Soot stains the small windows in streaking lines that look like the house itself was crying. There was an assortment of wind chimes near the door, and it won’t be until we get closer that the men will be able to realise they’re actually bones clattering together—a warning bell of sorts.Almera will take care of these interfering men. She’ll help me; I just know it. Pearl thought to herself.She was actually one of her favourite people. She was the only other alchemist she had ever met who was crazy enough to want to be her friend. She was crazy as hell, but she would let these guys figure that out for themselves.Pearl doesn't hesitate as they start to lag, their steps seemingly becoming more and more uncertain with each new detail their eyes land on. She heard Finn gasp, and the comical smugness he had faded; she even heard him growl.Well, surprise, surprise!Pearl passed them a sly but pleasant smile as her knuckles rapped gently against the rotting door. "Almera!? I came bearing a
Finn pushed forward, his shoulder skimming against Pearl’s other side as he held Almera’s vacant gaze.Almera’s head tilted just slightly, and she seemed to study Pearl for a moment. She knows. Almera knows she brought them here to save herself."There are other alchemists in this village that know where the princess is, my friends; besides, why would you think I knew where she is?" Almera looked away from Pearl, busying herself by straightening the mess of papers in front of her. She pushed them this way and that, but never really did anything with the stack."Where?" Vergel’s bulky arms folded across his chest, but Pearl didn't know why."Vergel, you do realise she can’t see your intimidating stance, right? There’s literally no one here for you to impress." At the quiet sound of her words, he pinned her with his pretty, emerald eyes. A mixture of annoyance and aggression was visible in his gaze.Okay, Pearl was lying. One person might be slightly impressed. She was very impressed wi
"Hmm, well." Almera’s hands patted sweetly against Ethan’s shoulders. His eyes closed tightly as if he were trying hard not to say anything as a smile started to spread across his lips. Finn chuckled and just watched them, like it was so entertaining.Pearl couldn’t really tell if Ethan was trying not to laugh or growl."Yes, I guess I couldn’t really say no." "Perhaps I misjudged you, my friend," the blind woman murmured."Almera, you didn’t even touch his face." A smirk kissed Pearl lips. Goddess, I want to be her when I grow up. She thought."I didn’t?" Her brows lowered over her pale gaze. "Huh. Please forgive my dwindling mind."Her hand pulled away, and Pearl couldn't help but let her gaze flicker to Ethan's hips and his fortunate lower region that seemed to bulge often. Unfortunately, she couldn’t make out the impressiveness that gave Almera a change of heart.Pearl guessed she should have gotten him tighter jeans.Daydreaming. His hands turn, big palms pushing across her abdo
Pearl was silent, and she sure as hell blushed like a schoolgirl but ignored Finn and Vergel.Finn seemed to always be this funny man filled with too much pent-up, invisible happiness and contentment. But sometimes he was quiet. Silence tried to cover his aggression, but it still lingered in the pull of his brow, the turn of his lips, and the tension of his pale shoulders. But Pearl didn't know why. The man was as fickle-minded as her.Finn stood before Pearl fully naked and neatly folded his shirt and jeans. It was a casual sort of thing. He wasn’t trying to be sexy. He just was."I’ll just give my clothes to Mr. Dickless here." Finn handed his friend his clothes, and Vergel’s eyes narrowed on him."Are we sure I don’t have magical furs that made you wet?" Ethan shifted back to his human form, stood naked in front of Pearl, looked to her for confirmation, and a smile pulled at his lips. He looked … manic when he smiled. It was an odd look, like he was not used to happiness at all, an
Ethan's gaze slowly wandered to the dirt between them. "You should. Don’t settle for what you have. Never settle for less than everything. Life’s too short to think you deserve less than all of your dreams and desires." Pearl cocked a brow at his romantic words. This was the guy they were calling Dickless less than an hour ago... The silence settled back in, but his words replayed endlessly in her mind. Pearl wishes it were that easy. To just accept the things she wanted and not overthink all the things she needed. Like survival. Her mission.She may be able to wield the four elements of magic and be capable of opening a portal, but she couldn't control it, and she was afraid to even try. The magic was too big for her. The power was so overwhelming that she didn't even want to wield it unless deadly action was necessary. She sighed as she remembered Kain, and sometimes the past was too present to really think about the future. Finally, her home comes into view. Another board has
Another growling sound of pleasure shook Ethan, and, suddenly, his hands were gripping Pearl’s hips as she moaned in surprise. The smooth feel of his erection against her stomach made her core tighten as she stood there with her hands held caressingly against his neck. The small amount of energy she used was worth it to hear the sounds of his pleasure. "Hell, woman... for an ordinary alchemist like you... you are something peculiar. Something different… Pearl, what are you doing exactly?" "Um-nothing." Pearl's cheeks turned red. "I know there is something behind your facade, far beyond my reach, but I don't care." In the quiet darkness, her fingers trail up the strong column of his throat before settling against his jaw. He was so handsome. So perfect... and what happened to them long ago was something she couldn't forget; in fact, she wanted him again so badly. His features were carved from stone, with a beauty that’s too alluring to ignore. He really was a predator. Built to at
Outside Almera’s cabin In his werewolf form and on guard duty, Finn was confused as to why he unexpectedly felt too sleepy and exhausted. It was like he had been under some mysterious spell. All the memories came running fast, the pain was intense, and the past emerged from his brain like a tidal wave. Yet, the best thing about him was his magical warmth, which wasn't a drawback; it had become a floor that anchored him to his anger and his past. It was the bedrock of who he was, of the person he was born to be. Though he was born gentle and vulnerable, weak and kind, now he is a warrior, deadly and powerful. He wore his heart for all to see, and it took strength to do that, but he was no longer smooth or peaceful; now he was his own hero; he was his own champion. The disastrous course of his circumstances commenced that night. Many many decades ago. The young man lay on his stomach on the ground of the large common tavern in the rogues' quarters. To Finn's right, a group of his off-
Finn felt a surge of satisfaction at the applause but regulated his expression admirably, only tidying up barely. He mastered concealing his true emotions. Life on the street taught him that. He can cope better with people who are in touch with their true emotions yet appear "tough" than with those who have masked their own emotions to themselves yet appear "mild." Stage one of his maturation into his better self is being in touch with his true emotions. Becoming a better person was stage two. Thus, the former were at an advantage and easier to coach. Those who were both honest and mild-mannered are the elite all. "You know of my elite warrior?" were the master's next phrases. "Yes, sir," Finn replied. "What do you know about them, young man?" "Sir, um-hmp that they are your selection brigade for special tasks, sir." In truth, it was all that Finn could speculate about the distinguished party of elite warriors—the most respected among the men—whose midnight expeditions were cocoo
Henry approached the captives, who were dangling from a tree. He leaned in close to take in June, Ryan, and then Janet's features. In his murmur, he said something along the lines of "This woman is unusual; she smells like a lycan but also human. It has an odd scent that reminds me of Her Majesty Queen Janet herself. When June and Ryan heard the massive lycans, they looked to each other and toward Janet, who was smirking at them, as if to say, "I told you so." Henry continued, as he went to Janet's side and licked the blood from his forehead and raised his brows. "You are an oddity, little one. And you are not from around here, either. Who are you?" Henry and his band of mercenaries might have been the same ones that June's own people were on the lookout for. It was a long-running blood controversy that began some years ago. Nonetheless, June had been on the verge of passing out when he felt that all the blood flowing to his head from the wound made him conscious of the fact that he
Suddenly, they were knocked senseless by three lycans as they were transported to their secret lair when someone appeared out of nowhere and attacked them, rendering them unconscious. Janet's nose was dripping with blood, and a trickle of it dripped out. It did not drip down her chin, but rather up into her eyes and over her forehead, due to the fact that she, along with her partner Ryan and June, were hanging upside-down in the air. After being taken and strung up, they will be skinned alive and eaten by a gang of feral lycans who have come to take advantage of their situation. Earlier, however, the three had been attacked when they were seen traveling down a trail near the cliff, and their belongings, including their backpack and weapons, had been taken from them. And now Ryan and June were arguing with their backs to the wall. "I told you we shouldn't stop," June snarled at him. "But you dickhead, you weren't even forced to walk in front of us, but for your own bloody sense of im
"We need to check to see if my friend is still in the building.""Why?""Wait a minute, and you'll see."Before they knew it, they were being waved at by someone who said, "Thank goodness, your little train is still running." June uttered the words and walked over to the man, who appeared to be an elderly retired soldier."Nice to see you, young man, and I've received your secret message on my radio, and right now we must move quickly. After ten minutes, the train would depart from the station. I already had a secret compartment set aside for you three, but please don't leave your cabin at any time, okay? I've managed to bring on a dozen lycans. Actually, you're dealing with tourists, so keep your mouth shut and never, ever open your cabin door, okay? Unless, of course, it's me knocking on the door.""Of course, Joe, and thank you for your assistance." June wrapped her arms aroun
Suddenly, June shook his hands, as though he were attempting to dislodge himself from the spell of Ryan's lips. "It was a dirty trick," says June."Oh yeah? According to the person who made me drunk and then attacked me to prove a point. What is it about you that requires everything to be a test? Is it June? Remember when you chose the army over me?" Ryan said with a sigh, "We are done with that nonsense.""Come on, sweetie. Play fair now. Tests enable you to push yourself to new limits, mate," June moved in so quickly that he was standing by the couch one moment and standing right in front of Ryan the next. His punch was deflected by June, who moved more slowly than usual, and Ryan managed to avoid his punch back."It's a bitter past, Ryan! And I already apologized a hundred fucking times, did I?""I don't care! You still hurt me." Ryan added with a bit of a smile on his lips. He knew it drove June
June added, "I think this is going to be good." He murmured to himself as he sat in a nearby chair and rummaged through his backpack."This is the possible trail that we have to follow to reach the peak." "We needed a compass and a certain map to reach the cavern.""What cavern?" Janet asked.June gestured to his own graph and mumbled something under his breath, "There is a cavern at the peak of the mountain, and if I'm not mistaken, then there is a possible entry on the west side." So maybe whatever you've been looking at was inside the cave, right?"Worth a try." Ryan smiles, knowing full well that there was an adventure waiting for them.After two bottles of June's grandmother's wine, Janet was unable to keep her mouth shut. When she told them everything, they laughed at the foolishness of her tale and didn't believe her at first, but after an hour of hearing about the Scroll of Fate, the message behind Ethan's research paper, and her time traveling with Finn, Vergel, and Ethan, th
"No, not at this time." "I believe the trail has been buried beneath the sleet." She sighed as she took up a position beside him."Fuck it. I'm done with it. Does that mean we're stuck here? "I'm not sure whether I should be angry with you or grateful," he said as he turned away from her and back into the chimney fire."What the hell are you talking about?""While you were outside, I needed to go to the bathroom." "I happened to stumble into some sort of attic." Ryan went on to say that, as he stared into the flames, he felt something stab him in the back of the head. There was a ray of hope. Then he went on, "...and then I found this," he mumbled as he handed her a small brown military bag that looked like it had been abandoned."Can you tell me what this is?" "What am I supposed to do with this?" Janet inquired as she purposefully opened the back and began to untangle what was inside."That, Janet, you know. That notebook, of course. Take a look at it right now." He muttered somethi
Human Realm. Present Time With two warm sleeping bags of her own, Janet warmed up beside Ryan. They were lying close enough to the chimney's fire that Ryan could feel the warmth of it lapping at his face as their wet clothing dried on the brick quarters hanging near the vent as Janet added wood to rekindle it. When the storm had passed, Janet had buried the family in the snow a few yards away from the cabin, just in case. By the next day, however, the storm was still raging outside, with the entire bracket of the house trembling under the force of the storm's powerful wind. After his encounter with the father's dead body, which was lying in the living room the day before, Janet's eyes were opened. She couldn't help but wonder. She didn't mean to touch his forehead, but she was not expecting those memories to come crashing down on her like hurricanes. It was both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. Janet had no idea she possessed the ability to read the memories of someo
He nodded.She stroked his shaft with the curled tip of her hand, rubbing back and forth on his glans. "To bring you down before we even started," she snarled, her tongue slithering across his ear, causing him to moan. "Of course, I'd go further... I'd keep going until I thought you couldn't take it anymore, but I'm a kind woman. After all, I asked to have your soul... but let me have fun!"She giggled again before attacking the other side of his neck, causing Darwin to whimper again as his fangs elongated. He wanted to taste her. She pumped him carefully, tightening her grip and almost wringing his rod out. Her leafy scales moved on his naked skin and garments, wrenching and untwisting as she shifted her coils, all over again as he moaned.His body bucked, turning involuntarily against her shackling grip. He feared this would enrage her, but it didn't. It had the opposite impact: it was terrifying and erotic.She liked it. Her veins shifted to enable his reflexive twists to gain some
Darwin murmured. He was getting eager, clenching his thighs together automatically. Alicia hissed sensuously, her rich fragrance only marginally less sensual. "I can smell your blood boiling, I can smell your aroused soul, little vampire, just like what I smelled from the little sorcerer earlier—wanting it, wanting me." "I... I don't..." he began, unsure of what he was saying. He couldn't quite get what she was saying, but her voice was fascinating and alluring. He was in a trance; he understood, but he couldn't get himself away from her. "But don't you wish to enjoy the pleasure no dark creature can provide? What do you have to lose to get a taste of heaven and a replica of the manuscript? If you only accept, you will discover new passions." She slithered closer, her head brushing his hips, her eyes peering up into his. Her body loop softly nudged his back, her head rising in an arc again. Her movements were slow and deliberate, a lovely performance that soothed the senses. Nothi