Elysia-I always wondered why the Moon Goddess sent me at this time instead of before Dad’s death. If she had, I could have saved both my child and my father. But now, I think she had her own plan. Dad... Who is my Dad? He was definitely not a werewolf. My breath caught in my chest, struggling to escape. The toxic smoke coiled around me, making it impossible to breathe. My eyelids fluttered open, but there was nothing—no familiar faces, not even my father. A headache throbbed at my temples, dull but persistent. My skin burned where it had scraped against something, the pain stinging as I reached down to touch it. "I don’t think so!" Dad’s voice pierced through the haze, sharp and unmistakable. My focus snapped to my surroundings. I was in Grandma Aurora’s cottage. The soft flicker of morning light filtered through the windows, bathing the room in warmth. Did I sleep through the entire night? "She saw me in my original form," Dad’s panicked voice shattered the calm. "She’ll
The deeper I followed my father into the labyrinthine halls of this ethereal manor, the more the world I once knew crumbled into mere fragments of memory. This was no place of the twenty-first century—no, it was a realm lost in time, where the past and the mystical wove together like threads in an eternal tapestry. Towering marble columns lined the corridors, each carved with ancient glyphs that shimmered faintly under the golden glow of enchanted sconces. The very air carried a strange resonance, as if it pulsed with a heartbeat of its own. My breath hitched when my gaze fell upon the grand garden sprawled beyond an arched glass doorway. It wasn’t simply beautiful—it was transcendent. I had read of such places in the fairytales my mother once whispered to me at night, but no words could capture the sheer majesty of what lay before me. Flowers that gleamed like crystalline gems swayed in a slow, rhythmic dance, their iridescent petals catching the cascading sunlight as though wo
The air hung thick with tension the moment my words settled in. Dad's expression shifted, his feature darkening with intensity that it sent a chill down my spine. His sharp eyes, piercing and unyielding, locked onto mine, searching, dissecting- seeking the slightest trace of lie. His well-composed feature stirred into the chair before a measured breathe escaped from him. His eerily calm eyes shifted to the cup before him. " Cupcake!" His voice carried a gravity of coldness that I barely witnessed before, yet there was the trace of warmth like usual. " Are you jesting?" He asked at last, though there was no trace of humor in his tone. His eyes were gleaming dangerously and unreadable. " I am not!" My voice was steady and unhinged. I didn't waver when I locked my eyes onto him as I sat properly, " Dad! Believe or not -!" I drew a sharp breath, my chest rose, " I have died once before, So have you." A charged silence fell upon us, sending a chill as a reminder of something unfold
Dad’s words struck like a thunderclap, sending a jolt through my body. My breath hitched as disbelief took hold. "How did you know?" I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper as I tilted my head, searching his expression for answers. His gaze darkened, the warmth in his eyes fading into something unreadable. His jaw tightened, tension carved into the sharp line of his features. Then, without a word, he reached out, his thumb brushing gently against my cheek, wiping away a trace of moisture I hadn’t realized was there. "You’re still just a child." His voice was soft, almost fond, yet distant, as if weighed down by something unseen. "Dad!" I protested, a frustrated grunt escaping me. "I’m not lying—" "You aren’t." His response was immediate, steady. "I trust you." I blinked, caught off guard by the certainty in his tone. But before I could say another word, he sat back down, his expression grim, unreadable. "Dad believes you," he repeated, then shifted his gaze toward Gr
Hades, The blood took its lazy time to drip off my fingers, thick and sluggish, as if reluctant to part from my skin. The scent of iron, sharp and overpowering, filled the air, mingling with the damp stench of the dungeon. A normal person would have gagged, their stomach twisting in protest at the carnage, but for me, the sensation was intoxicating. A slow grin spread across my lips as I stared down at the pathetic excuse of a man before me. His body trembled, weak and broken, yet his lips remained stubbornly sealed. Fool. I admired his resilience—briefly. Soon, he would learn that in my presence, silence was a luxury he could not afford. "You are a stubborn one," I mused, dragging a bloodstained chair across the stone floor. The sound screeched through the darkness, sending an involuntary shiver through his battered frame. The sight was almost amusing. "I like it." I dropped into the chair, crossing one leg over the other, my crimson eyes gleaming like a predator savoring
She stumbled onto her bed as my steps grew faster toward her. There was something about her—her scent, her eyes, and her… hot features. My desire to touch her smooth legs, bite her lips, and strangle her until she cried felt so strong. My eyes glowed in this dimly lit room, Knox perfectly in sync with my thoughts of claiming her right away. I felt struck—I felt lost in her beautiful eyes. She looked taken aback. She was scared. That look satisfied me. They said she was deadly. I loved when strong people showed vulnerability in front of me. My hand almost reached her face, the scent growing thicker and more aphrodisiac. My body nearly reacted strangely to her scent until— “Hades?” Her cold, honey-dripping voice cut through my daze, my nearly lost mind. Knox purred louder when she called my name. This was the first time someone had called my first name. Even my family didn’t dare. “It’s been a while.” I composed myself. Her voice felt like a sweet hangover soup, slapping me
Elysia -The tension in the room thickened like storm clouds before a downpour. Hades stood before me, broad and commanding, his crimson eyes burning with something possessive, something dangerous. But what he said next made my breath hitch—only for a moment before I masked it behind indifference. A slow smirk curled on my lips, though my chest tightened with something sharp and bitter. Fate is cruel. I folded my arms, tilting my head. "You want me to help you find her just so you can reject her?" Hades’s gaze didn’t waver. "Yes." The words hit harder than I expected, but I refused to let it show. Instead, I let out a soft chuckle, shaking my head. "You’re serious?" "Completely." I took a step forward, deliberately slow, watching him, studying him. His body tensed subtly, his wolf on alert. He doesn’t even realize, does he? "You don’t even know who she is," I murmured, my voice dipping into something amused, taunting. "And yet, you’ve already decided to throw her away?"
Gamma Celeriac, "Master! Xavier is here!" Aurora, my lifelong companion and one of the most trusted individuals by my side, entered the room with her usual grace. Behind her, a man followed—his aura alone enough to shift the air in the chamber. Xavier Hunter. My right hand. His imposing figure moved with calculated precision, his dark eyes sharp and unreadable. He carried an air of authority, his features impassive as always. The faintest hint of tension clung to his posture, but only someone who knew him well—like me—would notice it. "Master," he greeted, his voice a steady, controlled monotone. "It’s been a while." I stood before the massive window, my gaze fixed on the view outside. The world appeared serene, bathed in soft, golden hues, yet the peace was nothing more than an illusion. Beneath that calm surface, we all knew the truth—this world had long since become a twisted version of what it was meant to be. A mockery of balance. "Sit down, Xavier," I instructed, no
My body felt light, like feathers drifting in a slow, timeless dance. I found myself standing barefoot on the soft, cool sand, the wind weaving its invisible fingers through my hair, lifting the strands like whispers. The air carried a faint scent of something sweet — like a meadow far away — and each breath I took was like tasting serenity itself. Everything around me felt still. Frozen in an endless, perfect moment.My heart was... calm. Quiet. Almost unnaturally so. I couldn’t feel pain. I couldn’t feel longing. I couldn’t miss anything or wish for anything. It was just me. Me and this strange, unbroken peace, weaving around my very soul like a lullaby.There were no memories pressing on my chest. No noises tearing through my thoughts. Just pure calmness.And then, through the gentle hum of silence, came a voice — soft, familiar, and warm like a blanket on a cold night."Elysia," it called.I turned without thinking. And there she was.She stood just beside me, her presen
"My father said…" The leader of the Wizards stood tall, his pale face tilted upward with arrogance, as though the world itself were beneath his feet. His voice echoed with a tone that sliced through the tension in the air, sharp and unsettling. "Witches are the hunters of Wolves and Vampires. The most thrilling moment of a wizard’s life is to make a stew from their blood… and drink them." He chuckled, a slow, rotten sound that sent a ripple of discomfort across our group. His sunken eyes scanned us, predatory and gleaming with amusement. "But those who dare to be arrogant," he paused, dragging each word like a blade across flesh, "should be bestowed with cruel, harsh deaths. Including…" He stepped forward, and that’s when we noticed the limp. A wooden cane revealed itself from beneath his flowing black robes, the intricate carvings glowing faintly with runes older than memory. Before I could react, Hades wrapped an arm around my waist and launched us backward with a powerful jump.
I was stunned when he said it.His voice had been quiet, almost hesitant, but the weight of his words struck me like a storm breaking over calm waters.He knew. He knew about my second chance at life.That impossible secret I had buried deep inside me, locked beneath layers of silence and fear—he had just spoken it aloud like it was nothing. Like it was normal. Like it didn’t change everything.I wanted to ask how. I wanted to understand. But I couldn’t focus on him anymore.Because the Dark Stone was pulsing in my hand.A deep, thrumming beat—slow and relentless. It wasn’t just a stone. It felt alive. And with every passing second, it dug deeper, pressing its will into my skin, into my blood, until I could feel it crawling through my veins like smoke made of shadow.It whispered to me."Power. Corruption. Madness."The words slithered through my thoughts like snakes, coiling tightly around the parts of me I didn’t want to acknowledge—the anger, the grief, the desperation. It knew who
Elysia,The moment the figure stepped into the moonless clearing, I knew we weren’t alone. Something ancient stirred in the shadows—its hunger palpable, its gaze unseen but heavy on my skin.I tightened my hold on Hades, but my eyes remained ahead, locked on the figure cloaked in midnight. Around us, the darkness pulsed with unnatural rhythm, and one by one, more emerged—cloaked beings, their hands already crackling with magic.Wizards. No... sorcerers. Old ones.They formed a circle, trapping us in a ring of glowing runes etched into the ground. Their faces were hidden beneath deep hoods, but I could feel their magic thrumming like a war drum—primordial, malicious.The sky was darker than we remembered.. The lightning was displaying like a hired actor in the distance. Hades bared his fangs, his eyes glowing crimson with fury as his wings spread wide behind him. The air turned colder with every breath he took, shadows rippling outward from his feet.“We’re surrounded,” I muttered, st
I thought the night would be spent without incident, peacefully, as it always should. Elysia was in my arms, warm and relaxed, her body pressed against mine. We slept in that timeless, serene way, until the sound came—unnatural, strange, slicing through the quiet like a scream from the past. My eyes snapped open, heart racing. It wasn't the usual sounds of the night. Not the wind rustling through the trees or the distant hoot of an owl. This was different—something far more sinister. It caught my attention immediately, and as I tried to focus on the source, I heard voices outside, growing louder, laced with panic. Elysia stirred beside me, half-awake, her fingers curling around me instinctively. She was still groggy, but the unease in the air seemed to drag her from sleep. I felt her body shift as she clung to me, her breath warm against my chest. “What is it?” she murmured, barely awake, but already sensing the shift in the atmosphere. I opened the window, the cold night air bitin
Hades,The horses’ hooves echoed in the stillness of the night as we made our way toward the village. The forest around us seemed to watch, as if holding its breath. Elysia had been quiet for hours now, her usual confidence replaced with something softer, something I couldn't quite place.I turned my gaze to her, watching as her eyes scanned the path ahead, her back straight and poised. The way the moonlight caught her hair made her look ethereal, as if she didn’t belong to this world at all. After discovering our identity, we decided to shift to our original form except letting our Wolf roam freely. Otherwise the witches would spot us. I hated that she’d been forced into this situation. I hated that she’d taken parts of The Knowledge, to protect me. But I’d never been one to ask for explanations—not when the truth was hidden so far beneath the surface.The road wound toward the small village, nestled in the valley like some forgotten corner of the world. There was something quiet
Unknown's POV,"Haris is burned to death?" My voice was calm, or I thought I was calm. However, every vein in my body was screaming.Haris, one of my trusted people, died? By whom? A young woman? This was unacceptable."We found no more traces of that woman. However—" Kaelan hesitated, pulling out a handkerchief from his robes —" We have found traces of abnormality in these ashes. It wasn’t a witch or wizard's flame."He opened the cloth in his palm and revealed a pile of fine, dark ashes. They were unremarkable at first glance, but the moment I stepped closer, I felt it. That strange hum in the air. The unsettling vibration that laced the magic left behind.My eyes widened. In a world ruled by witches and wizards, what kind of flame could reduce someone like Haris to ash in seconds?I reached out and took a pinch between my fingers. The moment the ashes touched my skin, a violent surge ran up my arm. It wasn't pain—it was a shock, a jolt of power so foreign and dark that my muscles r
My heart sank when the dark shadows shrouded the sky, surrounding us like a layer of thin black polythene. At first it felt like our soul had been deprived by something stronger, heavier and suffocating. But that feeling soon disappeared when Bryan's hand reached my shoulder. " Who are you?" He whispered, " It seems like you are their target. Are you running away from someone? Be honest with me if you want to stay alive!" He warned with a shiver-sending coldness. However I could feel the edge of the concern and genuine worry in his tone. My palms sweated as I grabbed the leather jacket that I was wearing. The night was cold and it was freezing my body. But the tension felt unbearably suffocating. " I...!"" If I am not wrong!" The person in the shadow, wearing a black robe and a book on his hand, cut my words... " You are Master Bryan from the front line Border area!" His voice was condescending. His eyes glistened with a distinct red flickering. A sharp light came out of the bo
He had Two different colors like Hades had. But before I could ask, the color changed. And, The fortress shook violently. I didn’t know what to expect.The roots, those monstrous, writhing tendrils of darkness, seemed to be multiplying with each passing second. The air was thick with dread, suffocating, as if the fortress itself were alive, breathing down on us, caging us in. I could feel the walls closing in, the air getting heavier.Bryan didn’t wait. He moved, swift and deadly, like a shadow. The shimmering blade in his hand cut through the chaos around us, the magic crackling with energy, searing the air. Sparks flew in every direction, the sound of blades slicing through the air mingling with the guttural growls of the creatures encircling us.I watched him for a split second, too transfixed by his movement—his grace, his power—before I forced myself to snap out of it.Focus.I drew my dagger, its cold metal steady in my grip, though my hands trembled slightly. The trembling ha