The black flames oozing out of him were enough to tell the tale of chaos within him.He was dying, burning in the flames of distress.He needed his Sasha and there was no way back.He slowly raised his head, his stare fixated right on Rayla. She visibly flinched and began to take steps backward, getting ready for a run to save her life. "Get ready to pay." He growled like a wounded beast. Gently making his Sasha lay on the ground he slowly raised to his full height. She wasted no second to turn around and run as a spell left her lips in a barely whole word. Her lips shivered and her feet felt like they were on the verge of giving up.She knew if he got her, she would perish.Everything went according to the plan but the outcome was not what she expected it to be. She expected him to blame his good-for-nothing lover like he did back then but this time he saw right through her games.Indeed Makaria was right. He was not what he used to be.No one would be the same after all those deca
(SASHA POV) It was painful.Unbearably painful.All I could feel was pain and all I could hear was him until that also vanished and I felt myself completely drowned in a black water, where I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, and couldn't see yet the pain in the form of suffocation embraced me ever so tightly.So this was the end.I always wanted this.I always wanted to meet death whenever I was near him.Being in his vicinity made me obsessed with the thought of my own end.But...upon finally meeting my end, I realized that I didn't want this.I wanted to live.I wanted to see him destroy me more.Yes, I had finally gone insane and even the thought of it did not trigger the long-due fear in me.The chances of meeting him always terrified me but there was something else along with it. Excitement...looking forward to how low he could fall just so he could destroy me more in his own sick mind of an insane lover.But that was it.This was the end.End for the betterment.And just like th
SASHA POV.Everyone I ever met had played the crucial villain role in my story. And my existence was the beginning of it all.Just once I thought I had a grasp of my past only to find out I was nowhere near it.Staring at the woman in utter shock, I took a step away from her unconsciously. "You...w-who are you?" I asked, my gaze fixated between Grace and the woman beside me. "I am her mother and my name is Makaria, the goddess of death." She declared and yet another bulldozer of shocking news fell on me, leaving me a mess within. "Makaria? If you're Makaria then who is that?" I asked, pointing at the Makaria I knew."Her name is Leona.""Does that mean she is not the real Makaria?" I asked, my eyes were hurting at this point because the way they were widening from time to time seemed like I was on a mission to have them out of my sockets."The woman in the current world is Makaria. Makaria is not only a name. It belongs to the queen of witches. When I died she took my position, gain
Grace ruined their love.These words...I never thought I would hear them.No wonder why Rayla hated me so much.I took someone extremely dear to her.Words wouldn't spill out of my parted lips, my wide eyes wouldn't spare him as he walked towards me. My mind was numb yet those thoughts wouldn't stop creating chaos.What mayhem have I created?"W-Why?" I could barely let the word out. It felt like my breath was stuck within. "Because of me," Makaria said and quickly grabbed my shoulder once she noticed my face going pale. "Breath lady. You have just started this journey. There is worse to come." Makaria massaged my back and I wheezed. I was trying but I couldn't breathe. Upon seeing me struggling Makaria pressed her two fingers on my back and the breath flowed in my lungs like a puke that leaves the mouth of a drunk."You need to get a grip on yourself." She said with concern. I nodded at her and looked up at Ragnar as he walked past me. My heart skipped a beat when I felt the comforti
The King was...Atlas.As far as my thoughts could reach...this past of mine goes beyond the end of my thoughts. Leaving me breathlessly and utterly miserable. Every single person I knew had played a role in my past. This one right here was the most shocking of them all. It suddenly made sense...Atlas's unnecessary death was not the definition of Ragnar's brutality, it was his revenge.Though Atlas was kind in my time but all Ragnar could see was the King who ruined him. All this time I thought he was the monster who wanted to terrorize me with his brutality and he also never explained his actions. He gladly went with the label of monster I threw at him because he knew he was deserving of it. All these decades played a role in making him inhuman and thus he just couldn't differentiate between his revenge and an actual kill.The actual monster walked past me and sat on his throne. The throne I was so proud of did nothing but bring a sense of shame to me. My ancestors were nothing like
Chest tightened, breath strangled. The feeling of suffocation so pure felt like I never died and this was not just only my soul but me as a whole in the long gone vicinity of those monsters that wrote the destruction of a man so pure and a century-cursed face of mine. My eyes never once left him.He sat on his respective chair, his head slightly low and form disheveled unlike before. He lost his light because of this war, the light she saw in him in phase two for the first and last time. Higher-ups conversed among him but he looked lost. Lost in the trauma he just gained by killing and losing his loved ones such as his lover and sister.What would happen when he would come to know about reality? That he killed innocents. The one he needed to save the world from was the one he bowed down to and obeyed. I didn't like anything that was currently going on around me, although the destruction had been done centuries ago the outcome was still lurking around in the form of Ragnar. "Ragnar
At the party.Makaria left me on my own and strictly warned me not to touch anything. Not like I was going to touch anything anyway. The slow music in the hall and chatter of people indicated that the party had already begun. I don't know where Makaria went but she told me that she would find her way to me, I don't have to look for her.As my invisible figure strolled down the path to make my way to the party, my steps came to an abrupt halt when I came against the man for whom the party was being held.Ragnar, dressed finely in a royal suit with his black hair nicely combed back, adding extra seasoning to his already manly vibe. He quietly walked down the path with an emotion so visible on his face, even a blind could see.He looked sad.Depressed.He was really bad at hiding his emotions, huh.Ah, how could such a simple man be so manipulative and wicked in the future.This cruel world and his immortal life within this cruelty surely changed everything about him.I stood like a stat
THE SIXTH PHASE Ragnar's first month in the Kastron Kingdom and where he met Grace.The Kastron Kingdom has changed a lot since back then, even more than Walton did. Maybe, he loathed the fact that he didn't want to rule over the same kingdom as his ruination did so he progressed it to such an extent nothing was left like before.However, the castle was not changed at all and I wondered why the most traumatizing space of his past was left almost untouched."Didn't Ragnar find it weird that his king badly wanted to join hands with the vampires?" I asked Makaria while staring at the view before me. Before me sat Logan on his master chair and beside him was Ragnar as both were having their dinner in a fancy dining hall.Everything... Everything in the castle seemed like it was left untouched by Ragnar."He did but in order to vanish the witches, it was not possible by only humans. According to what was shown to him witches were a threat to both vampires and humans." Makaria answered."S
*A year later*The month of November.THE VALLEY OF GONDEN One of the most beautiful valleys existing within the mountains of the Gonden. The half frozen waterfall had a calm sound to it, the sun rays casting on that waterfall giving it a shimmery look, one so sightful that it was hard to look away from it.Within the valley, a clan of a strong bloodline was colonized.The sky had a soft glow to it that casted on the valley from above the mountains that had a little snow decorated on them. The valley of Gonden wasn't a land of heavy winter, it sure snowed here but not much as compared to other places. The clan was roaring with humanity. The kids were running around, chasing each other. A shepherd leading his flock nearby the valley within the tall grass that swayed with the wind.The clan market was bustling with people and within that market was a famous tea house filled with people. In the corner of that tea house sat a couple.Ragnar and Sasha.Though among commoners they still lo
Her drenched figure bounced on the king-sized bed as a gasp escaped her lips. Before Sasha could catch her bearings he was already on top of her, devouring her neck with rough, open-mouthed kisses."Ahhh," She moaned, her hands shot up to his shoulders. Trying to pull away but he didn't even budge, instead he tightened his grip on her waist. If she knew he would get jealous like this she wouldn't have asked the guard to practice with her but then again it was her fault because she forgot how possessive he could be."Ahhh, calm down," She breathed, her chest heaving up and down as he continued to brutally devour her neck. His wet silver strands stuck to his back as water dripped down his chin and clothes. He was really going to make a mess out of her and she knew there was no way back.Ironically, she wanted that to happen. How badly she had gotten used to him.He grabbed her neck and looked down at her, a fury of jealousy dancing in his eyes as he growled against her face. "Calm down?
*A week later* "Drink." Ragnar commanded rather sternly as he put the glass filled with blood in front of Sasha on the breakfast table. For the past week she had been sick because of the turning process and was now finally out of bed. Though she was craving blood but her mind still hadn't processed that she was a vampire and needed to drink this nasty shit to go on."Ewww!" Sasha made a puking face making Ragnar narrow his eyes on her rather comically."I've never seen such a vampire like you." He said almost sounding disappointed and she glared at him. "Well now you see." She said, sounding exactly like him. They were picking each other's traits. Ragnar blinked several times with a constant narrow gaze, telling her he wasn't playing around. "Drink or you will fall sick again." He said and her eyes widened. "Vampires get sick too?" Sasha said and he sighed. "You just did, silly." He said. "It's like raising a child." He whispered under his breath and she heard him. She glared at him
"Can you give me a favor?" Sasha asked.Sasha placed a bouquet of roses on the grave with the tombstone having the name Rayla carved on it with gold. Once she placed the bouquet, she straightened up and stepped back, staring at the two graves of Rayla and Leona. Ragnar buried them in the royal graveyard of the Kastron Kingdom. A sigh escaped her lips as she closed her eyes and joined her hands together, praying for their peace in the afterlife as Fiona who was standing beside her did the same.Once they were done, they finally let their hands fall to their side as they quietly gazed at the two graves now having flower bouquets placed on them by Sasha."Why did you want to come here?" Fiona asked, the wind blew past them making their hair twirl around it. "You seem to look quite interested in the shattered stone as well." Fiona said what she noticed about Sasha yesterday. Sasha smiled softly, gazing down at the graves with a hint of sadness in her eyes."I had a dream of them." Sash
A week later*In the dining hall during lunchtime."Here, eat more," Ragnar said, putting five more chicken wings on Sasha's plate. Her eyes widened. She was already struggling to finish the previous wings he had put on her plate. "Mm, no way." She said, putting the cleaned bone on the plate and sliding the plate away. With his fingertips, Ragnar slid the plate back in front of her. "You haven't eaten much. You need to increase your appetite." "My appetite is enough for someone like me," Sasha replied, sliding the plate away."And someone like you is too weak for your own good," Ragnar said, sliding the plate back in front of her as he gulped down some blood that was resting in his glass."That barely made sense," Sasha said and wiped her mouth with a handkerchief."It did to me," Ragnar said and Sasha sighed. He was always up for an argument. For the past few days, they had gotten closer and Sasha never thought there would be a time that she would enjoy being with him instead of fe
Sasha gripped the bedsheet for her dear life. Even the strong headboard of the bed was hitting the wall violently because of his brutal thrust. She felt completely overstimulated and overwhelmed while being under him like that as he took her like a beast in heat. "Ahh sl-slower," She could barely manage to let a few words out. "Huh? Faster?" He asked, a devilish smirk plastered on his handsome features as he went even faster making her eyes widen. She was a moaning and trembling mess. All she could do was lay under him and take it till it was over.At this point it wasn't even painful, it was just too much pleasure for her to handle. She felt like she would go unconscious. "Ahhh," She cried out in pleasure, his grip tightening on her waist as he went harder. Her legs that were on his shoulder, powerlessly fell down between the curve of his arms.Sasha gripped the bedsheet even tighter, her body was completely wrecked under his control. He was claiming her to his heart's content. He
"You know what? Fuck everything and bon appetit." He kissed her chest making her gasp.Sasha put her trembling hands on his shoulders when he began to pull the string of her dress with his teeth. His hands went inside her gown and squeezed her soft thighs. He'd be exploring her body before she could. She might have a lot of scars from the last battle and she doesn't even know how hideous they might look.He pulled the gown up till her stomach, exposing her bare legs and undergarment to his hungry eyes. He squeezed her thighs while his teeth continued to pull the strings of her gown."Hmm you have weakened." He said while massaging her thighs. Of course, she had. She was asleep for a year with no proper meal or exercise. "No worries, I know how to fatten you up." He mused and began to plant open-mouthed kisses on her neck making her whimper and moan. "The smell of your blood is delicious." He growled, licking the area where her pulse was beating. He wanted to suck her blood but restra
"Your husband, Ragnar. He is back."Her fast footsteps echoed in the corridor, the maids immediately made way for their queen as she sprinted past them while holding onto her floral sleeping gown that she hadn't changed from. The drums got louder the more she got nearer to the main terrace of the castle. Her steady heartbeat now thumping abnormally in her chest.The anticipation was gnawing at her flesh.Sasha opened the door of the main terrace from where she could have a clear look of him entering. Her hands grabbing the railing and body moving forward as she stared at his caravan.Her eyes shone even brighter when the sun rays struck them. Before her was her Ragnar, he sat proudly on his stallion. His silver locks which he had cut short were now back to their longer length, they swayed in the air giving his overwhelmingly handsome presence some extra points. He was walking towards the main door of the castle and right above that main door was the main terrace where Sasha stood.He
PRESENT AUTHOR POVThe birds danced around the Kastron castle, chirping in delight. The fresh sun rays cast a beautiful glow on the darkness of the castle, some of the rays seeping through the curtains that shadowed the within of the castle.The wind played around, caressing the curtains and making them flutter. Within that peace of the castle, laid Sasha on her King-sized bed. The pillow beneath her head drenched as tears streamed down her temples. She looked like she was having a bad dream but the tears soon stopped streaming when her eyes slowly opened, taking the first thing in her sight that was the Royal ceiling.Her gaze danced around the room and she realized that she was in their room. Her and Ragnar's room but the latter was nowhere to be seen. "Agh," with a groan spilling out of her lips, she slowly sat up on the bed, her gaze still dancing around the room. It seemed to her that she hadn't been here for so long. Sasha looked down at her drenched pillow and then back at h