warning: mentions and practices of bdsm. viewer discretion is advised.[ IN WHICH HE IS DOMINANT ]ROME'S P.O.V — My sexual nature is different from the others. I have been aware of this 'sexual nature' ever since I got my first hard-on. And I have explored the very depths of this unique sexual nature of mine with multiple girls, and it did bring me pleasure. Lots of pleasure. My first time had been glorious. Stars danced around my eyes the minute I released all the pent-up arousal. My wolf growled, immersed in sexual bliss. It had been beyond amazing, no word I knew of could describe what it felt like. But the thing is, with Faye, that sexual bliss multiplied. She was my mate, and she still is. Each moan that exited her lips sent my eyes rolling to the back of my head. And each moan of pain as I whipped her ass made me thirst for more. The breath from her soft lips burned my skin. Her sensual touch made my skin burn up as well. She was magical. And there is no doubt that she will b
warning: sexual content ahead. viewer discretion is advised. [ IN WHICH SHE IS SUBMISSIVE ]NOVEMBER'S P.O.V —Pain shoots up my ass as Rome lands his first hit.I let out a yelp, surprised by how fast he had gotten into action. I am still amazed to find that Rome is very much into BDSM. Bondage and discipline, dominance and submission, sadism and masochism. I have heard tons of stories and now, I am about to experience it first-hand. I have surprised myself by being immensely turned on by this. I like the idea of being tied and pleased. Who wouldn't?And this makes me wonder... did Faye ever see this side of Rome? She must have. Where is she? Isn't she going to scream in my head and try to stop me from relaxing into Rome's pleasing touch? The only time I wish to hear from her, she is silent. I bet she cannot bring herself to echo voices in my mind at such an intimate moment. My thoughts are disrupted when another smack is sounded in the air. The pain comes seconds after the hit. Pa
[ IN WHICH SHE DOES NOT ENTER THE RED ROOM ]“Shh,” Rome silences me. And I can tell he has an idea of what I was about to say. He has one arm around me, clasping my naked body to him. I feel his other hand softly trace my face, gently probing, examining me. His thumb brushes my lower lip, and I hear his breath hitch. Then, his hands finally come up to the blindfold. He unties it. Light floods into my irises, making them sting. So, I blink several times to get used to the light in the room. Once my eyes have adjusted, I see his handsome face hovering above me. He’s staring into my eyes, and I hold his anxious, burning gaze for a moment, or maybe it’s forever. “Once I am done with you, then you will know who you truly belong to.” Kiss me, damn it! I implore him, but I can’t move. My hands are still tied above my head. As if noticing my annoyance, he reaches his hand up and loosens the tie around my hands. Now my hands are free. I look up at him, and he looks down at me, his gaze
[ IN WHICH SHE RUNS FROM ROME ] NOVEMBER'S P.O.V — I am supposed to get up and leave Rome. That is the right thing to do. I now have the chance to turn all the wrong things to good.However, there is something weird. After plotting all of this with Luca — the meanest of the seven deadly sins — Rome is willing to let me go? It does not add up. Something is wrong and yet, I cannot place my finger on it. What if this is also another trap? I do not know who to trust anymore. No, I know who to trust: the voice in my head telling me to run from him. What I mean is, I do not think I can ever trust Rome. I cannot. There is nothing to think about here. The final is, I cannot trust Rome; I never will.Is it guilt that he feels? Is that why he has decided to let go of me? Has he finally accepted that I will never be his? Has he finally accepted that Sin will always have me? Or is it the creation of the blood bond that has made him accept all of this? Did he come to his senses after he had rea
[ IN WHICH SHE MEETS DEATH ] NOVEMBER’S P.O.V — I pull myself to a stop. I have arrived at the fields of grasses. After running for a while, I have finally reached my destination, but I reached with a beating heart and sweaty palms.Bracing myself on my knees, I crouch low as I try to catch my breath. Sweat beads on my forehead and my skin itches with sweat. I have been running non-stop for almost an hour. It is an impossible task, but when you know you have messed up and most likely destroyed your Kingdom, it becomes possible to run a million miles. Back on earth, I had seen several occasions that can be likened to my situation right now. One time in middle school, I was over at a friend's house for homework and we found out that his mom was heading back home and he hadn't done his chores yet. That moment, I learned that he could clean the house and do the dishes within five minutes. The fear of getting in trouble can push you to do the most unimaginable things. That is what my s
[ IN WHICH SHE SMELLS DEATH ] NOVEMBER'S P.O.V —“Where have you been?” The entire room falls into silence. The only noise that can be heard is the screams and cries of the people as they slowly die. But I hope it is their screams as they are being treated. However, the problems isn’t what is happening outside. The real problem is what is happening inside of the Mansion, inside of the throne room. “Where have you been, November?” Sin asks, grimly. Every eyes are on me. Every ear is waiting to hear my reply. I feel like a teenage girl who has been caught by her parents after sneaking out in the midnight. “I have been out.” I swallow. “Yes, I can see that.” He turns his body away from his warriors, looking directly at me. “Out where?” “I took a horse and went on a little adventure yesterday, but it seems I got a little lost.” The room remains silent. And so does Sin. I let out a whoosh of breath as I anticipate what is to come. What if they already know what I have done? Is that
[ IN WHICH SHE HEARS DEATH ] NOVEMBER’S P.O.V — “What the hell are we going to do now?” Atlas freaks out. His voice cracks from stress. After the King had dropped a bomb, the people in the throne room have started to worry. Death in person is approaching the Kingdom? That is the last thing people expect to happen. And everyone fears death, but to see Death face to face is an entirely different thing. I cannot imagine what will happen if I see Death face-to-face. I'd rather not let it happen at all.No one speaks. Probably too shaken and scared to utter a word. And the first person to express their panic is Atlas. “Because if we don’t do shit, I think we all are going to die. And I do not want to die. I have things I still need to do. My handsome face needs to be seen by millions.” “Calm down, Atlas, you will make everyone panic along with you.” Jacqueline retorts. “Um, excuse me?” Atlas gives her a sassy look. “Did you not hear a single word he said? Death is coming! I should be
[ IN WHICH SHE FEELS DEATH ] NOVEMBER’S P.O.V – Envy pulls out two sharp blades. She enters into a defensive position. Her eyes alert. Elbows out, ready to cut someone’s skin open. Her dark eyes watches the other warriors, and fear flickers in her eyes, but it is gone as soon as it is noticed. She has realized that she is outnumbered. Which means she is here alone. I stay quiet, analyzing her every move. “Sin, tell your minions to put their weapons away.” Envy warns. Sin straightens his back. “You are a threat, and they have been trained to react this way when they spot one.” Envy smirks, amused and angered. “Put down your weapons.” She tries to command them, but no one does her will. She is at the Grand Alkhemi. Her power is limited in the enemy’s territory. “You do not want to fight me.” “We will see about that.” Jacqueline’s eyes are fierce. I can almost see fire burning in them. “I did not come here to fight.” Envy replies. “Then why did you come here?” Eirene asks. Envy
[SIN’S EULOGY] I am cursed. I have been cursed to never find love. It is a curse placed on me by God to forever live my life in bitterness and loneliness. It is the price I have to pay for waging war against Him and leaving the Heavens behind. I am sorry I dragged you into this mess. I am sorry you had to suffer with me, November. And because of this, I will let you rest. I will not reincarnate you this time. I will not put you through this rivalry and madness again. It is hard to let you go, but I know it is what I need to do. I will let you go. I will let you go, Gwyneth. I will let you go, Faye Donovan. I will let you go, November Starkey. It is time for you to rest. You have been an impeccable Queen over the years. The whole Kingdom thanks you. I just wish those years were longer. You always get taken away from me when I need you the most. Or maybe that is how it was always meant to be. I was meant to never have you. You solved the riddle. Rome’s death was the only way
warning: you may cry.[ IN WHICH SHE DIES ]November’s last p.o.v —Rome’s body trembles beneath the sword. Rome has been stabbed in the heart with his own sword. He died by his own sword, both literally and metaphorically. I watch as he immediately drops to the ground. Veins pop out of his neck, head, and hands as he starts to lose oxygen. Rome’s bloodshot eyes glare angrily at me. I can see him fighting his own death, so I push the sword in deeper so that he can't fight it.This time, I have not been possessed by Faye’s vengeful spirit. This time, it is I, November Starkey that has decided to kill. I kill Rome, because it is what that is needed to be done. This is what I should have done a long time ago.“The Kings have to leave for a purer world.” I say as tears well in my eyes. I do not know why I am weeping at this moment. Well, I guess it would make me a total psycho if I don’t feel any type of pain after killing someone. “You are polluting this world, Rome. Your rivalry with th
[ IN WHICH ROME DIES ]NOVEMBER’S P.O.V —I slam the sword onto the metal bar. The action causes a clanging sound to echo through the Castle.The most important thing that the disturbing sound does is that it causes the Lycan to drop to the ground. Since he is at his highest level of power, it means that his senses are at the highest level as well. He gets triggered by his heightened sense of hearing. Rome’s monstrous voice growls in irritation as his hairy hands clutch his ears. I watch him with teary eyes as he drops to the ground.I don’t stop there.I keep on hitting the metal bar with the steel sword.Sin’s eyes search the room for the source of the sound. Confusion swirls in his grey eyes when he sees me with the sword. His size slowly decreases as his anger turns into confusion. I watch with teary eyes as his wings shrink to normal size.I stop when Rome has attained his normal size as well.Now, he is naked, but I don’t pry my eyes away. It is normal for a wereanimal to have n
[ IN WHICH SHE MAKES A DEATHLY DECISION ]… [you have conceived a child. Luca isn’t telling a lie] …Tears form in my eyes. “No.” I stare at Luca’s face which has now assumed the color of his red hair due to the reduction in oxygen. “It can’t be.”“Please, don’t tell me you are in doubt.” He grumbles. “You sleep with a man, without contraceptives and expect to not get pregnant? Come on. It can be. You exhibited all of the signs. The morning sickness. The emotional instability. The nausea and the pain.”Right there on the floor, I start to hyperventilate.My hands start to shake.Am I not too young to carry a child? I would be twenty soon, but right now, I am nineteen years old with a child growing inside of me. What is this? This wasn’t supposed to happen. I did notice that I didn’t get my period while I served as Queen, but I always thought it had something to do with my awakening as Faye Donovan. Faye Donovan is dead. My blood is black which clearly means that I died. Dead people ca
[ IN WHICH SHE LEARNS A SHOCKING TRUTH ] NOVEMBER’S P.O.V — I rise from the ground. The air is musky. Dust particles has polluted the air. My throat closes up at the reduction in oxygen and I begin coughing hard. Tears well up in my eyes at the painful action, but soon, my lungs grow accustomed to the dirt in the air. I take in deep breaths before I begin walking. Waving my hands in the air, I try to push the smoke and dust out of the air so I can see, but it is of no use. The dust settles in the air, refusing to leave. Realizing that my efforts are useless, I blindly pave my way through the Castle. I blink several times to get a clear vision of my surroundings. That’s when I see the body of the sorcerer laying half-dead in a corner. “Lake!” I yell as I hurry towards him. I drop to my knees instantly. I pick his body into my arms, shaking him awake. It doesn’t work. Lake continues to lay unconsciously in my arms. His arms fall to his side, limply. There is no blood on his cloth
[ IN WHICH SHE HAS TO SAVE BOTH KINGS ] NOVEMBER’S P.O.V — In no time, we get to the Castle. However we stop in our tracks when we spot something unsusual — the gates. The gates are always shut and heavily guarded. But not this time. This time it has been left wide open and unguarded. “Seems Sin has already made an entrance.” Lake squats, and when he rises back to his feet, he holds a huge black feather in his hands. It is the feather from Sin’s wings. “We have to get inside now.” I nod. We leave the feather laying there on the ground as we run past the gates. Once we get inside, we spot a crowd of guards gathered at the door. Their voices are louder now that we stand close to them. They’re all speaking in a thousand tongues, so I cannot decipher what it is they are arguing about. But from the looks of it, it seems that they are struggling to get the Castle doors open. “Come on.” I tap Lake on the shoulder, and he follows me. We both run towards the guards surrounding the Cas
[ IN WHICH SHE DEBATES ON THE LYCAN KING’S DEATH ] NOVEMBER'S P.O.V —“Hurry up, Lake!” I scream, not bothering to look behind me. “We need to get there on time.”“Queen November, wait up.”“There's no time, Lake. Let's go!” That's when a hand pulls me back, forcefully. I whip my head around, my curls slapping me in the process. Once I have been forced to a stop, my chest begins to rise and fall as I pant, struggling to breathe. “Why don't we think this through for a minute, huh?” Lake asks me, panting hard as well. We are both tired. We would kill for the opportunity to find shelter and catch our breaths. We have been running through Lucian City, trying our best to get to the Castle as fast as we can. The King had let his wings out and flown over to the Kingdom. He is fast. We are slow. If we waste any more time, Rome might have already been killed by Sin. “There's no time for that, Lake.” I glance in the direction of the Castle. “We need to get to the Castle. He could be killin
[ IN WHICH SHE TALKS ABOUT LYCAN BLOOD ]I feel worse than I did earlier this morning.My hands grip the sheets as I try to reposition myself on it.After my interaction with Luca on the roof, I immediately called on Eirene to help me back to my chambers. I couldn’t walk on my own. I felt dizzy, weak, and felt like throwing up for the second time. Eirene had noticed this and quickly informed the maids. When nothing they could do helped with my fever, they called on Lake. He did all he could to help. His sorcery of healing and medicine helped bring my fever down. But I still feel like something is wrong with me. Something or someone is still swirling within me, and it doesn't feel good.… [there is something wrong with you] …Her voice echoes in the empty room.“Yeah, no shit. You don’t think I know?” I groan in pain as I try to sit up on the bed.… [no, i don’t think you know] …“What are you trying to say, Faye?” I complain.My headache gets worse each time I open my mouth to speak.
[ IN WHICH ROME DECIDES TO SETTLE ] ROME'S P.O.V —“You are here.” I say.There's a ruffling sound behind me, and then, his voice sounds. “It seems you have been expecting me.” “Yes, I have been expecting you for a weeks now. We haven't spoken in a while. I figured you were due for another visitation.” I turn around to face him. When I catch the livid expression on his face, I decide to add, “Also, I could hear your heart beating angrily in your chest from many kilometers away.” Lust has a grim expression as he glares at me. “Good,” he says. “Then you know that I am furious. That I am angry with you.”With a sigh leaving my lips, I straighten my clothes. I do not want to have a conversation with Lust this early in the morning, but knowing how he is, he wouldn't let this slide until I give him my ears. “Don't you think it is too early to be angry?” I say as I turn my back to him, facing the full-length mirror. “And don't you think you shouldn't provoke me?” I move my hands to my