"You do know what your scent makes me feel?" Stefanos whispered, the words lingering too close to Xenia's ears. "W-what?" For the first time she felt intimidated by the wolf hovering over her. "It does things to me." ----------- Alpha Stefanos was driven away by his own family. Now he lives in a dark tower by himself, (his only friend a dragon.)To keep him company, he grows flowers in his garden. One day a young omega shows up and steals some of the flowers. Enraged, Stefanos swears to punish whoever the thief is. His anger diminishes when he learns more about the Omega and who she really is. Her presence suddenly causes Stefanos ice cold heart to melt. But why is she there and what does she want? But what if his fate rest on his ability to make a special flower bloom, Will he be able to do it? Can he bloom a flower that can't be bloomed, in a dream that can't come true? ----- Inspired from an old Italian tale.
View MoreHave you ever wondered, what could be the difference between something that sounded just the same as another, only that they weren't same at all, and instead were complete opposites? Did it ever occur to you that sometimes, we often used them together, calling them to be the same and not knowing its true definition or even if we did, we didn't really care. We didn't really care what it meant unless something tragic happened to us, and we are forced to look into its deeper meaning. One such thing, was this. The definition of loving yourself. To many, it sounds like a narcissistic thing to do, thinking too high of oneself or feeling like they are better than everyone else in all aspects. Yes, that is what many think loving yourself means. But that, my dear readers, is where we confuse ourselves. Loving yourself is not narcissistic, it's...embracing yourself. Because not every single person out there believes they are better than others, that they are higher in status, prettier, or a
~I'm cryingThat’s disappearedThat’s fallenLeft alone in this sandcastleLooking at this broken mask And I still want youBut I still want you~ - (BTS) The Truth Untold ------ -------- ------- -------- ------ A cold silence fell over the room as the seven young man took in every words just uttered by one of them. No words escaped their lips, no thought spoken out loud, for not only were their minds clouded at that moment, but their hearts began shattering as well. They did not know these people, never even met them and here they were, mourning at the loss the masked man had to go through, grieving alongside him and the one that told Niccolo the story. To them this was a story that was life changing, and it wasn't an exaggeration, it was a fact, and they were the proof. For now, they felt like they were seeing the world a little differently. "It was after their return from Elixie." Niccolo slowly started again, wiping his glasses with a handkerchief absentminded
~I started to become greedyI wanted to live with you, grow old with youHold your wrinkled handsAnd say how warm my life was~ -(Ailee) I Will Go To You Like The First Snow --------- --------- ----------- ------- -------- "Dear Stefanos, If you are reading this, then I guess you already know what has happened. That I'm gone. But we made a promise, didn't we? To share our final secret with each other? So I'm writing this to you, wishing and hoping that you find it like I hope you will. This is the first time I'm actually writing a letter to someone, and it will probably be the last. It feels odd how I had never really used my ability to write once childhood had left me. And now here I am. You see, when I was but seven years old, a healer had told my father I was ill, and that I would die young. Terrified, he decided to look for a cure amongst plants and herbs. Up until then, our lives had been nothing but merry, just what a seven year old child could wish for. My f
~Maybe back thenA littleJust this muchIf I had the courage to stand before youWould everything be different now~ - (BTS) The Truth Untold --------- ---------- --------- --------- ---------- Stefanos: I still want you… Even after the news of Xenia’s death, even after Draco broke down in front of me, even after I found myself blacking out in the middle of the market place I was still stuck with one thought for the last five days. Xenia was no more. My omega, the first person who made me open up, my mate…the precious part of my soul was no more. How is it that just two months ago you see the person you love the most near you, happy, alive and breathing only to realise the next moment that you were too late. Too late to ever see them again. I had never felt this level of despair, had never felt like life was this empty. Nothing had ever compared to this, to losing my love. I couldn’t imagine a worse pain than this. It literally felt like my heart was bein
~When it comes 2UThere's no crimeLet's take both of our soulsAnd intertwineWhen it comes 2UDon't be blindWatch me speak from my heartWhen it comes 2UComes 2U~ - (Justin Bieber) 2U ------ -------- --------- ------- ------- ----- Three days remained until the Flower Festival was to take place. Three days until the village of Vesilios had a chance to finally see the Smeraldo flower in its true form and not just a tale told from books. Three days until the villagers had a chance to actually buy it for the offering. But the one to sell them was nowhere to be seen. Stefanos stared out of his bedroom window, down at the garden with a firm look, as if he could not understand where his math calculation had gone wrong. Although he was high up, Stefanos could easily spot the vibrant colours of the Smeraldo's as they bloomed for a new day. He had been so excited to tell Xenia all about it. His adventures in trying to obtain the seeds from the Elk Forest, how it took him
~Bloomed in a garden of lonelinessA flower that resembles youI wanted to give it to youAfter I take off this foolish mask~ - (BTS) The Truth Untold ---------- ------------ ---------- ------------ ----- Stefanos: The seeds were in a soft mixture in shades of pink, purple and blue. They were beautiful, even as a seed they were glowing like Safire’s and Jade’s. How come something like this so magical and ethereal exist and I had no idea about them? Just watching those sitting on my bedroom table on a jar still had me questioning how I managed to have these. Was this really the famous Smeraldo flower seeds like everyone is talking about? Flower seeds were more precious than anything to me and knowing that I had these seeds in my possession really flattered me. Usually I had a manual on how to grow different plants but this time I was left with no choice but myself, I’ve searched around everywhere for any book containing the basics of growing this flower but ther
~I'm shaking and afraid but I keep going forwardI'm meeting the real you, hidden in the stormWhy did I want to hide my precious self like this?What was I so afraid of?Why did I hide my true self?~ -(BTS) Epiphany ------ ------- -------- ------- ------- ------ "Sire, let me come with you." "No Wraya, I have this under control." "Those men said there are dangerous creatures in there, you need me." "Those men like telling tales to get into people's head, and judging by your reaction, I believe they succeeded." "Even then, let me come with you." "You will draw too much attention Wraya." "Sire-" "What is going on?" Came a different voice than that of the said dragon’s master, making Stefanos and Wraya almost jump out of their skins. "Merciful Luna! Do that again and I will ban you from getting inside my tower!" Stefanos shrieked at Draco, clutching his heart in the process while the blond only watched with a frown. "You can't ban me, you need me." "Why does everyo
~The only thing I can doIn the gardenIn this worldIs to bloom a pretty flower that resembles youAnd to breathe as the me that you knowBut I still want youI still want you~ -(BTS) The Truth Untold ---------- ----------- ----------- ----------- --------- Stefanos: I needed seeds. Yes, seeds. The first and only thing that I remembered as soon as I woke up the next morning. All my plants were dying and Xenia needed more money and if this is the only way to help her, I should do my best. “Wraya!” In no time the dragon was flying over to my room, tensed on why I was summoning him at this early hours of the day. “Yes sire, you called?” Landing swiftly on the ground he stood with his hinge legs folded on the front. “We need to go buy more seeds, Xenia is in desperate need for money and I need to help her.” I dragged myself from the bed and walked back and forth, my eyebrows furrowed in deep thought on what seeds will be more beneficial. “But sire…haven’t you
~Loving youIs such a painful thingFeelings that can’t be emptiedIs such a sad thingMy dear, don’t forgetMy unstoppable love~ - (Davichi) Forgetting You, Moon Lovers Scarlett Heart Ryeo Stefanos stared at himself in the mirror, for the first time over a decade, he had unveiled the long mirror in his room as he stared at his reflection, his lips pressed into a thin line. While he remained calm on the outside, his insides seemed like they would explode from the pressure he was building inside him, his hand turning red from how tight he had fisted them. Meanwhile, Wraya leaned his large head against the window with a bored expression, his eyelids hooded in real boredom. "Sire, what are you doing?" "Staring at myself in the mirror Wraya." "I can see that, but why?" This had Stefanos’s attention, as he glanced at the reflection of Wraya, loosening a little bit of pressure. "What do you mean why? Aren't you happy? Surprised? Your master is looking at himself in the
The hollow dark grey sky hovered over the lonely tower. The pitter-patter of rain echoed throughout the desolate and dark walls. Yet, the sky and its friends weren't the only ones who were gloomy. Inside the gloomy dark tower sat a man, his body perched over the window still. Hollow eyes staring only God knows where any passer-by would only think that he was probably dead with the way his eyes stared off into space, no emotion, no reaction, eyes completely passionless. The face of the man was covered with what was supposed to be a black ceramic mask. Only those restrained dark eyes were seen. The downpour slowly coming to a stop, as a cloud of mist formed with the cold that the rain bought, causing chilly yet calming weather to take over. However, nothing fazed the man who was still sitting at his usual state, the cold weather not causing any indifference although he was just in a light cotton cape, and a pair of soft trousers. After what felt like an eternity, the man finally mov
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