I was forced to join the Hunt like I've been told my entire life and I get punished for it. I'm taken by the King as his chosen mate as it should be according to the teachers and parents and every other adult I've met in my life, I do this and I get punished. I live in his palace, tormented and play
Gabriel was huffing and puffing in the center of the room while he waited for an answer. Our eyes were locked in an intense glare from where I lay on the blood-soaked carpet with the metallic scent continuously seeping up my nose- and when I slowly got up I tried not to slip on the wet floor or trip
DARIAN’S POVIt took three Guards to throw me into the cellar and they were quick to draw the door and lock it. The smell of decay and rotten meat set the tone for the dungeon and it was clear that they didn't prioritize cleaning down here.My breathing was disrupted by the snake still wrapped aroun
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HAZEL’S POVEveryone stopped in the halls and the housemaids retreated to their chambers after Gabe roared through the palace ordering everyone to call it a night. We stood in the hallway to Darian’s office and Gabe’s voice filled every square inch of the gigantic hallways and hundreds of rooms, it
“Darian fell in love with Ophelia when they were sixteen. She was that girl, the one that every guy drooled over, she was excessive in everything she did but also obsessed with Darian,”“But wait, did she die or not?” “Five years ago there was talk of a power struggle, the Council was hounding Dari
The painting on the wall was an immaculately detailed part of the Council. It was beyond anything I knew, that you could open a portal through a painting, step through it, and then appear in another place so far away from where you stood at the present moment.“My head hurts,” I said and poured myse
The first thing that hit me was the silence. I don't know why but I expected it to be buzzing with conversations and important people stressing through the halls but it was eerily quiet and the chilly gust of wind sweeping up my arms gave me goosebumps.“If you’re looking around for other people you