Do you know that feeling when you are not used to something? How do you feel when something you are used to doesn't happen as expected? Well, that is how I felt. I was bothered beyond reasoning. Why was he being so nice? People aren't that nice. I was a hundred percent sure he didn't know I could shift, Zinnia was sure too. Then what? I wasn't feeling any amorous intent from him. Trust me, I would know. My mind flooded with thoughts as I arranged my clothes, and then I showered. I mean, I had my own modern en suite with a large tub and everything was good. I wasn't used to such luxury, not even when my mother was alive. After washing up, I dressed up and lay on the bed to rest my head. But then, the soft bouncy bed was just too comfortable, so I slept off with my legs hanging from the edge. When I woke up laying properly in the bed, the sheet over my body, I was stunned by how I felt. No one can ever get close to me when I sleep, let alone, touch me. I was always jumpy, always on ale
She stared at the night sky, the few stars twinkling above the full moon. The moonlight shone down on her as if paying her and only her attention. She chuckled amid her gentle crooning, turning her gaze to the head on her thighs. His soft red hair lay scattered on her thighs, her fingers rubbing the surface of his hard but raspberry-scented scalp. She always loved running her fingers into his hair. The man lay on the ground, one leg crossed over his propped-up knee, eyes closed and fingers drumming on the ground. He could tell she was trying to cover up her worry, trying to hide the fact that the news of her pregnancy wasn't bothering her at all. He knew otherwise because he knew her; he felt her. She was the other piece of his soul, his life, his dream. He knew exactly what was bothering her, he knew she had the right to be worried, but he also wanted her not to. Why worry about what is inevitable? Why worry about something that would happen in years? Having the strong urge to calm
The young boy stood in the foyer of his bedroom, staring at a large portrait on the wall. The portrait was of his mother, the beautiful woman he wasn't that privileged to know much about. He was only four when she died, and six when he found out why. Now, at eight, he was still wondering and trying to accept the truth of the reason and the curse he calls a life. He had so many unanswered questions, so many thoughts and facts that he could never and would never be able to understand, fathom and conclude. Yet, he wished he could get the answer to just one question. "Hendrix," sighing almost inaudibly, he slowly turned his head to look at his father, the only one that can answer that one question, or maybe two. His father looked at the portrait and scowled. The only true reason he still had her pictures painted on the wall was because of his son, but it was starting to get annoying. "I should get that portrait to your room, so I don't have to see it. Now what is bothering you this time?"
"A Luna is essential for a pack's survival. It is absolutely crucial that by the time you get to the age of twenty-five, you find a mate at all costs." The man educated his son with a warning tone. The boy rolled his eyes, bored of hearing his father repeat the thing he called nonsense over and over again. "I'm serious, Hendrix! An alpha can sustain a barrier for as long as he is below twenty-five. The moment he turns twenty-five, his primal nature begins to detect the lack of soul piece because then, his powers would increase and focus more on grounding it, on projecting to his battle skills. The increase in power creates a void in his soul, damaging his barrier magic because barrier magic comes from the soul. That is when his other half is needed to push the weight of the barrier to her and support her mate. I repeat it is crucial, Hendrix. You can hold it up for as long as you think you can, but eventually, the barrier would weaken to the point even an omega rogue can pass through
Her feet crushed the branches and twigs beneath them, her hands pushing away all in her path. She had a mission, a mission to seek what disturbed her dreamless nap. She was fast asleep when she perceived it, fast asleep when her wolf felt it. Someone was in their special spot. It was late into the night, far into midnight. The moon was full and wide, almost as if angry about something and decided to show that thing who is bigger and brighter. Her feet pushed her forward, her wolf growled at the thought of them finding her special place and ruining it for them. That was the only place they had left, the last piece of their sanity. That place encouraged them after their mother's death. They couldn't risk anyone finding and taking a liking to it. She already knew what she would do when she got there. It involved blood. The sweet scent of sweet peas and rock rose, and a hint of rosemary, with a slight—barely noticeable—smell of hawthorn, guided her path. She didn't need to follow the sce
"Who are you?" The Redhead asked the smaller-looking girl staring back at her with her big sapphire eyes. Even with the poor lighting, she could see the beautiful blue orbs of the stranger glowing in the night. She'd never seen eyes like that before. Yes, she had seen sapphire blue eyes, but not sapphire gemstone eyes. It was beautifully odd. The shifter female straightened her head and smiled, before turning and walking over to the fire. The redhead followed her, wondering what the girl was going to do. She could tell that the shifter was probably a year or two younger than her, or maybe poor nutrition had slowed her growth. She was surprised by her sudden fascination with the young pup. The shifter tossed away the burnt fish, then reached for the remaining three fish in the basket. The redhead quickly sat down and watched as the shifter skillfully and diligently dealt with her fish. Her eyes followed the shifter when she stood up at some point and moved around, picking things from
Well, so far, it has been exceptionally stressful but fun. Again, for a pregnant woman, Brie sure had stamina. They took us from one shop to the other, making me try on clothes I never thought would be possible to be in my wardrobe. They didn't even have to force Scarlette, she was more than willing to try on everything that crossed her path. I changed clothes so much that my hands felt like they were going to fall off. And just when I thought we were done, they moved on to shoes. I tried to silently tell them that I wouldn't be able to wear everything, I only needed a few clothes. But did they listen? No, they did not. My opinion didn't matter, especially when I couldn't talk. So, I sat down and tried every shoe they brought to me, modelled every they wanted me to until my feet ached. Then, once that torture was over, they moved me over to gloves and hats. "A woman can never have too many hats," Brie said. I tried on scarves, bags that I doubt I would use, socks—I'm talking about th
"A mate is a piece of your soul you need to survive once identified. It becomes a need, a want, a necessity. Try as you might, you can avoid it as much as you want, but unless you are heartless or you reject the bond, you will always gravitate towards them. Your mate is your soul, the other part that magnets the one in you towards it to complete it. As long as you are not consumed by darkness, it's inevitable. Do you understand this, my flower?" She bounced her feet on the ground, smiling and humming in reply to what her mother said. She honestly mentally hummed through her mother's lesson, thinking her mother was teaching her about how to keep her wolf hidden. She hummed so her mother would think she was listening. Her mother nodded and went back to weaving her hair and continuing with her lesson, unaware of the fact that her little girl was paying no attention to her words. _____ "Finally!" Gemma exclaimed as she jumped out of the front seat. This time, when returning, she ran in
Gillian returned from the mission and was extremely enthusiastic. He lifted me and spun me around, causing me to squeal with excitement and surprise. He put me down after three amazing spins and hugged me so tightly I saw stars.Drix snarled and the next second, I was snatched away from Gillian and he narrowly missed a claw slap. Gillian jumped back, raising his hands in surrender. "Whoa, calm down. I'm only hugging my friend,""You're registering yourself for a beating," out of nowhere, a scrawny girl with unkempt hair jumped in front of Gil, spreading her hands wide and creating a shield with her body. That startled Drix and me, and we looked at her confused."Stay away from Charming or I'll bite you!" The girl was probably my age or older and had a death wish growling at an alpha. She also smelled like… she didn't smell like a werewolf. I'd never perceived anything like her before, but again, she was a victim of a sick experiment. Still, there were a few reasons why a girl or anyon
I pressed the suitcase hard with my weight and managed to click the lock. I sighed as I stood up straight, putting my fist on the side of my waist and wiping the sweat out of my forehead with my other hand. "Phew!" That'll be all for shoes. Now what else am I missing?I looked around, calculating everything I packed and what else I needed. Hendrix sighed for the umpteenth time. He claimed I was overdoing the packing but he didn't understand. This vacation was important to me. A girl can't be too prepared. I need to make sure I have everything and anything. "We can just buy whatever you need if you end up missing something. We'll only be staying there for a week, Sapphire. You've packed more than enough,""We might stay longer and Scarlette and I are going to explore. We already have our bucket list, and Vecoria has hers too. I'm in charge of making sure we have everything ready– hmm, what else have I not packed yet?" I mused thoughtfully, completely forgetting that I was talking to so
"So it's not like I'm getting my powers back but someone like you," she nodded. "What use will that be?" I asked as the chains fell off."Zircon has been sleeping for too long, milady, please wake him up." I rubbed my wrist. "He knows a lot about curses so he'll know how to destroy the sword," "I still don't see the use," I grumbled.‘Oh fucking hell! Why are you so unnecessarily stubborn?!’ I froze. I blinked once, then twice, and more times. I was hearing things. I thought I was losing my mind. ‘You're not, bitch! I'm back!’I looked at Vecoria in complete shock, my jaw already hitting the ground. I was shocked out of my wit but one thing was for sure, I thought I was going crazy. I had to be going crazy because there was no other explanation as to why I could hear Zinnia's voice in my head. She died.‘I died as a curse, but Selene finally did something useful with herself and brought me back as a real wolf, sort of,’I fell on my butt, too shocked to remain standing. Vecoria panic
I've never imagined my life without Zinnia. I'd gotten so used to her that I couldn't remember how it felt without her. I was reminded the hard way. I could feel the emptiness in my head the moment I opened my eyes. I felt naked and alone. The silence in my head left an incessant ringing in my ears and my mind was just there, empty.The intense feeling of emptiness devoured me so much that even when I noticed the shackles on my hands and legs and realised that I was in an unfamiliar surrounding, I couldn't care less. I was so nonchalant and unperturbed, but all I could do was sit down with my knees to my chest and stare into space. Zinnia was gone and I was alone in a dungeon, unaware of who my abductors were.I hadn't come in contact with anyone since I was locked away. My food was given to me through the doggy hole twice every day but water came once a day. I no longer had a wolf, I no longer had the powers of a blood wolf or a werewolf. I was just a luna with a barrier and healing
‘This is useless,’ Alaric said flatly as I flimsily held up the last book with a slight knowledge of Selene's offspring. Just like the rest, it only had information about things we already know. No artefacts, no books, nothing. What is the use of coming here?Jerry sighed and tossed away the book in his hand. "What a waste of time,""Tell me about it. Let's just leave, it's useless at this point," Gil grumbled. "Not even the slightest clue about any of her children who laid a curse or anything that gives a hint of it. We could be missing something—""We are not, I would know," I said firmly, dropping the hard book on the table.‘I feel weird,’ Alaric said with a whimper, scratching at the barrier of my mind. We've felt that way from the moment we stepped into the temple. Alaric had it worse. ‘Drix walk out of the library and turn right, then left, and right again,’‘Feel something?’ I asked, rising from my seat.‘A hunch,’ I gestured to Gillian t
Chills ran up and down my spine, making me constantly shiver. Hugging my body did not help. I walked out of the tree, completely horrified. The reason why Zinnia knew so much, the reason why she was so different was because she was the soul of the curse Deianira created. I was petrified by it. I had most of the important memories from my life as Milena which consisted mostly of my time with Dad, a few times with my subordinates, and the time I spent finding an end to the curse. Most of my memories were of me as Sapphire.Sapphire is more human than Milena, and humans feel more emotions, they are vulnerable to pain. Sapphire had more attachment with many, unlike Milena whose world only revolved around Sapphire's father. The point was that I grew up with Zinnia. She wasn't just my wolf, she was a bigger part of my soul and I just learned that to end the long-lasting suffering, I needed to kill her. It was basically telling me to murder my sister, mother, friend, and child.I would have
I wiped off sweat from my forehead as I walked out of the room to find Scarlette. A lot of my memories were still missing and I knew exactly where I could get them. “Scarlette, where are you?”“The garden outside. There's something strange about it,” that was where I was going. I broke into a run. Finding my way was easier because I knew every corner of this castle. I stayed in it alone for years. One thing I now remember, the willow tree in Drix's garden is a fragment of the mother tree in my mother's gemstone garden. Then the pixie who happened to have been in danger must not have been a coincidence. She intentionally appeared there to create the gemstone garden already knowing I'd arrive someday.The original was far more magnificent than the copy. The garden was more like a forest, comparable to Brasher but bigger. Then she named the centre a garden. Different trees made of different gemstones and minerals stood firmly, with bushes, flowers, and other ground crops also made out of
My heart felt strange. There was a sense of familiarity to the castle and my heart didn't feel well about it. It felt bitter. Just like the cave, the walls were filled with pictures of Hiems, the person he was before he reincarnated. But unlike Liviana's, the pictures were decent and passionate, and a woman was with him in some of the pictures.The first time I saw her, I halted and stared at her with hatred. I couldn't tell why I felt that way but I've never felt the capacity of hatred as I felt for her. She had long sleek back hair that looked exactly like a moonless night with stars scattered all over the sky. Her eyes were more like galactic starry night than the galaxy itself. It was beautiful—she was beautiful. She had plump red lips and porcelain skin, a smile that could break wars or create them. She was a real beauty but instead of admiring her, I despised her.Hiems, on the other hand, was a tall man with golden yellow hair and sapphire eyes. His body status was similar to m
Kira opened a portal and it took us to a library. I found myself standing between two tall shelves. Certainly, we were trespassing because we didn't get permission to enter. Zinnia already gave me back my body but she kept her presence dominant.Kira began walking and I followed her. "Where are we?""Library of Congress,""Library of what?!" I screamed. She threw me a glare over her shoulder. I pressed my hand on my lips and looked at her apologetically. She returned her gaze straight ahead. She was wearing fluffy slippers so the sound of her feet was almost silent. I walked silently despite the shoes I had on. She walked urgently as if she was afraid something would catch up to her."How did you find him so easily? And how did Zinnia contact you?""You seem to still be ignorant of the kind of powers your wolf possesses," she took a turn. I increased my pace to catch up with her. "You know, I haven't had sex for months,""What brought that on?""Just saying," she shrugged, looking aro