🥀 ARWAN'S POV 🥀Sometimes all you need is a little love, I stared at Melonie as she happily bounced into the garden with every confidence she's got.“Arwan likes me! He said he likes me! He likes me! He's mine now! Doesn't this mean we are in a relationship now? Who's Lavanya? He's all mine!” she thought, grinning.I chuckled, it was childish and cute, if only she knew I heard her thoughts.She ran towards me, “Arwan,” she called out, with red cheeks.“Hmm,” I responded, smiling back.“You said you liked me yesterday,” she said, “Is it true?”A chortle escaped my lips, “Yes,” I murmured.“Okay… say it,” she pushed.“I love you, Melonie,” I whispered.“Louder, I can't hear you,” she retorted, holding her ears.“I love you Melonie Aeron,” I yelled out.Arlo gawked at us, rolled his eyes and walked away, Lavanya also followed, pouting.“Then kiss me,” Melonie blurted out.I snapped at her, “huh?”“Hurry,” she yelled with a frown.“Okay… look away!” I pleaded, “It's getting embarrassing
🥀 MELONIE'S POV 🥀Everyone gawked at me with a serious face, “Did you have a dream?” Bruno asked.“No,” I lied, “Not really… I just got paranoid.”“It's important you tell us if you do Melonie,” Othello advised, “So we can think ahead.”“I really didn't,” I whispered, “What was that noise about?” I asked, gawking at Arwan.“I looked it up,” Arwan announced, “It was an angel crying for help. This is very rare; I'm privileged to experience it once all my life.”“Who the heck would have done this?” Bruno murmured. "For an angel to cry for help, it's something very serious."“An angel was locked and is desperately crying for help,” Arwan stated, “Angels seem to be connected to you Melonie.”“Why?” I asked curiously.“Because you are pure,” Arlo responded calmly.“If an Angel is crying to me for help, Doesn’t that mean I'm supposed to help?” I reasoned out.“Perhaps,” Othello said shortly.“Then why did it affect you?” I asked, ogling at Arwan. “I saw you fall to the ground and covered y
🥀 MELONIE'S POV 🥀In one instance, I was surrounded by Apex predators, I attempted to attack, to burn them all, including the bastard that called himself my father. Why is it that the fathers always have problems? My proclaimed father stood there, gawking at me with a satisfied face, “You can't fight back now, by the time you will be able to activate on your own… you won't even remember the man you claim to love.”“What are you waiting for? Kill me now. I heard you want me dead,” I roared fearlessly.He shook his head and smiled, “No Melonie, you and the people around you misunderstood. They misled you and made you believe that I wanted you dead. And I shall punish them for misleading my daughter. I only wanted the best for you.”“Don't you dare lay a finger on them,” I growled back.“I won't – you will. You will destroy the place you call home with your own hands.” He declared with a satisfied laugh.My eyes were filled with disgust, “There’s nothing you would do that would make m
🥀 ARWAN'S POV 🥀I woke up to an empty silence. The buildings outside mine were bustling with life, but a hollow echo was in my heart. It was as if a part of me was missing, a piece I couldn't quite grasp.I went about my day, trying to shake off the feeling. I dressed, ate breakfast, and headed out to meet friends. But no matter what I did, the sensation lingered. It was like a gentle hum in the background, a reminder that something was off.I tried to fill the void with distractions. I strolled through the realm, talked to people, and read books. But nothing seemed to fill the gap. It was as if I was searching for a puzzle piece that didn't exist.As the day wore on, the feeling grew stronger. It was like a whisper in my ear, reminding me of what was missing. I couldn't shake the sense that I was incomplete, that a part of me was wandering around, lost and alone.I looked around me, wondering if anyone else felt the same way. Did they too feel like they were missing a piece of them
🥀 ARWAN'S POV 🥀I stood in stunned silence, my mind reeling from what I had just seen. The empty, destroyed surroundings seemed to fade away, leaving only the stark, harsh reality of the calamity that had befallen us.They are all dead, hundreds and thousands of people are dead and burnt, some had no heart, Melonie had dug them out, some faces had been burnt, and I could barely recognise them.Adults and children were murdered in cold blood.My breath was knocked out of me. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, unable to process the enormity of the scene that had just played out.“That was my Melonie – right?" I whispered; my voice barely audible.The words echoed in my mind, refusing to sink in. It was as if I was trapped in a nightmare, unable to wake up from the horror that was unfolding before me.I hit my chest in accumulated pain, as though my heart was threatening to discharge violently.Othello walked closer, pulling my arm to attract my attention, “Arwan you are trembling.”I tr
🥀 OTHELLO'S POV 🥀We walked into our room with a very awkward atmosphere. Bruno had glanced at me coldly earlier when Clara announced that I was gay; is he that irritated? To think that the person I like is irritated that I'm gay, confessing is definitely a no. It would only make things even more awkward, and I'd only get hurt from disappointment and high expectations.Silence descended. We both lay at each edge of the bed, breathing slowly, and I desperately avoided his gaze.I felt ashamed and stupid, “Clara… that witch.Uncomfortable, I stood up abruptly, “I'll use the floor,” I announced, picking myself from the bed.Bruno dragged me back, and I landed on his bare chest, one hand firmly pulled me to himself and the other hand patted my hair to sleep.“I'm struggling to breathe in this position,” I became tongue-tied.He didn't let me go, instead, he pulled me even closer, “Why?” He muttered, “Because you like me so much and your heart is threatening to burst?”Mesmerised, I forc
🥀 CLARA'S POV 🥀I stared at the person beside me. He was frozen in place, not wanting to move or turn around. He just stayed still, his back facing me.“Arlo?” I calmly called out.“Just sleep,” he retorted, “I'd rather not talk.”“Why?” I snapped. “Ever since Melonie turned you down, you have become cold and a shadow to yourself.”“I told you I'd rather not talk,” he mumbled, covering his ears.“Well, I'd rather talk it out,” I responded, dragging his hands from his ears.“So what if you liked her?” I growled, “She doesn't like you back; it takes two for a relationship to work.”“We have been friends for eighteen years.” Arlo snapped back, sitting up. “For eighteen years I have stayed by her side hoping we'd be something more than friends; for eighteen years, I've secretly loved her.”“You were told to watch over her, protect her, and not develop feelings… you can't tell a young girl who to love.” I calmly stated.Arlo roared, “So, you are saying it's my fault? It's my fault she ch
🥀 ARWAN'S POV 🥀I stood alone, facing the accusing eyes of everyone. The weight of their disappointment and anger crushed me, making it hard to breathe. It was as if I had committed an unforgivable sin, and now I was paying the price.Everyone's faces were etched with hurt and betrayal.Clara's eyes, once warm and loving, now seemed cold and distant. Bruno's voice, usually strong and supportive, was laced with anger and disappointment."How could you do this to us?" Bruno asked, his voice trembling with emotion. "We thought we could trust you."I felt a stinging sensation in my eyes as tears began to form. I knew I had let them down, and the weight of that knowledge was suffocating."I'm sorry," I whispered, the words feeling inadequate and insincere. "I never meant to hurt you all."But my apology fell flat. Everyone's anger and hurt were too raw, too fresh. They couldn't forgive me.“You must be fucking kidding me,” Clara murmured.Bruno sent me a flying punch, “You betraying bast
🥀 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