🥀 MELONIE'S POV 🥀I stood frozen, my ears ringing with the crazy words I heard but was trying to unhear.The room around me seemed to fade away, and all that was left was the sound of my own heartbeat, pounding in my chest like a drum.The words themselves seemed to echo through my mind, a cruel and heartless refrain that I couldn't shake. "I buried him." "He's better off dead." "That's what's best for all of us."All the air was knocked out of me. My lungs burned, and my eyes stung with tears that I couldn't hold back.I tried to speak, to ask for clarification or to plead for a different outcome. But my voice was caught in my throat, and all that came out was a strangled sob.I felt like my world had been shattered, like everything I thought I knew had been turned upside down. I was left standing amidst the wreckage, trying to make sense of the ruins.As the reality of the situation began to sink in, I felt a wave of grief wash over me. It was a heavy, crushing weight that consume
🥀 MELONIE'S POV 🥀My heart skipped a beat as I felt a shiver run down my spine. Finally, the person I was warned about had decided to show up, the evil side of me that feeds on nothing but destruction.He was taller than I had expected, with piercing eyes that seemed to bore into my soul. His smile was charming, but it didn't quite reach his eyes, leaving me with a sense of unease.I felt a surge of adrenaline as I stood frozen, unsure of what to do next. Part of me wanted to turn and run, to get as far away from him as possible. But another part of me was curious, wanting to know more about this being who had sparked so much fear and fascination.As I stood there, he began to move towards me, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt a sense of trepidation, unsure of what to expect. Was he going to hurt me, or was he just going to try and charm me?I took a deep breath and stood my ground, trying to appear braver than I felt. As he approached me, I could feel my heart pounding in my ches
🥀 MELONIE'S POV 🥀I woke up in an unfamiliar room. I looked around, trying to remember where I was and how I had gotten there.“Alastor,” I muttered.“Hi twin sister,” Alastor's voice rang out, “You were out for a while, I feared that you were dead.”“And why would I be dead?” I asked coldly, “Do you perhaps want me dead so desperately?”“Never!” Alastor barked, “I would never want anything to happen to you, Melonie. You don't know how long I have waited to meet you or how hard it was for me without you.”“What rubbish is he spewing now,” I thought.Alastor walked towards me, and in a swift movement, his hands were on my face, “My Melonie,” he called softly and sweetly, “Finally. I get to hold you.”“What are you talking about now?” I asked, pushing him away to avoid his weird acts.He dragged me closer to himself, and this time it was firmer and clearer, “You are mine.” He whispered in my ears.“What are you doing?” I fought back, my heart beating rapidly.“You know, I kept asking
🥀 ARWAN'S POV 🥀We all gathered in the hall, gawking into space, “Aren't we going to find her?” Clara asked.“I was told not to, she's safe there… Alastor won't hurt her,” I responded calmly.“How can you be so sure?” Lavanya asked with raised eyebrows.“I'm not sure,” I retorted, “I'm hoping he won't lay a finger on her or I'll truly kill that bastard.”“What if she decides to be with him?” Alpha Vargus reasoned out, “I mean you practically killed her son a day ago.”“She won't,” Bruno announced, “I know Melonie won't betray us for any reason.”“Bruno, what do you know about Ashera?” I asked, facing Bruno, “We were told to find Ashera before Alastor lay his hands on it.”“It's an extremely powerful ancient sword, named after the first Ancient Lycanthropic dragon to become a dragon, a god. It was said that anyone who wields the swords would possess powers he shouldn't have and control what he shouldn't be able to control,” Bruno announced.“I know that little about it,” I responded
🥀 MELONIE'S POV 🥀It's different when someone thinks you belong to him, rather than loving you enough to protect you from leaving.In Alastor's case, I can't tell if he's just a lunatic obsessed with me or if he simply believes that I'm his, but doubtlessly, I was aware he did love me. It wasn't a brotherly love, he loved me like I was his, his property… his mate.He walked into the room with a smile on his face, “Melonie,” he called and I looked up to meet his gaze, “There's a place I need to be.”I nodded in understanding, “Okay Alastor, be good and be back quickly. Do you need me to go with you?”“No,” he responded, “It's safer for you to remain here, I don't want you to get hurt. Don't run away from me Melonie… please.”“You need to trust me Alastor,” I whispered calmly.“I do trust you,” he responded, “I am just scared, I'm scared of you leaving me… I don't know how I survived all this while without you, but I'm not willing to go through that again.”“Put your mind at rest,” I
🥀 MELONIE'S POV 🥀I sat on the edge of my bed; my hands clenched into fists as I waited for the news. My mind was racing with tons of things that could go wrong, and my heart was pounding in my chest like a drum.I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had been building up inside me for a while. The outcome of this moment would determine the course of the future.Who found Ashera? Arwan or Alastor? The thought sent a wave of anxiety crashing over me, making my skin crawl and my breath catches in my throat.As I waited, my mind replayed every possible scenario, each one more disastrous than the last.My emotions were a mix of fear and worry, making it hard to think straight.The room around me seemed to fade away, leaving only the sound of my own ragged breathing.And then, suddenly, the silence was broken, Arwan appeared in my room with the help of a portal.“What are you doing here?” I voiced in fear, gasping. “If Alastor finds you here, you will be smoked and chopped into cubes
🥀 ARWAN'S POV 🥀There was chaos of fear in the building. I watched as everyone dragged their feet on the ground worriedly, too scared to sit, breathe, or even blink.It felt like trouble was coming and it was coming really fast.“Alastor has Ashera,” Lavanya stated, “Doesn't that mean the end for us?”Clara jingled her head, “We are not dead yet, so there's still hope.”“When would we not be dead?” Othello cried out. “If he has Ashera, then he's definitely going to come for us.”“We shouldn't have gotten there so late,” Clara blurted out.“Who's fault, is it?” Lavanya attacked, “If only you hadn't gone for water.”“Didn't you go with me?” Clara stood in defence.Lavanya pouted, “I went because you went, so it's your fault.”My heart was racing like a jackhammer, pounding against my ribcage with a ferocity that left me breathless. Fear had taken hold of me, its icy grip wrapping around my throat like a vice.Every thought, every emotion, was consumed by the terror that had taken up r
🥀 MELONIE'S POV 🥀The Loud sound of things shattering got me on edge, I was unable to sleep because I was worried about who Ashera was with.But Alastor, rather than being worried, I'd say he's angry and disappointed about the turn of events.I went towards his room, I stood frozen in the hallway, my heart pounding in my chest as I gazed at the door in front of me. It was just a simple door, made of plain wood and adorned with a plain metal doorknob. But to me, it seemed like a portal to a nightmare world, a gateway to unspeakable terrors.I had been putting off entering his room for what felt like an eternity. I had been trying to work up the courage to push open the door and step inside, but my fear had been holding me back.I took a deep breath and tried to shake off the fear that was gripping me. I told myself that I was being ridiculous and that there was nothing to be afraid of. But the fear lingered, refusing to be extinguished.I slowly reached out and grasped the doorknob,
🥀 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