I heard about the wrestling sport where Shun was the most excellent player. The prize was worth 100 gold coins. I watched him fight on the stage. Boys are uproaring their cheer for him while I remain observant at the corner. Shun wasn't wearing an upper piece. It was the moment, cranky to think, that I was pleased with his hunk body. He was drenched in his own sweat and every time he defeated an enemy, the cheer resonated louder. The guts he had to cheer with the crowd subsided when he found me in the crowd. The fat guy beside me was too busy to watch him, I enchanted my voice with a finger to make it sound like a man then asked, "What are those armbands for?" It had something to do with the rules but it ruined my view of his biceps. He answered without glancing at me, "It has an enchantment that balances the strength of the players." "Oh, to make it fair..." And as I observed, the first one to fall out of the stage loses. Shun was cracking the opponent's arm when I saw him looki
It was the beginning of my friendship with Lanasia. Technically, she's my only best friend, and nagging me about my mate has been a part of it. However, her life is in the line because of the Vengeance pack because of her connection with a silver wolf. We entrusted Hessuel's welfare to her brother, Cormelio. That was a highly confidential plan. One time, I was proud that I retrained any suspicious reaction when Biaco, the Alpha, visited my house. He was looking for Lanasia or the ones closest to her. Too bad, when I honestly told them the location, they knew at first that she was missing. "That's the only place I knew she lives but if she isn't there, I know not where else," I testified. I was caressing one of my dogs on my lap and he was sitting in front of me, discussing Lanasia's matter in the living room. The silence in between our conversation was the sound of distrust. He was suffering the mental torture of remorse throughout his life. His only way to conceal it was to a
I never expected throughout my entire life the pressure of preparing a script to approach that guy! I got a complicated chance when I found him being beaten in his cart. It quickly got into my nerves, making my raging enchast spark, until I saw him turn the table. From that moment I knew that his supernatural strength was working. Some civil knights passed by and I reported the incident. It was my chance to approach him but what happened was my uncontrollable concern for him reached him. The opportunity flew when he hurriedly left. Deep inside, it cracked my chest. Why can't he recognize me? I stalked him like a wind up to the forest where I witnessed his compassion towards a dead slave. That was enough proof that convinced me not to use him to free the slaves. I wanted to save them both. I lost track when he ran away fast, then his owl pet saw me but I overlooked it. I soon found out that he was arrested in the metropolis. I was among the army and the assigned Moon Priest in this
First ammo: act superior. The truth is I felt irritated with the way he humbles himself before his oppressors! He was totally wasting his strength! I scolded him in public, pressed a finger on his forehead to offend him, and walked away like a boss. In the end, guilt scolded me! I just told him not to be 'overly' humble, it wasn't my intention to make him feel extra bad after all the discrimination he had experienced. That act made me realize that I can't be harsh towards him, I'm mindful of his feelings. It was all part of my overthinking because he behaved the same—excited—afterward, especially when we rode the airship. I felt relieved. But that feeling didn't last long when I caught a glimpse of Zithri's mother. We met Zithri and I couldn't stop myself from stalking them that time. We didn't end properly. It trampled my pride that he was with his fiance while overlooking what I gave him: my womanhood. From the look of Zithri's eyes, he wasn't interested in running away anymore.
He fell sound asleep on the seat next to mine. That was how simple he was when drunk. I brushed my fingers to his hair, watching him sleep like an infant and face all red. Even tickling his hair doesn't bother him to wake up. My tipsiness subsided after I cast a spell upon myself and felt more wicked than ever. Now is my chance to take advantage of Hessuel for my own entertainment! In the meantime, I left him and Acro on the table and Matheo led me the way to our free room on the 2nd floor of their inn. It was a horrible room at first sight for a flashy lady like me. And Matheo wasn't quite generous in providing a room for a single bed. I drew a circle in the air with a finger for an enchast and our packed things dropped on the floor. I thought we would have to stay here for several days to discuss our next plan. And I also thought that Hessuel was such a docile and behaving werewolf when drunk until I found him at the root of the fray on the 1st floor. Worst of all, he picked the
Trembling. That was how I held a finger of Hessuel while he was carried by the pishnies using a blanket stretcher. It was the fear of losing someone that made me fragile. Matheo was the only one who pushed me to calm down until we got out through a small abandoned house in the forest. We only passed through it and the exit took us to a different forest where the sun shines. Acro flew ahead of us and I told Matheo that Lanasia was there. I told them that I would block the passage to block Elibur's pack and they all went ahead. The deal we had was irrevocable but the timing was under my supervision. I did activate an enchantment to lock the house and trapped them inside. When I caught up, Lanasia was with her family, dramatically reunited with her son. It was about 10 years since I last saw her before that day. There were tents on the spot. The pishnies took Hessuel inside and I came after them. A few days passed but Hessuel's consciousness was still ambiguous. It was mentally ted
He spent another day with Sherizzah, and that same day, I spent it with Maia and her wolves. They bound my hands behind and took me to a cavern far from the castle. Ominous growls of the werewolves surrounded me while being interrogated by their Luna. "Have we been conned by a moon servant? Perhaps some hunters offered you a bribe?" "What are you talking about?" "Don't deny it. Your action seems dubious. My wolves saw you opened the gate of this land. One of my wolves was found wounded because of an attempted invasion of hunters. How could you do such a horrible betrayal? You must have a purpose why you took the silver wolf here." "..." It was the consequences of my bargain with the moon. All the white wolves hated me, they either wanted death or eviction for me. The giant thorns and the frightful hole behind the Luna told me that they wanted death. Lying or diverting the truth has no room. "I made no bribe with the hunters. What profit can I gain from them anyway?" "Then why d
I came home with a heavy heart. But all sadness left me the moment my dogs welcomed me home. They were all jumping and dancing in joy as I kissed them one by one. Linly, who wasn't expecting my coming, was inside my home. She cooked and prepared everything I needed including the bath so I could take my time to relax. I told her everything that happened ever since we left. That was how she found out how devastated I am. I spent the nights watering my pillows with my tears. My dogs were unaware of my exact situation but they were there whenever they sensed me crying, licking my tears, and cuddling with me. Three is my golden retriever and my sweetest dog. She's also the one who loves to assist me in gardening and errands. She was holding the basket by her mouth when I bought sweets that might comfort me. And every time my mind rewinds memories of him, my spring shall be mixed with my tears again. I told all my emotions to Five. And his reverence while listening to me brought lightnes
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.