Confused, scared and disheartened, Accashia tried to push away. The young woman kicked and tried to wiggle away from the beast but then a heavy, fury body of the beast stood over her, making her breath hitch. The beasts’ paws were larger than her hands. And she tried to fight off the shivering and collapsing of her body just by imagining how big the beast was. What if she pissed off the creature and used its paw to squash her head like a pumpkin? ‘What a horrible death.’ She blinked to herself then swallowed the lump against her throat. The beast growled, and it sounded furious. Accashia’s breathing became labored. Her eyes wide, as she pursed her lips tight. Tighter when she felt the creature’s paw nearing her body. She turned her head and stared at the sharp teeth at the end of a snout topped with deep bluish gray eyes. A wolf. A giant silver wolf. Almost as big as a… “Holy cow.” Accashia swallowed again when the wolf howled. She opened her mouth to scream, but then the wol
Morning came and Phil rushed to wake his brothers, their mother and father will be home soon from their journey. He shook them until they moaned and groaned. “What?” Luther groaned, then glared at the brawny teen. “Accashia. Mom and Dad will be home soon.” That sentence alone from Phil was enough to awoke Luther’s hazy mind. ‘Of course.’ How could he forget? “Is John up?” Phil shook his head. “No.” Luther grumbled under his breath and shoved Phil away from him. “Well, what are you doing then?! Go and wake him up!” “Ye–yes!” The skinny teen scrambled and ran to his brother’s room. “And go on and wake up Jill too! Tell her to make breakfast!” After the three youngsters put on their clothes, shoes and grabbed a scissor and a pocket knife, they went back to the forest to set their sister free. They wondered if she was still crying, if she tried to escape and they laughed thinking how much she begged for mercy. They ran, running as fast as they could out of their humble village and
“So your name is Accashia.” Luntian asked as she poured in a generous amount of stew on the bowl that Accashia was holding. “What a pretty name. The meaning of your name fits you as well.” Steam rose from the bowl, and because she’s starving the young lady did not mind the heat and took a sip. She made a sound of delight. “This is delicious.” She looked up to Luntian then gave the old lady a smile. “And… thank you.” She paused to take another sip. “For saying that my name is pretty.” “It is. As pretty as you.” Accashia frowned then shook her head. “I’m not pretty.” Luntian laughed after swallowing her food. “You are! Have you seen yourself?” The old lady stared at Accashia from head to toe and little by little, she noticed how Accashia was changing. Her long brown hair was turning ginger and the scars on her face, her body — from the past scars from the wounds from yesterday were healing. Her uneven skin from being on the sun for too long changed as well. From tan to fair. B
The full moon had risen last night. Never did she thought that the son of the Alpha — The King would survive. “That wretched Luntian.” The wicked witch hissed through gritted teeth. “That old hag really doesn't know how to mind her own goddamn business.” Sitting on the rusty throne, Ursula, the Wicked Witch combs her hair, her inch long fingers dragging and combing the straight black locks. Her smooth pale skin contrasted her black and purple cloak that pooled down to her ankles. Ruby lips, violet eyes. A beautiful face. Men from all over the world would fall for her ethereal beauty. Only there’s a secret behind that beautiful face and youth. She sold her soul to one of the Seven demons. Before she became this beautiful, she was one of the faithful Shaman’s who served the Kingdom of Shaldan. But things changed, her heart changed. And even after hundreds of years of the Kingdom’s decimation, she cannot move on. Not until every single descendant of the Alpha is killed and turned int
The thorns that separated the Village from the forest clung to her clothes. Piercing her thighs, scratching her bloody, letting out drops of blood. She barely made it back. Halfway through her journey back home, her legs were stiff and dry and her throat became itchy. Her body was begging for water. It’s only one of the many things that she felt. With one last push, she was out of the thorny bushes. “Oof!” She tripped and fell on the ground with a thud. And there it is, her Village. Walakya. Her home. It was a simple Village, brown small huts and houses. Many children were running and playing around, but at the sight of it, she felt lonely. It’s at times like these that she thinks back on how things used to be and that awful feeling of bitterness and resentment coils up in her gut like a cold unfeeling snake. She tried to think that she could live day by day doing the same routine. But… after what happened with Calleb, who can she turn to other than her family? Being in this Vil
“How could you do that to your sister?!” Was Ember’s frustrated holler at the three young men standing in front of her. The three looked down from shame. Not only receiving scoldings from their mother but from the village Shaman as well.Accashia was put to sleep, the Shaman doing a ritual that helped the young woman relax, mixing herbs and salt. As the middle aged woman continued to scold and reprimand her children, the Shaman looked at Accashia. “This young woman had been touched by the beast.” She whispered to herself. Remembering the stories of old, how the legend of the Eastern Kingdom went to chaos, the Shaman closed her eyes. From her satchel, she took out a pouch that contained a mixture of salt, sage and coal. Saying her enchantments, the old woman drizzled the mixture on Accashia’s face, hands and chest. Her eyes remained closed as she continued chanting. Praying to the spirits for guidance, for answers on what could’ve happened to the young woman. ‘Beast’ ‘Mate’ ‘Shald
"Calleb, take Accashia. We need to treat her wound immediately.” Was what Accashia heard as she felt her body being carried inside the hollow cave. Calleb gently placed her on the bed made of grass and cloth, and began to take off her clothes. The wound on the back of her neck was still bleeding because it pierced thoroughly, the blade sinking not only on her flesh. Mongolia’s intention was to remove a heap of meat from her nape, cutting her like an animal. Ruthless. “Turn her around.” Luntian commanded. She grabbed a pile of leaves, smothering them with paste made of herbs and salt. Luntian gently placed the leaves on Accashia’s wounds. “This will hurt a little.” Was her soft coos to the young lady. Feeling the herbs graze against the wound, Accahia screamed in pain. Crying out loud. “Hold her down!” Calleb clicked his tongue in annoyance. “I’m trying!” The night went on like that, for if the bleeding doesn’t stop, Accashia will lose her life. Not only because of the wound. Bu
Though she still feels pain with every movement that she makes, Accashia follows Luntian without any protest or objections. The Shaman leads her to the bonfire, and when they are seated comfortably on the log, Luntian throws a mix of salt and zirconium at the fire. It made a sizzling noise, the minerals cracking until it turned to smoke. As the smoke rose to the sky, Luntian stood up, raising her hands. And when she did, the smoke formed a castle. A fortress, strong. Sturdy and the castle walls are high. Accashia sat with lips parted from awe. Her eyes twinkled along with the embers of fire that danced with every whirl and twirl of Luntian’s hands. And so, she begins to tell the tale of how the Kingdom of Shaldan fell from its glory. “In an ancient Kingdom, a Beast of black and white reigned . He was sovereign, graceful. And with his Queen, the Luna named Galathea, they were undefeatable. The were-people loved them. For they were kind, gentle and benevolent. His army consisted of
Accashia must have fallen asleep while the two Alpha’s were interrogating the old Shaman. She sits up straight and there's a blanket across her body until her chest. She pulled the covers up, bringing it up to her face. The young woman inhaled, smiling wide right after. It smells like her mate, warm wood and a hint of musk. Calleb’s scent reminded her of sunrise. It smells a little like her too. Accashia was not the type of person who always wakes up on the right side of the bed. Before, she’ll wake up with Luther’s face right in front of hers. Her older brother would always taunt her. Tease her, borderline torment her. Somehow she wishes he could erase it. The memories. "Why the long face?" Calleb appeared out of nowhere, shocking Accashia. Her soul almost left her body, and became a bit grumpy because of it. “Calleb!” She whined, screaming his name as she did. “You know that I startle easily! Don’t sneak up on me like an animal!” The Alpha grinned. “I am an animal though.” He wa
"Ive heard Galathea saying she heard the song of songs, whisper of whisps. But not a cry of a child." The King stared at Accashia’s ghostly pale face. The Luna was still in shock. She was only wearing a thin bathrobe, contrasting the dark thick cotton robe that enveloped Calleb’s body. "A shrill cry. A woman singing an eerie lullaby. I’ve heard of that before. But not from a newborn child —” He looked at his son, then smiled. “None, except from you, son. The day you were born.” "Maybe we should have the Castle blessed?" Calleb had asked. "Before being rebuilt, this place was heavily guarded by Shadows. Dangerous skeleton-like creatures who are brought back to life by Ursula’s power. They carry an ember of soul in their chest. Lost souls." Bathal shuddered in the memory. "I remember. Maybe the Castle needs to be blessed." "It’s not a soul." Accashia opposed. A frown on her face, disliking how the two Alpha’s are dismissing what she heard. "I know a soul when I feel one, see one. When
"I’m not hallucinating, Calleb! I heard a loud cry of a child!" Accashia paced back and forth after pushing Calleb away from her. The cry of the newborn sounded terrible against her ears. “I must find the baby — it could be lost, or worse — it might’ve been abandoned by its parents!” The Alpha sighed as he pinched the area between his brows. It feels like he’s wiggling out of a tightrope and he’s bound from his wrist down to his ankles. “Maybe it’s just your imagination, Accashia. You’re carrying my child after all. It may be the cause of your hallucinations.” Accashia was heading towards the door when Calleb’s spoke. She spun and marched towards her mate. By the looks of it, the young lady was deeply offended. “I know the sound of a crying child when I hear one, Calleb. I’m the one who took care of Jill when she was a newborn. I’m familiar with the cry of a wailing child looking for his mother — Calleb.” “And I’m not dismissing your judgments, Accashia.” Was Calleb’s calm reply. T
What it all boils down to is a simple thing. Human beings, creatures and beasts alike are all sentimental beings. Filled with empathy. Love and affection. And in turn, are always seeking for it. The first time Luntian laid eyes on her sister was after Amihan had just given birth to her. The little one had a head full of black hair, and had this blank stare. Ursula would cry from dusk till dawn. It was thousands of years ago, but her sister’s shrill cry would still resound in her nightmare. The idea of having a sibling was one of the things she wished for in life, though at times she wished her mother would shove the thing back to where it came from. Luntian loved Ursula, but there was something about her that she didn't like. She doesn’t like the crooked smile on her lips. The oddly long nails. The dark, dark cowl on her head. And the odd paint on her face. She was a yellow Shaman, but did not act like one. Not even a little. Had it been the way she talked or the things she said? O
Bathal remembers his father with his head back, soaking up the heat like a plant. At dusk, his wide gray eyes go half-mast, and he yawns and stretches and puts his arms around people who he thinks will lead him back to the right home. Banaua is solar-powered, a self-sufficient sun. And his mother Hiraya was like the moon — the Luna catches the excess light of the King until she could light up on her own. He wonders if Accashia and Calleb would be the same. For his son and his mate reminds him so much of his late parents. And now there they were, going up in front of thousands of people. He thinks this is a must, for this will be Calleb’s future once he passes on the power. His son is the next King and an Alpha. Calleb will be the next ruler of this Kingdom, and the people will follow him. They will love him and be loyal to him whether they want to or not. Once, when his father was still alive he'd asked Bathal a question. He'd asked, 'What do you feel after seeing the humans, the B
Bathal comes back after a long meeting with the Shaman of the nameless Village. It was time for the Betas and Omegas to live within the Castle. For them to go back to the way it was before the ‘Great Downfall’. The King was wearing thick black longsleeves made of cotton. A white cowl covered his head, partially covering his beautiful long hair of black and white. Usually he wouldn’t be riding a horse if he was to go alone. But because he needed Luntian’s wisdom to negotiate with the Shaman — he opted that it was for the best. Bathal preferred to transform into his beast. He’s not the type of ruler who radiates glitz and glamour, crowns and jewelry. As a matter of fact, the King had always liked to be with the Betas and the Omegas. The soldiers, as the late King Banaua calls them. They liked him for his smile and his strong sense of leadership. Everyone called him awe inspiring and charming. While his son Calleb… Luntian often wonders where the Prince, the son of Bathal, Calleb, get
Ursula shut her eyes shut, not wanting any more of this inhumane torture. She was deemed to be facing sudden death, more like she begged for it. Impregnated and treated like an animal. This was beyond humiliating. What she hated the most was how her body betrayed her at times. How the demons take her and fuck her until she cries and begs for mercy. She hated herself from feeling good. It almost felt good. Almost. Until she realized that the birth of the demon child would mean the coming of a bloodshed. Death in amounts no one could fathom. The woman laid her head on the makeshift pillow Kieran had made for her. Kieran was laying down beside her, the demon was caressing the bulge on her stomach. “Just leave already.” Ursula whined, lifting her head up upon the request. “I want to be alone.” Kieran laughed, then held up a thick leather strap in his other hand. It was studded with spikes, like everything else. A spike that would slam against Ursula’s thighs or arm, whichever part it w
The Kingdom of Shaldan has changed, and with a few more refurbishments, the Kingdom will be standing in all its glory once again. Almost two months had passed since they banished the evil Witch from their land. Bathal and Luntian sported a wide smile on both of their faces while greeting the Hunter’s village and the Betas and Omegas. The news of Accashia’s pregnancy gave them a new kind of hope for their Kingdom’s survival. She was four months pregnant, and in a few months their bundle of joy will see the world. Days have turned into weeks and weeks turned into a month. But instead of being happy after receiving the news of her pregnancy, the young lady became jarded. She became quiet and barely spoke to anyone. Anyone except her mate. Everyday Accashia would go to Calleb’s room and she’ll tell her mate what is going on in her everyday life. Whether it’s exciting news or just a mundane day. She does it as a routine, hoping that her mate would wake up. Even if it's about the changes
Luntian leads Bathal and Accashia towards the room where the sleeping Prince was kept safe. A few Beta’s and Omega’s lurked around the Castle, fixing the interiors and fixtures. All needed to be done to bring the ruined Castle back to its glory. The sound of nails and hammer hitting and banging against the wall resounded as Luntian closed the door of Calleb and Accashia’s chamber. Bathal, who was standing next to Accashia, told the Shaman to lock the door, to make sure that no one sees them. Even though his influence is scattered throughout the Castle and its borders, it does not mean that everyone is on their side. A King can never be too complacent, Bathal learned that the hard way. “It’s locked.” The Shaman announced with satisfaction in her eyes. Once they were free to move, the old woman foisted something from her pocket. A mixture of minerals, and once she’s satisfied with the ingredients on her hand, the old Shaman crushed them with their bare hands. She turned them into powe