[ IN WHICH SHE IS A SPEEDSTER ] Fear grips me. The three young guards are no longer behind me. It feels as though there is a lump in my throat as I peer around the market. My round, brown eyes rove around the area; they weave through the crowds of people, over carts and buildings as I try to find the men who have been charged with the duty of keeping me safe while I run away from the possible threat the Grand Alkhemi holds at the moment.Lake, Eirene and Atlas are gone. It makes me wonder how long I have been running, lurking around without them. The thought alone makes me anxious, and unsettled.My grip on my dress tightens as I walk backwards. I do this in order to retrace my steps. "Lake." I call out. I walk further in the direction I came from, wondering if I had lost them behind a building. “Atlas? Lake?” My breath shudders as I call for the third time. “Ei—” Someone suddenly bumps into me, cutting out my air supply. Their hand collides with my face, and their elbow collides
[ IN WHICH SHE MEETS THE LYCAN KING ]“My love. I have been waiting for you.” The man lowers his glass from his lips, gesturing to the building in which we are stood. “Welcome to Lucian City, the home of the werewolves.”I stand, frozen in my spot. I do not need any introductions for I know who he is. And what this place is. There is a heat burning inside of me. Every part of me is on fire as I stare straight at the tall man, corporately dressed in an attire that is suited for a royal lord. However, the way his fingers tap on the glass, the rings on his fingers create a loud, impatient clanging sound, that gives off the impression that he will not be royally upright, but will be very ill-mannered. This man looks like he is looking for trouble.... [he was trouble] ... My eyes rove up and down, assessing the man oozing with confidence and charm. He is wearing a suit with sleeves pulled back specifically to show his ringed fingers. From the four rings on his left hand, my eyes move t
[ IN WHICH SHE GETS A PLOT TWIST ] The King who is sat in front of me speaks. “This is your second life, Faye Donovan. And your first,” he says as his green eyes darken with anger. “It ended because Sin drove his glowing sword through your heart. Right in his throne room. With me right behind you.” Rome's green eyes nearly glisten with tears. Anyone can tell that saying those words out loud hurts him more than anything else. … [it hurt, because it was what it was—the truth, but as usual, i refused to believe] … The air around me stills as he watches me, waiting for a reaction. My soft chuckle fills the silence. “Is this supposed to be some kind of joke?” He leans forward, and whispers, sending a dangerous chill down my spine. “You don’t believe me.” I shrug. “I don’t believe that the man, who has confessed his love for me, killed me.” He slams his right fist onto the table. The glass of alcohol he had previously placed on the table jumps from the impact as the table bounces into
… [ IN WHICH SHE RECONNECTS ] … We have moved out of the King’s throne room. Out of the Palace, and into the very depths of Lucian City, we are stood before a ginormous door. It has silver for wood, no doorknobs, nor handles, and also without hinges like a regular door in the house of many. This unique door stands alone at the center of the forest, sharing its silvery light to the surrounding trees. From the looks of it, it is non-luminous, and only glows through the moon’s light. Just like the Sun’s relationship with the moon. The unusual door stands at unmeasurable height, reaching far out into the dark sky. Night has fallen upon us so quickly. I hadn’t realized that much time had passed until I saw darkness start to fall over the land.In the cricket sounds and buzzing of insects, we all stand in the dirt, facing the magnificent door. And by we, I mean, Wylan the Sorcerer, Rome the Lycan King, and I, the one who has clearly been reborn. “This has to be done.” Rome touches my
[ IN WHICH WE MEET ] My feet is buried in cold water. When I look down, the water is dark. I can't see through. The water is as dark as the rest of this strange place. The water stops just above my ankles, and it is enough to make my skin crawl with discomfort, and make my toes turn pruney. I cannot help but feel uneasy. The feeling could be from the cold, or the uneasiness could be caused by the ghost-like version of me standing nine feet away. No one wants to see a ghost. So, that makes me the last person to delight in this situation. What triggers me the most is that I have a change of clothes. I am now clothed in a black long dress— black is so not my color.“Can we get this over with?” I peer straight at the woman. She is distracted. ...[“Wow, damn. I am so sexy!”]...I snap my sharp gaze to the woman under the spotlight. There is a spotlight on her even when she lays in the dark. I do not know what the spotlight is, or where it comes from. There is no beginning or end to the l
Life is unfair— it is not fair.And it is not our fault. We have no say in our own lives. We are practically living a fairy tale someone else wrote.Faye Donovan did not choose her life. And she was given a fate so tragic that it brings tears into my brown eyes. She was only a child, living in the 1800's with loving parents and a sister, the age of six. However, she had no idea she was made for greater things; greater things that would propel her into destruction. She had no idea of her fate.Fate is like a child born into a wealthy home, getting to enjoy privileges and never once feeling the cruelty of the world till death takes them away. Fate is like a child born into a poor, merchant home, never to live a life that is handed to him on a silver platter. Fate is like a child born into sicknesses and diseases, and has no choice but to endure the consequences till he or she is taken away by that same sickness at a young age, and that child will never get to experience the magical and b
*warning: this chapter of The King's Maiden you are about to read has been marked mature, because of it's sexual content and language. viewer discretion is advised.*[ IN WHICH SHE IS FAYE ] Seek revenge. No. I couldn't seek revenge even if I wanted to. That is the funny way Fate works. I have been cursed to thirst after the Kings. My heart will ache badly if I tried to raise a fist against them. Naturally, it would ache if the sun smites them because of the connection between us, let alone causing that pain myself. Revenge is impossible for the one who has been fated to love them unconditionally. And that is how it will be. I lay awake on a bed. It has been a minute since my eyes snapped open after the insane dream. Slowly, the events from the dream starts to fade away, and I can't remember most of it. Forced breaths leave my lips as I scan the ceiling with wide eyes. With a racing heart, I sit up on the bed, peering into the unfamiliar room. It is day time. I must have been asleep
[ IN WHICH SHE IS NOT HERSELF ] Something has come over me. Something dark.Something evil. I am not myself.But I can't stop what I have already started. The minute I left Lucian City, something in me changed. Something uncontrollable bloomed. Something unrecognizable germinated. Maybe that was why the guards didn’t come after me when I declined their offer to be an escort. But they could also have been commanded by their King to stay back. So they all watched me walk out. It was almost like they were watching me do their bidding. It felt like Lucian City had turned me all around to be who they wanted me to be— to be Faye, their Queen only. But then again, it could have been the Lycan King who had me wrapped around his ringed finger all this time. He did prove that after giving me an urge to release, and then, telling me to hold on.That was cruel. But it only made me want to act cruel.It has nearly been an hour since I left Lucian City, the land of the werewolves. And I haven't
[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