Nyka glared, her grip tightening around her sword. She made a move to step forward but someone tossed his sword to the ground next to her.“Saviour,” he said and he slipped to his knees. “Father?” Nyka questioned the man, stunned. “What are you—”“The Heir of the Lost Throne!” He bowed. “Finally.”More and more people tossed their swords to the ground and soon enough the chanting of saviour filled the air. With a glare, Nyka sheathed her sword and turned away. Everyone else might be foolish and desperate enough to believe the words of this “saviour” but she wasn’t. There was something about him that didn't put her at ease.Something about him that didn't feel right. She would find out what that thing was and put an end to this madness. That was a promise.“And I swear to you that every last member of the Houses against us shall I bring to ashes. Their blood will be our wine and their bones flimsy ornaments! This is my oath to you.” With a claw, he slashed his palm and made a blood
They stepped into a part of the cave and a curtain was swept aside gently for them to see the Channeller. Alaris stopped in his tracks, his eyes filled with a sense of familiarity. “You,” he said. The light skinned woman that was lying on the bed looked up at him. Her eyes were deep into their sockets and her skin seemed too light to cover her bones entirely away. Her sickness must be grave. That made Belladonna worried about her abilities, but now with Alaris words, that wasn't the only thing she was curious about. Who was this woman to Alaris? He seemed to know her?“Mother?” The word was a light whisper, there was doubt etched in there somewhere but there was the person presently in front of him that was putting that doubt at a conflict. With the help of Leader Tyrek, she sat up on the bed and she blinked. A gentle smile caressed her lips as she focused on Alaris. “I have no children.”“You look like my mother. An older version of her.” “You must be speaking of my twin sist
“No—” she heard Alaris object to it but it was too late. Something surged straight through her hand, from right right where their hands were in contact. She could feel the strange presence move through her, until it went to her head and she felt it fit into her mind. An odd presence; an added weight. When it was over, she opened her eyes.“Is it done then? You will show me the way.” The Channeler smiled broadly. “Of course. Just go to the Castle and I will guide you.” She nodded, then she stepped out of that section of the cave and headed back to the section they were in before. She could hear Alaris' displeased voice, sharp and filled with anger as he spoke to the Chaneller. She knew this would happen. It was for this reason that she left immediately.Belladonna felt light on her feet. She couldn't tell if it was from hunger or from the possession she had just consented to. Her head felt heavier than ever before. It seemed the presence of a sick Chaneller was greater than the
Lycan’s Realm.Aniya couldn't tell how much time had gone by but she knew it wasn't much. A couple of days maybe, but that was as all that there was to it. However, that didn't make her feel at ease at all. Arlo was doing so much better now and for that she was happy, but that still didn't get rid of her fears. Aniya knew that she was not accepted here, and she was constantly afraid of her food getting poisoned or someone attacking her and Arlo in their sleep; not that she got much sleep to begin with. She also hadn't seen Ikrus since her first day here.She didn't know how to feel about that. He was the only one she knew here, besides Oana - her new friend, at least that was what she called herself.She heaved a sigh as she paced around the room, patting Arlo's back to sleep. Aniya missed her family. She wanted to leave, this place wasn't for her nor was it for Arlo. She needed to get them out of here as soon as possible. There were no real plans in her head and she couldn't tell
Her body remained tense as she waited for him to drive his teeth into her neck and rip it apart; waited for him to give her that pain once again. She could already feel unconsciousness spreading around the edges of her heart. It was hard to breathe. With bated breath she waited for death, her fingers digging into the bed spread, her hands tight around Arlo. How could he be sleeping so soundly in a moment like this?Thump! Thump! Thump!But the bite she was waiting for never came. Instead, his nose rubbed against her skin and his tongue glided over her neck. Protest was at the tip of her tongue but the feeling that spread through her, from the depth of her stomach at this contact, was something completely different. Something she had never felt before. She shuddered slightly and a moan slipped past her lips. She arched her body to him instinctively for more— then she snapped back to her senses and pulled away immediately shocked. She staggered off the bed, moving far away from h
“Maybe the King is right.” Veris’ gentle voice conveyed harsh meanings. It fired up something in Ikrus' heart that even the gentle winds of the night couldn't put out. They were sitting on this part of the roof of the Moon’s Temple, detached from what was below and into the serenity of what was above. Veris loved to sit on this part of the roof, he always said it made him see the moon without any obstruction. His obsession with the Moon could be understood, after all, he would be the next Elder Superior, the one chosen by the Moon Goddess herself ever since birth. He was marked by the image of a crescent moon on his forehead, it glowed softly all the time. Maybe there would be more marks to come when he would finally take his place as the Elder Superior.Right now, he was only in training. It was no news that the present Elder Superior wasn't fond of Veris. He wasn't chosen by the Moon goddess but chosen by the Alpha, which meant that he had no direct link with their goddess. Veri
“So much merriment while we rot in hiding just because of a self proclaimed saviour! A self proclaimed savior that has done nothing for us. The Heir of the Lost Throne!” She hissed, baring her teeth. “For how long will this foolish behavior continue? It irks me!” Nyka said the moment she stepped into the section of the Cave that belonged to the Channeller. “And good evening to you too, Nyka.” A smile bloomed on her face, and she hurried to the Channeller who was standing at one side of the cave. Standing!“Gamama!” She slipped her arms around her in an embrace, overjoyed to see her looking better than she had in years. “You look amazing. Like the sun kissed your skin. The herbs must finally be working. I will go and gather some more…”The Channeller laughed. “There will be no need for that.” Then she pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Instead, tell me why do you hate them so much? It is not like you to hate without reason.” She asked as she cupped her face and tucked a couple of stra
It was a masked ball.By Ignas, that was just perfect. It was as if luck was on their side.However, Belladonna and Alaris weren't attending as guests, that would make things too complicated. They snuck into the castle, disguised as servants. The Royals never really paid them attention. Glowing hair was a distinct feature for the Royal members of the Houses, that was something Belladonna came to realize. So Alaris had to tuck his hair away in a tightly wrapped scarf, hide his scars with a mixture that dulled them away and added black long beards. He looked completely different.Belladonna didn't have to do much. There wasn't really anything distinctive about her to begin with, which she found really surprising now that she was noticing it. Alaris led the way into the Castle and he reported that they were here for duty.“I don't think I have seen you around here before,” a guard at the door gate. “We are extra hands for the ball,” Alaris answered. Belladonna tried to look as conf
Her stomach rumbled, but it was quiet, and for the sake of her dignity, she hoped that he hadn't heard it. “You don't need the sun, you need food; I know a place.”“Get out of my sun.”“I’ll take you there.” Quickly she was on her feet, his arm along her waist to keep her stable. “Are you even listening or are you just deliberately ignoring me?”“Deliberately ignoring you.” “What? I expect the elderly to behave with more sense,” she jabbed, annoyed with his interference. “There are no elderly here.”In a flash, he is with Arlo. Then before she could tell, they were before a table that must have been prepared for them only moments ago. She was dizzy from the speed but the lovely aroma in the air could not be mistaken; there was food here. She felt Ikrus push her into a chair and she took her seat, blinking to regain her stability and clear vision. When she finally did, she looked around. They were in a kind of glass room with flowers on the ceiling. The table before her was smal
She cleared her throat, changing the topic. “Is my age a problem for you, Ikrus?”He sucked in a deep breath, looking away, still thinking about why he had brought her and Arlo here - still trying to figure out his thoughts. “No. I was merely surprised, that is all.” “I’m not bothered either.” She leaned closer to him, a hair’s breadth between them, catching him off guard with her action. “Don’t worry,” she skimmed her fingers over his hair and he stilled, forcing himself not to move as more of her fragrance consumed his air. “I have always fancied old men.”What?!Old men?!Old men where?!“I’m not old,” he said, clearly offended. “You are thirty-two,” she said as she lay down and closed her eyes. “Exactly. I am not old.”She felt his shadow over her and she sighed, wanting the warmth of the sun on her skin once again. “You are thirty-two… and blocking the sun.”“That is not old at all.” He sounded like he was losing his mind, but his voice was leveled. She shrugged nonchalantly
She turned to him sharply, wheels turning dangerously in her head already to come up with a lie, her lungs clogging with fear, only for her to discover that he wasn't looking at her but at someone else. “Look! Arlo is walking!” He declared in hushed excitement. Aniya rolled her eyes, taking a deep breath of relief, tucking away the poison bottle. He didn't catch her, she could still kill him. “Arlo can walk.”“For long distances like that?” He turned to her, surprised. “Yes.”“Oh.”“In fact, we must redesign the room to accommodate him. He keeps on trying to pull things down.”Ikrus frowned. In a flash, he was holding Arlo who was strongly protesting against being held. He certainly wanted to play on the ground. “How old is the little one?”“Arlo,” she said, emphasizing his name, subtly ensuring that he wouldn't call him “little one” again, “will be two soon.”Ikrus nodded, taking the information in as he easily moved Arlo from one hand to another in his struggle to get down. “H
Aniya told her about the strange lily she found in her coin bag while telling her how she had come by it, although leaving out part of the poison, while watching to see if the witch had told Oana about what she was searching for. It didn't seem like the witch told her anything. “I have seen something like that in my room before,” Aniya said. “I’m scared of what it means and I am afraid—” she looked over to Arlo for the umpteenth time, “of harm coming to Arlo or me.” Oana was very concerned and she said she would tell the Alpha and Luna about it so that they could give orders for the Pack House to be thoroughly searched. Then Aniya asked, “What about last night? Why did the sun suddenly come up and merge with the moon?” She rushed to the window. “Everything seems normal now.”“Elder Superior said it was a result of something that happened in another realm. It is none of our concern; our Realm stays unaffected, and all the portals remain sealed.” Aniya panicked.Another realm? Wha
That night, after they had both eaten, Alaris took Belladonna to a nearby river, where a burning incense was placed on a leaf pad to float away. “It is to let go of the past and begin anew,” he has explained. It was something that helped Belladonna even though she hadn't known she needed it. Her heart felt lighter and with a more positive perspective, she left the river bank.The Belarion Rebellion and the rest of the Cave had fully returned now. Shortly after, Belladonna and Alaris started trying to create the army. They were once again under an open sky. Nyka watched from a distance, just like every one of the dragon people had been advised to do. Her father was right next to her, he wasn't supposed to be here. He was still injured from the torture he had received from the White King’s warriors that had captured him but he was terrified that if he as much took a step from her, the Heir would seize her and kill her. “What do I do?” Belladonna asked, trying to shake off the press
[LYCANS’ REALM]The coins vibrated on the floor, clanking as they added to the slight trembling she could feel around her. Aniya’s heart jumped. Quickly, she dashed to her bed and grabbed Arlo, taking him swiftly into her arms. She could hear a bell ringing from a distance. Voices of terrified people seeping into the air, even with her ordinary human hearing, the building chaos felt loud to her.What was going on? Before she could make it out of the room, though, she felt someone sweep her away, and in a flash, she was in an enclosed space, an arm around her, so that she held Arlo between them. She knew it was Ikrus; with such speed and the feeling of momentarily ease that went through her, it could be no one else. She hated the Matebond for many things but for this little ease that she could feel right now, she appreciated it a little. Even if this relief was a lie that everything was alright, it was better than the sheer terror she had been experiencing.The rumbling continued,
Finally, they were under an open sky.The Moon was full in its glory above them. “It is a perfect night,” Ny'ka said before intertwining her with Belladonna's.“Close your eyes.”She obeyed. “Think of the Bearer, of her grave, of her presence, and connect with her.”The Bearer. Belladonna allowed her mind to roam, remembering the silver-haired woman she would always dream about. She had never seen her face so there was no way she could see that. The image was blurry and soon it was nothing but darkness. “Open the windows, open the door,” she could hear Alaris' voice. Then she remembered her way of sealing the windows and the doors of her mind. So many things were happening in her mind. She could see the path to the castle, down to that room, to that sarcophagus, Then she was back in that room again - with the windows sealed and the doors locked.There was a white beam outside the window and a woman with long silver hair that shadowed her face.“Open the doors and the windows!”
“Don't kill me please, I believe now. You are the Heir, you are the savior. I see it.” Ny'ka begged. They were in one of the underground rooms, away from the people of the Belarion Rebellion and those of the Cave. This was something Alaris didn't want many to know about.“Please, take my life instead and spare my daughter,” Leader Tyrek begged. He knew what crimes Nyka had committed, the Priest told him everything.“You tried to kill me,” Alaris said to Ny'ka who was still on her knees, begging, tears running down her cheeks.“It was a mistake. It won't happen again.”Alaris smiled. “It won't.”He held her wrist and pulled her up, but while he did that, he crushed her bones, and pressing his flames into her skin, he healed her, just like he had seen it happen with Nightshade and that stranger in the Castle during their escape.It was an excruciating moment for Ny'ka and it didn't help that he did it again and again and again…By the time he was done, she was back on her knees, breat
The moment the ambush came upon them, some guards had taken Ny'ka and discreetly escaped from the scene. They were headed to the White King’s Castle to be highly rewarded for bringing to him the daughter of the leader of the revolution against him. They were supposed to take Leader Tyrek along too, but it seemed the guards who had him in captivity had been attacked. There would be much to tell the King upon getting to the castle. While they silently snuck away, Ny'ka found a way to free herself from the bondage and attacked them. She would rather die than have them take her alive; it was looking like that was the only option for her until she felt she had until Alaris' showed up. He descended from the sky with his massive leathery wings and he saved her; he killed the guards and swept her up into the air in his arms. In that moment, she saw what the others saw in him. A saviour.In that moment, something changed. “You saved me,” she said, the wind almost stealing her words away