Hazel's POVThe rage burned within me like a blazing inferno, consuming my every thought and action as I prowled the confines of my chamber like a caged beast. Phelan's action festered like a wound, gnawing at the core of my being with its bitter sting. How dare Phelan take what was rightfully mine? How dare he withhold the key to unlocking the power that I so desperately craved?Phelan, that treacherous cur, dared to take what was rightfully mine – the corrupted creature that I had captured with my own hands. And not only that, but he still refuses to hand over the guard that I wanted. The very thought of his defiance sends a surge of rage coursing through my veins, a primal fury that threatens to consume me whole.I clenched my fists, the muscles in my jaw working furiously as I struggled to contain the tempest of fury that raged within me. Phelan's treachery had struck a blow to my pride, a wound that cut deeper than any physical injury could ever hope to inflict. And yet, even as
Hazel's POV"I... I ... I am sorry," she all but murmured as she approached.But as she came closer, I realised that I might as well make someone else uncomfortable since I was not in the best of moods myself. And so I put on a facade of sweetness, a mask of false kindness to hide the contempt that simmered beneath the surface."Ah, Selene, my dear," I said, my voice dripping with obviously false charm as she set the tray down on the table beside me. "How thoughtful of you to bring me food."Selene flinched at my words, her movements hesitant as she avoided my gaze. It was almost amusing to watch her squirm under my scrutiny, to see her discomfort writ large upon her face. But I had little patience for her cowardice, little tolerance for her weakness."You're welcome, Hazel," she murmured, her voice barely more than a whisper as she busied herself with arranging the dishes on the tray.I watched her for a moment, taking in the way she avoided my gaze, the way she flinched at every wor
Hazel's POVSelene recoiled at my callousness, her eyes widening in shock at my heartless words. "But Hazel, she's my mother," she protested weakly, her voice barely more than a whisper. Oh come on. The way she was acting you would think I was some bigoted villain and an unforgivable wife beater. Well I guess I was the latter... But she deserves it and so it hardly counts. I snorted derisively, my patience wearing thin. Really, who gave this bitch wings today? "And you are my wife," I reminded her sharply, my voice cold and unyielding. "The Luna of Blood Moon. Your place is by my side, and nowhere else. Your family should be of no consequence to either of us."But despite my harsh words, Selene persisted, her determination unwavering as she continued to plead her case. "But Hazel, she's all alone. She needs me," she pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation."You will not leave this house," I reiterated, my voice dripping with menace as I leaned in closer to Selene. "If you try to
Hazel's POVAs I stepped out of the grand gates of the palace, the bustling streets of the capital city stretched out before me like a vibrant tapestry, each thread woven with the sights, sounds, and smells of life in the kingdom. The setting sun beat down upon the cobblestone streets, casting long shadows across the bustling marketplace as merchants called out their wares and eager shoppers haggled for the best deals.I strode purposefully through the streets. While my presence would normally be commanding the attention of all who crossed my path, decided I would rather just take things mildly today.. As the alpha King, I was used to the stares and whispers that followed in my wake, the murmurs of reverence and fear that echoed through the city like a chorus of voices.But as I made my way through the winding streets, my mind was far from the adulation of my subjects. I wanted to clear my head, and it had popped into my mind to do so with a little stroll, and being recognised would n
Hazel's POVI could have simply turned a blind eye to the unfolding drama, allowing the petty feud to play out without interference. But where was the fun in that? No, if there was one thing I relished above all else, it was the opportunity to meddle in the affairs of my enemies—to sow discord and chaos wherever I went, just to spite Alpha Phelan if nothing else. There was a limit to how badly or rudely I could treat Damian but that did not apply when I was not Alpha King Hazel.As I watched them run, I felt a surge of anticipation course through my veins. The thrill of the chase beckoned to me, a primal urge that stirred within me like a hungry beast, urging me to pursue the quarry that lay before me.The people that had caught my attention were running with a sense of urgency, their footsteps echoing through the deserted streets as they fled from an unseen pursuer. I couldn't help but wonder what had driven them to such desperate measures, what secrets they carried that warranted su
Hazel's POVThe Silver Hands members froze in their tracks, their faces contorted with a mixture of surprise and unease at my sudden appearance. I could feel their eyes on me, wary and distrustful, as they sized me up with a cautious wariness that only fueled my amusement."Well, well, well," I drawled, my voice dripping with mock sweetness as I sauntered towards them, my cloak billowing behind me like the wings of a vulture. "What do we have here? A pack of Silver Hands members causing trouble in my city? How...delightful."The members exchanged uneasy glances, their hands instinctively reaching for the weapons at their sides as they squared off against me, their expressions a mixture of defiance and fear. But beneath their bravado, I could sense the tremor of uncertainty in their voices, the lingering doubt that gnawed at the edges of their resolve."Alpha Hazel," one of them ventured, his voice tinged with a hint of nervousness as he addressed me with a begrudging respect. "This do
Hazel's POVThe alleyway was a scene of carnage and chaos as bodies fell in a tangled heap upon the cold cobblestones, the air thick with the stench of blood and death. But amidst the wreckage, I stood victorious, my chest heaving with exertion as I surveyed the aftermath of the battle."Looks like we win," I said, a smirk playing at the corners of my lips as I turned to the man who had fought by my side. "Not bad for a night's work, eh?"As the dust settled and the echoes of our battle faded into the night, I turned to face the man who had fought by my side, a predatory glint in my eye as I sized him up with a mixture of admiration and suspicion. He may have proven himself a worthy ally in the heat of combat, but I knew better than to trust a stranger, especially one who had been pursued by the Silver Hands pack. The aura he so well hid marking him as a Silver Hand was also what prompted me to act. I had a feeling I had stumbled upon something good.Before he could utter a word of gr
Hazel's POV As the fight wore on, I felt the burn of exertion seeping into my muscles, the relentless pace of our battle taking its toll on my weary body. But I refused to yield, drawing upon every ounce of strength and determination I possessed as I pressed on with unwavering resolve.And then, just when it seemed as though victory was within my grasp, my opponent seized upon an opportunity, his eyes flashing with a fierce determination as he launched a counterattack. I barely had time to react as he lashed out with a broken shard of glass, the makeshift weapon glinting in the dim light as it sliced through the air with deadly precision.I felt the sting of pain as the shard grazed my skin, a sharp reminder of the danger that lurked within the shadows. But I refused to let it slow me down, my adrenaline pumping as I redoubled my efforts, my claws slashing through the air with renewed ferocity.We traded blow for blow, each strike ringing out like a thunderclap as we clashed in a dea
Mia's POVA stone struck true, pulverizing the creature's eye with a sickening crunch. With a howl of agony, the wolf collapsed to the ground, its lifeblood staining the earth beneath it. As the last vestiges of life faded from its eyes, I breathed evenly and transformed back. Running up quickly, I jumped and kissed my mate. The flames on his hair were hot but they were not unbearable and they died down as he held me and kissed me back. It took all my willpower to break free from him and let us breath. Strands of sticky saliva trailed our lips as we parted and I was flushed up to my ears, breathless."Mia?" He breathed, looking at me in surprise.I would have grinned at him if I were not too busy being stunned."Xavier?!" I exclaimed. "What in the world?! How? I thought...""You never did see me without my turban," he teased. And he was right come to think of it."So the memory loss...""I did lose my memory," he said, shaking his head. "But I guess could say that an eyeball helped me
Mia's POVHe was no corrupted - he was much worse.In a desperate bid to end the chaos, I shifted into my wolf form, my white fur shimmering in the dim light of the throne room. With a newfound agility, I darted around the monstrous creature, my speed unmatched as I evaded its savage blows.But Hazel was relentless, his attacks coming fast and furious as he sought to overpower me with sheer brute force. With each passing moment, the battle grew more intense, the clash of claw and sinew echoing throughout the chamber.I ducked and weaved, narrowly avoiding each blow as I fought to keep the creature at bay. But despite my best efforts, I could feel my strength waning, the relentless pace of our battle taking its toll on my weary body..The battle raged on, each blow striking home with deadly precision as I fought to bring Hazel to his knees. With a primal snarl, I launched myself at the creature once more, my claws tearing through its flesh with savage ferocity.With one final, decisiv
Mia's POV"Yeah," I grinned at her. "Now please someone tell me what is going on? How did everyone get here?""There is little time for that," Amelia said, a scary amount of hope alight in her eyes. "Alpha King Hazel has gone mad and he is turning people left and right corrupted." I could see that everyone was surprised to hear this. But the forest itself whispered to me that she spoke the truth. "But he also has a way to cure the corruption. It is a wand in beneath his throne."I smiled at her and gazed out at the Sulfur Hands gathered. I did not see Lycidas but that was not a problem. I was certain he was alright."Well guys, it is the night of the blood moon. I have to tell you that I've got a castle to storm so come on out all of you and get away already. You've all done your part for me. Let me do mine for you."I saw them off and turned to face the vague direction of the palace.The eyeball (I could not get its name) had told me; Blood Moon prophecy Layer 5: The Inheritor shall
Mia's POVWith a surge of adrenaline, I plunged the knife into the creature's main body, my hands steady despite the trembling of my limbs. The blade sank deep into its flesh, eliciting a guttural roar of pain as the creature thrashed and writhed beneath me. Each movement was a dance of desperation, a desperate bid for survival against an opponent that seemed unstoppable.But even as I fought with all the strength and skill I could muster, I could feel the tendrils of exhaustion creeping into my limbs, sapping my strength and clouding my thoughts. How many times had I faced this creature? How many times had I died, only to wake and face it once again?The creature's death throes were violent and chaotic, its massive form convulsing with the last vestiges of life as it fought against the inevitable. But I was relentless, my resolve unshakeable as I drove the knife deeper and deeper into its flesh, refusing to let up until the creature lay still and silent beneath me.With a final, ragg
Hazel's POVAs I stand in the dimly lit chamber, the vial of corrupted blood held delicately between my fingers, I can feel the weight of expectation bearing down upon me. Zion's eyes bore into me with a pensive gaze, his expression unreadable as he observes my every move. The air is heavy with anticipation, charged with the possibility of what is to come.With a steady hand, I bring the vial to my lips and drink deeply, allowing the thick, viscous liquid to slide down my throat. The taste is metallic, tinged with a hint of something dark and otherworldly. But as the last drop passes my lips, I feel no surge of power, no sudden transformation. I am not surprised.I never expected the corrupted blood to grant me any sort of supernatural abilities. My purpose in drinking it was not to gain power, but to align myself with the prophecy, to force my way into its narrative. And in that regard, I believe I have succeeded.As I lower the vial, I meet Zion's gaze with a sense of calm resolve.
???'s POV Amidst the vast expanse of the celestial realm, I found myself floating among the stars, my consciousness adrift in a sea of cosmic wonders. Suddenly, a commanding voice reverberated through the void, pulling me from my reverie with its otherworldly resonance."Little thing," the voice called out, its words echoing through the cosmos like the distant rumble of thunder. Startled, I responded tentatively, my voice barely a whisper in the vastness of space. "Who... who's there?"I was ignored as the voice continued to speak. I listened intently as the voice spoke of the troubles that plagued mortals, of the ebb and flow of life, and of the chaos that reigned in the mortal realm. The voice seemed to ramble on for a while, its words swirling around me like a whirlwind of cosmic energy. It spoke of mortals and their endless troubles, of how they always seemed to find new ways to bring chaos and destruction upon themselves. It seemed rather easy to notice that it was the 'eyeball'
???'s POVI opened my mouth to protest, to demand answers to the questions that burned within me, but she cut me off with a dismissive wave of her hand. "I don't want to hear it," she said coldly, her gaze hardening as she turned away from me. "Just go. Leave me alone. Go do whatever you want to. I don't care. My Lycidas is not here. Please, just... Stop. You truly are not Lycidas. I do not know who you are, but you are not my beloved."I stood there in stunned silence, the weight of her words hanging heavy in the air between us. Part of me wanted to press her for answers, to demand to know what she meant by all of this. But another part of me knew that it was futile – that she would not deign to repeat herself. And even though I could not claim to know much else, I knew somehow that she was hundred percent certain that I was not Lycidas. And not in a character or behavioural kind of way. As in, I was fundamentally not Lycidas.With a heavy heart, I turned and walked away, the sound o
Lycidas' POVThe soft glow of moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle illumination over Mia's room as I sat by her bedside, my fingers intertwined with hers as if holding onto a lifeline. The rhythmic rise and fall of her chest was the only indication of life, her face serene in slumber as she lay unconscious before me.I never realized how much I would miss her until now – the absence of her laughter, her vibrant energy, leaving a gaping hole in my heart that seemed impossible to fill. And yet, here she lay, so close yet so far, trapped in the grasp of an unknown darkness that threatened to consume her whole.I squeezed her hand gently, willing her to wake up, to return to me so that I could see the light in her eyes once more. But no matter how fervently I wished for her recovery, she remained still, her breathing steady but shallow, a silent reminder of the fragility of life.My mind drifted back to that fateful night when the ritual had gone awry, the memory of t
Amelia's POVI sat in the room with Alpha Gonzales and the injured Alpha Fenrir, my mind consumed by a whirlwind of thoughts and worries. The conversation between the two Alphas drifted in and out of my consciousness, the words fading into the background as I struggled to focus on the present moment.My thoughts kept returning to the letter I had received just before setting off with Alpha Gonzales—a missive that had filled me with a sense of foreboding unlike anything I had ever experienced before. The words were etched into my mind, haunting me with their ominous implications.In my mind's eye, I saw the image of the small mouse, my faithful messenger, as it hurried into my room with urgent purpose. Its tiny paws had trembled as it presented me with the letter, a sense of urgency emanating from its very being. With trembling hands, I had broken the seal and unfolded the parchment, my heart sinking as I read the words inscribed upon it.The once cryptic message had become alarmingly