"I'm going to do some things to you," his lips grazed her ear, his teeth biting her earlobe lightly, including her small ear ring that she had forgotten to take off before falling asleep.She hummed, not really thinking straight.Was this how it felt, to be taken?"Do I have your permis--""Yes, you have my permission. You have everything!"He chuckled darkly, his hands curled around her throat with a little force, restraining her.She gasped."You should have thought twice before giving that answer." His voice was deadly.From no where, there was a blindfold around her eyes.Which didn't make a lot of difference, considering she had already shut her eyes before.Suddenly her back was pushing into the hard bark of a tree behind her. He lifted her up against him, one thigh over his leg, the roughness of his robe grazing the underneath of her warm thigh. The other leg, dangling, not reaching the floor. Her hands raised to his chest, clutching his robes for support. If she had been stand
It was all that filled her mind. All day while Lady Kestra braided her hair and tried to chat with me, while also thanking her for covering up for her to the King some days ago, while she had gone down to the maids for her lunch and they had tried to have a conversation with her, it was all she thought about. She had even gone to the bathroom a couple of times to check all where he had held her tightly in her dreams, just to see if she could feel a little strain or pain but her bias mind wasn't allowing her to get a straight answer. She remembered all those times she had thought she saw something from her dream that always turned out not to be true. Like her dampened hair and rainbow water stained nightgown a few mornings ago.Right now, she was questioning everything.Had it been true? All of it?He had once asked her in her dream if she wanted all these to be true and she had answered in affirmative. So, had he fulfilled her request without her knowing it?Yet that wouldn't mak
Once again, she was in her dream, by the Beach, the usual place. She felt a hand over her stomach, her gown and the leather glove he had on, the only obstruction for his touch. She gulped, fighting that farmilar warm feeling that was already strangely taking over her.This time around she wasn't here for pleasure. She had questions and she needed answers. If she wasn't given, then she had it in mind to take it."You are always leaving hurriedly from me. Do I not please you?" he asked, referring to all the moments she had disappeared on him. "You do. You are my dream, pleasing me is what you do." She said more to herself than to him. He hummed, pushing her hair up so that he trailed kisses to the back of her neck.She shivered, from his touch, his kisses, his everything.He dangled a blindfold in front of her. "Do you trust me?" He asked.The sharp edges of the broken ceramic grazed lightly against the inside of her palm as her grip tightened around it, her eyes on the dangling bl
She had to wake up!She had to do that right now. Now would be a good time, Raquel! But it looked like Raquel wouldn't be coming to her rescue anytime soon.Then she remembered.The blindfold!She yanked it off immediately.Then she dropped to her kneels, the terrible ache that had crossed her head the first time she had attempted to see his face, taking total control over her.Pain. It was all she could feel.Crashing images.It was all she could see.When she opened her eyes once again, it was to daylight.She had never been so delighted to see that almost blinding sunlight that creeped in through the window in her life.She threw the covers aside, then rushed to the mirror.There was a cut on her bottom lip, at the same spot that had happened in the dream, the ceramic was still in her hand too, blood at the tip and edges.Her blood... his blood?She dropped it on the table, pulling on a gown before dashing to the bathroom to wash her face and brushing her teeth, so quickly that
The dungeon was scary before, now it was scarier. It seemed like the King had grown larger and he was towering over her. She sank into herself, shaking slightly. She had never seen the King like this before and if she had, she couldn't remember. Why was it that there were a lot of things that she couldn't remember? Could it be the fear that was pumping quickly through her veins? "Your M-majesty?" she stuttered. "You should have told me the moment you started having those dreams!" Her foot moved slowly against the stony floor, taking an unnoticeable step backward. "I--I--- didn't know," she cried, tears in her eyes. Was it from fear or from the fact that she sensed that she must have done something wrong? She really didn't know. There were a lot of things she didn't know right now. All the certainty she had in her theory and how sure she had been about everything a while ago, seem to have immediately vanished from her. "I---I--- didn't know." Her voice broke as she sp
Had he read her thoughts?Was that possible? Could he even do that?He had magic, although she had only ever seen him use it on his dragon, there was still a lot she didn't know about him. "In your dreams, had he been intimate with you in any way?" The King asked again, this time his voice angrier.She didn't know what things would await her if she admitted it, told him the truth, but from the looks of how he was clenching and unclenching his fists and how he had stated that this Bride Thief was an enemy that had to be fought against, she knew it would be nothing good."N-no, your Majesty," then she added quickly, "Not that all."He seem to have retrained into himself with relief, because suddenly he didn't look like a mighty beast of a man towering over her anymore.He looked straight at her and for the first time in a long time, she wished he wasn't wearing any mask. He was trying to see if she was lying and the fact that he had a mask on couldn't allow her to read his emotions to
The goblet hit the floor, the ringing sound filling the dinning hall as it bounced across the floor, stopping right in front of Lady Kestra's tall red heels.Long, red polished nails snaked around the cup, picking it up before the sound of heels clicking away on the floor as she approached the dinning table, filled the hall."Please, calm down, your Majesty," she said, placing the goblet gently back on the table.The day had gone by now and the darkness of the night was once again upon them, yet the King still remained furious about the reappearance of the Bride Thief."I cannot be calm!" He slammed his hands on the table with a force that dent it. His golden mask was still over his face but his eyes showed just how much anger he had within him. It was consuming."You are the Witch!" He snapped his attention to her and she stood still, folding her hands calmly behind her. "You performed a ritual to get rid of him last time. Why didn't it work?!"His voice thundered across the room bu
A week had passed but the palace was still filled with tension, one that held Belladonna in a tight grip.Although Lady Kestra had been coming as usual to style her hair while chit-chatting with her, like as if nothing had happened a week ago, the King wasn't keeping the same ignorant energy.He had not invited her for any breakfast, lunch or dinner as he used to, even though what he would have normally done during those times was to pay attention to his scrolls while he kept a mindless and dull conversation with her.In fact, not once had she come across him in the hallway, that could be owing to the suspicion that he might be avoiding her, but for the fact that she, herself, had been spending a lot of time in her room, she couldn't be so sure.Either ways, Lady Kestra had told her not to worry about it, but she couldn't help but worry.What if the fate that had befallen the other Brides, causing them to be replaced wasn't from the hands of the Bride Thief, but from the hands of the
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