[ IN WHICH SHE MEETS AN OLD FRIEND ]A tavern is a bar. If I had known this, I wouldn’t have walked with Jacqueline. The bar is hundreds of conversations told in loud voices, all of them competing with the other that dominates the atmosphere. A noisy place like this isn’t my scene. A bar is the last place anyone would find me. Everyone— even my fans back on earth know this. Don't get me wrong, I am not some innocent duckling who hasn't had alcohol in her life. In the past, I have struggled with alcohol dependency. It started while I was struggling to fit into the model industry at such a young age. Those days are the depressing times that I'll never want to recall. And being here in the tavern doesn't help matters. I'm only reminded of the articles that spread the internet that depressing night. It featured me, half-naked and puking on the roadside. That taught me a lesson; almost ruined my career. So, when I say I do not want to be here, I mean it. However, I cannot leave, because
[ IN WHICH SHE MEETS THE BROTHER ] “Luca?” My eyes are wide as I take in the appearance of the man I surely thought had died. “Oh my God. Did they take you too? How did you get here? Luca, are you okay?” I am sincerely shocked, and concerned that he is here, which means that I wasn't the only one who had been abducted by the King. I gush at him, a little relieved to see a familiar face, even though we were never on good terms. But, someone snorts. Swirling in the pool of confusion, I turn my head to see one of the three males, laughing; laughing at my questions. With wet eyebrows furrowed, I look back at Luca’s red hair. He is grinning. His dark, almond eyes watches me, the way they always have. “Oh, Nobi.” He pouts, balancing his posture on the red cane in his hold. “Does it look like I have been abducted?” I trail my eyes down his body and shoes. He is dressed in his usual style; a floral shirt, light colored pants with expensive polished, black shoes. His clothes look clean fo
[ IN WHICH SHE GETS A CONNECTION ] “That bastard betrayed me!” I jolt when he screams again. “He stabbed me in the back. Someone who was supposed to be a brother to me! He pinned me to the ground—right here on this ground.” He points his index finger at the ground, stomping his feet aggressively while seated. I turn away from the scary sight, only to look back once he has calmed down. “Your King cut off my wings the minute we got out of heaven. He wanted to be the only one with power.” Luca laughs bitterly. “That prick!” His face morphs into anger. “He didn’t want anyone else to compete with him for the position of King. He wanted to be God. He wanted to be the devil. And he wanted me to be the demon to his devil. The angel to his God.” He angrily throws his cane over my head. My heart rate picks up at his violent display of emotions. “See there? He is the reason why I have called you here. Sin has been a very, very, very bad boy. And he must be punished. But I cannot punish him o
[ IN WHICH SHE IS A TORTURED AND SAVED ] I have felt the heat of the scorching sun. Been bruised by the steam from a kettle. Accidentally burnt myself while playing with the flames from a candle. I have felt heat so intense that I have gone unconscious; however, none of those incidents from my childhood are equivalent to the pain I feel right at this moment. Luca shows no mercy as he holds the hot rod to my skin. I jerk my head back, trying my hardest to get away from the burning item. My mouth is open wide as screams of terror escape. “Please!” I scream, begging Luca to stop. “Please, stop.” Tears fall down my face. … [i always wondered why i never cried as a child. and now, i know. it was because i had left pain so maddening in my past life, so nothing on earth could measure up to the pain i would go through in Alkhemi] … The rod burns through the fabric of my clothes, burning into my belly. I let out a scream as the room becomes hot, like a sizzling summer. The sound of my s
[ IN WHICH SHE MAKES A CONFESSION ]Luca isn't dead. The pointy edge of the smokey sword can be seen, sticking out of Luca's back. Sin had driven the blade through his heart, leaving the hilt out of his body; however, the red-haired man is not dead. He is supposed to be, but he's not. He looks up at Sin from his position on the ground, a devilish smile playing on his lips. The weird scene doesn't faze the King, but it makes me squirm in discomfort. Sin snaps his head to me, taking his grey eyes off his bleeding brother. His intense gaze causes my breathing to hitch. I jolt in my seat when he moves closer to me. I don’t know if I jolt at something else, or because he looks deadly at the moment. It is most definitely the latter. In the time frame of a second, Sin killed five men. He may have done worse to the guards that have been surrounding the building. Who knows how many bodies he crushed the moment he crashed into the building with full force. He sent the walls crumbling down. H
[ IN WHICH SHE STARTS A FIRE ] Lies. A false statement made with deliberate intent to deceive; an intentional untruth.Sin lied to me. How do I know? It is the same with what the woman from the open market said, ‘dead people can tell when someone's dead’. And the same thing goes for the living. The living can tell when someone's alive. I can feel Rome. I can feel his claws tugging at my heart as he calls out to me. I can hear him telling me to come to him. I can feel him more closer than ever now. He is lurking at the back of my mind, making it difficult to forget about him. He is telling me he's waiting for me; he's alive. He is not dead. Sin said he was dead. He lied.Why do people tell lies? They tell lies, because they are frightened by the truth. They are terrified of the reality that will come from the truth. Even a powerful King like Sin is terrified of the truth. Whoever this Rome is, he's afraid that I'll find out who he is. Possibly because he's afraid I might fall in
[ IN WHICH SHE IS ON FIRE ] Smoke fills the hallways in no time. The maids and several other workers from the mansion run helter skelter as they search for buckets of water and other items that can be used to put out the fire. I stand still, amidst the chaos I have created, waiting for the huge, brown door to fall off. My vision gets blurry, and my view of the door gets blurred out by the smoke, and, soon, I begin to cough. My oxygen gets cut off. I grow impatient waiting for the door to come off. Unsatisfied with the way my plan has turned out, I look around to see the fire is already being put out by the workers. I didn't think through this before I decided to set the door ablaze. Not having the time and energy to stop the maids and servants, I need to find another way to break open the door. The house isn't entirely made up of wood, but bricks, so the fire doesn't do much damage as I had hoped. I spot a small metallic chair by a corner. It looks like one of those chairs one cou
(warning; this chapter you are about to read contains sexual content, and language, which may not be appropriate for all audiecnes. please read at your own discretion) [ IN WHICH SHE SCREAMS ] I shift to make myself comfortable on the couch, watching expectantly as he kneels between my legs. Sin slowly takes off my shoes, and my dress rides up after. A blush creeps up my face when my lace panties are on full display. I get a little self-conscious since we have never gotten this far. Having second thoughts, I begin to cover myself up, but the low groan of pleasure from Sin’s throat makes me keep my legs wide open. “God,” he sighs, squeezing my thighs. “You will be the death of me.” I smirk at his position. “What if someone sees us?” I move my eyes to the doorframe. He smiles. “You are the one who burnt it down, so I assume you want them to watch us,” he says, leaning forward and pressing his lips on the insides of my thighs. I bite my lip at how insanely pleasant his kisses are on
[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