neither do I want to live my life watching someone I love suffer.“I’ll give my life,” I declared, “Bring Arlo back to life.”The angel chuckled softly, “You don’t really want to die Vargus… look at you, your eyes sparkle with life.”“Just do it,” I retorted.“You cannot be serious Vargus,” Clara snapped, “Who asked you to give your life for his? I might want Arlo alive but I don’t want you dead.”“Are you sure about that?” I asked sadly, “Clara, are you sure you mind me dying for Arlo to come back to life? I never existed to you.”“But that doesn't mean I want you dead,” she cried out, slamming her eyes shut as tears poured, “I might have been too occupied with Arlo finally being with me but that doesn't mean I don't notice that you are around Vargus.”“You have 10 seconds to change your mind, if not the process would begin.” Angel Gabriel declared.I looked back at him with tears-fille
🥀 MELONIE’S POV 🥀 For hours, I was sitting behind the door, it was like there was an invincible force pulling me down. I was just not in the mood for anything.It was day two since what happened to Arwan and it was still so fresh, I should have been angry and filled with energy for revenge but I was weak and lonely, extremely tired of fighting.Soon I began to hear voices but I was determined to not leave the room or fight.It started as a warning that something was happening, and soon it increased.Rather than going out to check, I covered my ears to reduce the noise.I heard Othello screaming and desperately calling Bruno’s name, I heard Lavanya weeping while screaming Dracula’s name, I heard Alpha Vargus’s yells and finally, I heard Clara weeping.“I’m tired of fighting,” I murmured cuddling myself tightly.I heard a loud bang on my door, “Melonie…” Clara screamed, “You have to help us, Alastor is here for Ashera.”I jingled my head, “No, I won’t fight anymore,” I whispered to m
🥀 OTHELLO’S POV 🥀I was restless. Ever since Arwan became a god, I realized things could change at any moment. Anyone could just fall and die, and nobody knew when.The whole fight taught me, that anything can happen anytime, especially when you least expected it. Tragedy doesn’t knock.How I wish I could hide everyone I love in an underground somewhere until all these tragedies pass away. But sometimes, there’s nowhere to hide in this spaceless world.Just like when we lost everyone in our realm, Mrs. Hunter died, when Queen Manon died… I can’t just shake off the feeling that I might be next or maybe even worse, my lover. If Bruno dies, I’m automatically dead.I inhaled anxiously.“Othello,” Bruno called from the entrance of the door, “I’ve been watching you for hours, what are you thinking of?”“Oh it’s – it’s nothing,” I stammered.“I feel the same way too, I can’t help but think of negative things,” he blurted out truthfully, “But everything is going to be fine.”“Bruno, why are
🥀 MELONIE'S POV 🥀We sat in the hall, surrounded by the familiar comforts of home, but the atmosphere was heavy with sadness. Every single member of the family was struggling to come to terms with whatever damn scene was going on.Bruno's eyes cast downward, his shoulders slumped in defeat. Othello sat beside him, his eyes red from crying. He had been struggling to accept that Arwan was now a dragon, a god.Arlo and Clara sat on the floor, their faces sombre. Our usual warmth and laughter were replaced with an uncomfortable silence. No one knew how to lift the gloom that had settled over us. We all felt lost and alone, each struggling to cope with our sorrows.As the evening wore on, the sadness seemed to deepen, filling every corner of the room.I was a shadow of myself, even my shadow was hopeless. For a fact, I was far more dead than the Arwan in question. My eyes, red and puffy from the emotional release, felt heavy and tired.The sobs that had wracked my body had finally sub
🥀 MELONIE’S POV 🥀Beaten, battered, wounded, half dead, that was the condition of everyone fighting the demons that refused to die or reduce, the harder they fought, the more complicated things got.Alastor froze in one spot as Arwan snatched Ashera from him, and I stood there, devastated.Everywhere went dark, and the loud sound of thunder pierced the realm.The moon cast its silvery glow over the realm, and Arwan stood at the centre of it all.As the dark clouds gathered, a faint whisper of wind began to stir around him. The air was alive with electricity, and the wind howled with a voice that was both fierce and beautiful. It whipped his hair into a frenzy; his clothes were torn and buffeted, threatening to rip from his body at any moment.Suddenly, a brilliant flash of lightning illuminated the sky, the sound that followed was like nothing else in nature, another deafening, earth-shaking crash of thunder that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth.Arwan’s body began