I kick him away on the chest to force him backward. His toughness and weight reflected on my nerves. He could be mighty. He has a square jawline, a naked upper to display his built body, and black pants matched with black shiny shoes—something not crafted for sparring. I initiated the question, "Who are you?" "Ask that weak man. He knows every single one of us anyway." "You... did that to him?" "I overdid it because of an outburst so..." He shrugs to finish the sentence to purposely mock me. "And what do you want from me then?" "Show me what you got!" He sprints towards me in an instant. He's fast but I can see his movements coming. I sway my leg against him and there's a sudden twist of his attack; he caught my leg instead then hurled me to a burning trunk. He's so mean! The trunk crashed into pieces when I was tossed there, spun around the ground, and my coat was left hanging on the prick of that tree on fire! As I expected, my appearance changed. "Oh, this is you wi
That question is like an answer to my strange feelings lately. Whenever I smell her sweet scent, even the identical, the heat is crawling up to my face. My eyes are excited to see her features. And I feel legitimate lightness in my chest when she's with me. "Uhm... can I have a crush on her?" "Why not?" He made a teasing chuckle. "Ironically, that's not the design. Have you felt the urge that you want her madly?" "Aha, I've never been asked such a blunt question as that!" I fake my laugh to be saved from embarrassment. "It's only natural for werewolves to have those possessive thoughts about the person they're attracted to. That's part of being born wild. That’s the call of mating. But we were created with the same intelligence as humans which makes it possible for the likes of us to act like them. But for us to cleave to humans is neglecting the design of the Moon Goddess. And that leads to a lot of sacrifices." "... just like you?" "Yes. Love makes you break any law, escap
The bulky and smooth giant mushrooms caught us underneath this pit. Dandeline is sitting on my lap while my arms are still locking her waist, and there is Acro flying above us. I can smell her hair directly and smile inevitably. But this isn't a marvelous day to flirt! "I knew it. There are set traps here." "You figured? Why didn't you tell me?" she complained in my ears. "You see, I found a hook on the trees the second you fell. I have no chance to tell you." "I should've known." "And watch your steps next time. The sag is obvious actually." "I don't mind. You're the watchman anyway. Good wolf~" Then she pats my head. She's having fun sitting on my lap even if we have the fullest capacity to get away from this trap now. When I heard crackling on the wall beside me, my senses automatically pulled Dandeline's head to cover her from showering us with needles! Every hole in the wall launches needles against us. My eyes are wincing for the upcoming body pain then will arise fr
“Dan, how werewolves originated?” "From the very beginning? Wolves were just wolves long ago. It's their nature to roam around every night and the light of the moon is their greatest source of seeing everything, the sun is too much for them. Some packs were grateful enough to howl and worship the moon because of its generosity. In return, the one who lives on the moon—the Moon Goddess, gave them a gift of intelligence. "The only creatures that have the greatest intelligence are humans, and because of that gift, those wolves received the power to shift into a human and have the same intelligence like them. These packs were told to multiply, gain more wisdom, and be united. That's when she created the mating system. They consistently worship the moon until the number of werewolves increases in number and they petitioned to have someone lead them. "That's when the hierarchy started; Alphas and Lunas, Beta, Gamma, Delta, and Omega. The packs have different breeds before; white, black, r
The pishnies were frightened because of my reaction. I apologized later on then their fear vanished as they tried to communicate with me. But I can't understand what they're trying to tell me. "Okay, just show me what you want to say as much as possible." They exchange glances with each other then the pishnies pull my pants again as they lead the way to somewhere. They can understand me but I can't understand them. They have better perceptions than I do! There's an old room hidden inside a big tree hole. They opened the wooden door for me and the interior surpassed my expectations. The ceiling is high for my height to pass. It's guaranteed that this room was used by a human. And I only have Matheo in mind. However, the room is filled with an abandoned heap of papers on the table, scrolls on the cabinet, and several drawers. Similar to the library of the mages I've seen before. On the table at the center of this medium extent, outdated notebooks were left by the author. Each page h
The sweet scent of cake is calling me. "... Wake up... Hessuel, wake up!" That voice resonates in my head. I'm trying to respond according to its dictate but my body seems to lack the strength to move a finger. "Hessuel, can you hear me!?" her voice trembles. I throw all the energy to open my eyes. I thought 'twas the rain that drops on my face but it was Dandeline's tears. I can't speak. Another familiar voice resonates before I groan from the severe pains in my body when I'm moved. "I'm sorry. You have to endure it well," Matheo pardoned. ☪ ✧ ✧ "Hey, Hessuel... that's what you're called, right?" A girl wearing a peach dress is looking at me with her knees bent, elbow on it, and chin above her palm. She's smiling sweetly but notwithstanding this stranger is frightening me considering my weak condition. I'm howling and groaning at her to keep her away, but she reaches me howsoever with her gentle hand. "Let me help you! I'm not a stranger, my parents and your father have s
"You were preserved in a giant owl nest for about two centuries. Your father, who is the Eldar, did it. He wanted to keep that explanation with you. The moment you wake up, your power remains sealed, your appearance is altered, and memories are concealed from you. But of course, your father won't let you wander alone. "My ancestors are direct relatives to your father. They adopted him at a young age and trained him to live with humans. A similitude with your experience. To watch over you was his plea. He wanted you to end someone's condemnation and weaken the enmity of the werewolf race. Not even that reason is clear to me. Maybe you'll understand soon. I entrusted you to my brother when the Vengeance pack has their eyes on me. I had to hide in this dimension throughout those years. That also means that I cannot guarantee your safety if you're with me." "It was all your fault after all," Zaeramil is glaring at me when I look at him, "why my family suffered separation for years." "H
"Mrs. Lanasia!" She's packing the needful things on the table and Matheo, with his son, is folding the tent. Everyone is busy while my mind is preoccupied with the conversation and deal I had with Dandeline! It's a shame not to help them, so I did help Lanasia in packing her things. I don't have my own anyway. And while doing that, I address to her my concern then requested in the latter, "Please make her change her mind!" The laugh she made is promising enough that I shouldn't expect any help from her. "Don't be a coward! She gave you the chance. It's a sheer opportunity for you to prove how much you can sacrifice for her." "You're right, but... my hair..." I've been holding on to my creed that my long hair is my lifetime asset. Not even Cormelio can change my mind. "Hessuel, it's a choice between your hair and Dandeline." She's holding back a laugh. "And besides, you'll grow your hair again if you give it up now. No worries! I'm looking forward to your new look." "Mrs. Lanasia
If you’re here because you’ve finished reading the book, you have my deepest gratitude. To anyone who gave their best to read this book, in any legal way (or not through a 3rd party beneficiary), I salute you. Will there be a book 2? -None. Please? -No. This is the end of Hessuel & Dandeline’s story. Seriously, I just tried a werewolf genre and finally proved to myself that this isn’t my cup of tea. We Asians prefer vampires. *chortles* Will the twins have their own book? -No. They will stay kids in your imagination. Will Hrista & Andrew have their own book?-Yes. Their book is part of the contemporary romantasy series I’m building. Which means this book is a side story of that series. It wasn’t the plan at first, this was planned to be a stand alone book, but midway I fell in love with the characters of this book & decided to connect them to the universe of this beloved series. I have big dreams for this series & I want this book to be part of it. Meaning, some of the scene
At the hotel, I remove my outer garments and tight clothes, loosen my shirt and lie down prostrated on the huge bed. All night digging for the newlywed's honeymoon isn't real! I'm too tired throughout the preparation and the whole day of the great day! Dandeline is taking her time in the bathroom and I nap while I wait.But, my waiting took longer than her time inside the bathroom, the squint of sun rays was coming inside the room already! I fell asleep facing her, she fell asleep facing me. I stare at her face for a while, then reach for her nape and hair. She woke up with my touch."Hey…""Why didn't you wake me up last night?" I asked."You seem so tired I don't want to disturb you, so I postponed my plan." She stretches her arms and thighs shortly.
I still woke up late when I am supposed to be the one waking up early! A folded bathrobe is prepared underneath my feet. Wearing that, I squinted in the living room and found Hessuel getting himself ready to leave while holding a bouquet."Where are you going?"He is too occupied. He turns his face to me before looking with his eyes. "I have an errand~"I skip steps and help him fix himself, but then he requests me to hold the bouquet while he fixes his shoes. He seems lively, probably because that's what it feels when money is expected on the way."Where are the twins?""Back to school.""Ugh, sorry, I woke up late."
The day finally came when I sealed the spellbook that contains the power of the moon in front of the pulpit of another mage school. My strength is even lesser now, but it doesn't bother me if this is equivalent to an increase in time with my boys."Is this your final decision?""Yes.""From now on," an enchanter declares, "you are a retired moon priestess. Your name shall remain eminent throughout the mages' history. You have done a good, and quite risky job. Hence, we are grateful for your services." He made me sign the declaration which all the witnesses in this chamber have signed as well.Shortly, I left the solemn room and met Lanasia waiting outside. At first, she taps my toga, and then she hugs me tight. "I'm gonna miss you on duty! You have no idea ho
Afvshaganifs is imprisoned in the main forest castle in an empty room guarded with tough magic. The door is only a messy sketch on the wall and only my power can make it work. I expect to be surprised since it's the captain who's inside. But not at this level— "What the..." Supposedly, the room should be completely empty but she provided a royal chair, a gallant coat dress paired with a big hat, and eye shades for her own while sipping a luxurious wine in front of her levitating spellbooks! "Great. You look more like a lady now. Do you have to dress like that in prison?" "What, would you rather see a hot captain than a glamorous queen?" she replied with the flickering of her painted nails. Her dead personality somewhat mismatches the fashion. The confidence blinds me! "I just hope this has nothing to do with Tanya's influence. Anyway," in front of her, I flipped my skirt first and then sat in the air as if there was a visible couch, "I came here for confirmation after I prosecu
"You're gay?" Hessuel asked."No. A real woman." He magically makes his hat appear in his hand and wears it, later, his tied hair grows longer and as he crosses his legs, his features change into a woman. "I am not a queen of pirates for nothing," she said and her voice was an actual woman!Unable to close my mouth, I can't believe a woman has been flirting with me! She adds,"But I became converted to my male version that even in this body," she approaches me and smells my hair, "this woman in front of me still attracts me.""Shoosh!" I drove her away like a fly!Hessuel pulls me behind him. He is calm compared to me. "Then it means you killed my mother to claim my father? Because of jealousy?" he questioned. I looked at his
(Dandeline's POV)"What? Lanasia is not here!?""She's not in your house? All I know is she visits Hessuel to have his statement regarding the ongoing investigation.""She's not. All of them are gone.""That's alarming."Eventually, instead of Lanasia, I brought Matheo to their old house to ask for his help in the gateway. He opened the door of the dark cellar and told me that "Unfortunately, I am not the guardian of this world anymore. What is your intention there?"Pinching my chin, I stare at Acro in case she can give me an answer. Unless I see them safe, I will not be at peace. Hessuel is not in the condition to go anywhere without me. Perhaps I shouldn't have left those dogs!
A candle is the only light inside. In a blink of that sudden darkness, he turns into an adult again. An ax is hurled at me coming from the darkness and I tilt Lanasia with me to dodge it."Good reflexes," he praised. The ax flies back to his hand. He stretches his hand and grips his clench. I felt a powerful hand strangling my throat and I was pulled onto the table. I am far beyond the reach of his hand but its shadow on the wall—because of that candle—reaches me."Stop this! This isn't going to solve anything!" Lanasia slams the table, and when she is about to do magic, Afvshaganifs casts her out of the room and locks the door.Given that idea, I pushed the table until he was dragged and jammed into the wall behind him. I ran to him on the tabl
I'm lucky to find records about the pirate in my father's journal here in his office. I've spent hours reading to my advantage during our travel whilst the pishnies have been counting my yawns."Look! A big fish~!""Get him!""Hed! Danteleon! Don't jump through that window!"My father and the pirate are indeed friends for a long time ever since their school days up to their mage career. The most helpful record is my father's gift to the pirate in exchange for a reviving spell because this is what we've been looking for. A pishney gave me the blueprint of the architectural design of the ship."Kids! Stop—!"I heard a splash of water.