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
Grinding the ingredients for the foods, I wake up early in the morning to make the kitchen busy. It's not easy to move with a growing life in my womb within the months of its constant increase. My fingers slightly increased in size and my cheeks are a little bit plumpy from the usual. But that won't stop me from eating what my mind wants. After 2 hours of preparation, I lay every viand and dessert for a single consumer on the table. Oftentimes, I have been drooling over food since 4 months ago. This kind of feeling is phenomenally priceless. I prepared spicy fries, boiled cabbage with sweet mayonnaise, and crunchy roasted meat that cracks whenever jammed in my teeth. And because of that sound, the dogs are watching me. Although I cannot catch their glances because they look away whenever I try. My peripheral view helps. I dip the fries in the sauce and eat and look at the dogs again, they avoid my glance. Every animal is naturally gluttonous. That's why I never share even though I'm
Elibur and two wolves are with him outside a prison room. Both sides are walls but it requires a magical key to make the door appear. They greet me except the Alpha. "You're gonna have to see this," he said. "And tell us about the situation." His blazing enchast draws a door on the wall by fire before he opens it. The empty room may overdose the boredom of the prisoner. But the wolf seems comfortable with a single, bulky maroon, mattress. He's complacent because his safety is eccentric. I praise Elibur, "You're kind to your prisoners." "The wolf did it." They have been attentive since Elibur opened the door. However, the white werewolf—that has a unique glow of fur—is peacefully napping on that mattress. I make cautious steps toward the wolf. When I manifested my spellbook, Elibur stretches an arm in front of me in defense. "I'll be fine," I assured. And he insists, "It's still my accountability if an incident attacked you and your child." I shrug my shoulders and proceed
I wasn't aware that I'd been making it void until today. I stoop down and weep. "I... I can't say the same words anymore..." "Yes, you can! Don't bind your perseverance over your fear!" The way she knocks my senses out of me rubs salt into my wounds. She's the only person who knows. She's the only person I never thought I'd been waiting for. And that made me pity myself dramatically. "It's my fault! I plan my own sadness! I am so weak! I'm so selfish!" "Okay, calm down—" "It's my fault why he suffered... and suffering! It's my fault why he looked at me with such cold eyes! I ruined his life! He's the real victim, not me... I don't deserve him! I'm not worthy of his love!" I continued. Lanasia is trying to tame me; caressing my shoulders and finger-combing my hair. "How could I... How could I bestow misery to that kind werewolf!? How could he love someone like me!? What if he falls out of love because of my perversity!? I am not worthy to be his other half, I only broke his whole
We came into the emptied garden dome. Cormelio's journal has been lying dead on the table after I sealed it along with the house. It's meant to be read by a relative but I felt a sudden guiltless urge to read it before. Lanasia turns the page emotionally while she's sitting on the swing bed. "You don't have to feel inadequate. It was you who gave your brother a wonderful purpose in life. And it was to nurture the silver wolf. He didn't regret it in the end, the truth is it made him happier. It's written in his journal. See for yourself." She drops the book on her lap. "What's the point of suggesting that I read this if you're up to spoiling?" "Because you're my friend." "Not quite an answer." I play a tap on her lap with a smirk. "I'll head out first. Take your time," I bid goodbye. I finally claimed my moment alone again. The heat of the morning sun refills my hope for today. I came across several villagers on the neat streets and I've been avoiding eye contact until I reac
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.