VERA’s POVI trudged through the forest, my mind was a jumbled mess. I mean, I'd just found out my mom was killed by Sylvester's guys. And that I was a Lycan. Like, what even is that?I felt like I was stuck in some kind of crazy dream. Like, I'd wake up and it'd all be over. But deep down, I knew it wasn't a dream. It was my reality. And it sucked. This was too much to fathom.Shaun walked beside me, his eyes fixed on the path ahead. He was being super quiet, which was kinda freaking me out. I mean, I knew he was trying to be all supportive and stuff, but seriously, a little conversation would be nice..."Hey, Shaun?" I said, trying to break the silence.He turned to me, his eyes questioning. "Yeah?"I hesitated, unsure of how to ask what I wanted to ask. "Do you think...do you think Sylvester knew about my mom?"Shaun's expression turned grim. "I don't know, Vera. But I do know one thing - we need to get out of here. Now."I nodded, feeling a surge of fear. What if Sylvester's guys f
VERA’s POVI trudged through the forest, my mind was a jumbled mess. I mean, I'd just found out my mom was killed by Sylvester's guys. And that I was a Lycan. Like, what even is that?I felt like I was stuck in some kind of crazy dream. Like, I'd wake up and it'd all be over. But deep down, I knew it wasn't a dream. It was my reality. And it sucked. This was too much to fathom.Shaun walked beside me, his eyes fixed on the path ahead. He was being super quiet, which was kinda freaking me out. I mean, I knew he was trying to be all supportive and stuff, but seriously, a little conversation would be nice..."Hey, Shaun?" I said, trying to break the silence.He turned to me, his eyes questioning. "Yeah?"I hesitated, unsure of how to ask what I wanted to ask. "Do you think...do you think Sylvester knew about my mom?"Shaun's expression turned grim. "I don't know, Vera. But I do know one thing - we need to get out of here. Now."I nodded, feeling a surge of fear. What if Sylvester's guys f
CHAPTER 57 FEELINGS(VERA’S POV) I felt a surge of anger and determination. I was going to expose them, no matter what it took.I quickly made my way to my room, locking the door behind me. I knew that I had to be careful, that the traitors could be anywhere.I took a deep breath and tried to think clearly. I knew that I had to come up with a plan, and I needed to act fast.As I sat there, thinking, I heard a knock at the door. I froze, my heart started racing with fear.Who could it be? Was it one of the traitors, come to finish me off?I slowly got up and made my way to the door, trying to be as quiet as possible. I looked through the peephole, and my heart skipped a beat.It was Josh, the YouTube personality. I had forgotten all about him.I quickly opened the door, trying to compose myself. "Josh, what are you doing here?" I asked, trying to sound calm.Josh smiled and walked into the room. "I heard that you were in danger," he said, his eyes scanning the room. "I came to help."
(VERA’S POV)I sat in my room, staring blankly at the wall, lost in thoughts. My mind was still reeling from the events of the past few days. Josh's death weighed heavily on my conscience. I couldn't shake the image of his lifeless body, his eyes frozen in a permanent stare.It was like a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from. I kept thinking about how it happened, how he died trying to save me. It was like a video playing in my head, over and over again.I remembered how my enemy had attacked us, how Josh had tried to defend me. I remembered the sound of his bones cracking, the sight of his blood splattering everywhere. It was like something out of a horror movie. Too gory.And then, there was the final blow. My enemy had stabbed Josh in the chest, twisting the knife in a cruel and sadistic way. I remembered Josh's eyes widening in shock, his mouth opening in a silent scream. He struggled with his spirit, holding on to the knife in bewilderment till he gave up the ghost.It was like
(VERA’S POV) I sat in the grand hall, surrounded by the Lycan Council. They were describing to me my inherited powers and abilities as a Lycan, and I was both thrilled and terrified. "You have the ability to control the elements," said one of the Council members, a wise-looking older woman. "You can summon the wind, conjure fire from thin air, and even control the earth itself."I felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of having such powerful abilities. But at the same time, I was scared. What if I lost control? What if I hurt someone? Many what ifs went through my mind.The Council members seemed to sense my fears, and they nodded reassuringly."Don't worry, Vera," said the leader of the Council. "We'll teach you how to control your powers. You'll learn how to harness your energy and use your abilities for good and for your advantage. "I nodded, feeling a sense of determination. I was ready to learn, ready to master my powers and use them to help others..Just then, a warm and
(VERA’S POV)I found Rita in the kitchen, cooking up a storm. She smiled at me, and I could see the relief in her eyes."Vera, I'm so glad we made it out of there alive," she said, hugging me tightly.I hugged her back, feeling a sense of gratitude towards her. "Me too, Rita," I said. "I don't know what I would have done without you."Rita smiled, and we sat down to eat. As we ate, we talked about our next move. We knew we couldn't stay hidden forever, but we also knew we couldn't go back to the palace.As we talked, I realized that Rita had been planning our escape for weeks. She had been secretly gathering supplies and information, waiting for the perfect moment to make our move.I was stunned by her bravery and emotional grit. Like, Rita was a true survivor, and I knew I could always count on her.As we finished our meal, Kofi came into the kitchen. "Rita, I have some news," he said, his eyes serious.Rita looked up at him, concerned. "What is it?" she asked.Kofi hesitated, looking
(VERA’s POV) As I made my way through the palace, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. I knew that I was taking a risk by investigating Ikigan, but I also knew that I had to do what was right.I approached Ikigan's office, my heart began pounding in my chest. I took a deep breath and pushed open the door, ready to face whatever lay ahead. I walked into Ikigan's office, and he looked up at me with a smug expression. "Vera, what can I do for you?" he asked, his voice dripped with sarcasm..I smiled sweetly, trying not to let my true feelings show. "Ikigan, I just wanted to ask you some questions," I said, pulling up a chair from beneath a desk and sitting down.Ikigan raised an eyebrow, clearly suspicious. "So, What kind of questions?" he asked with a voice tight with tension.I leaned forward, my eyes locked on his. "I've been hearing some rumors about you, Ikigan," I said, with a low voice and even tone. "Rumors that you're not as loyal to the king as you seem."Ikigan's expre
(VERA’S POV) As the guards closed in on Prince Arin and Ikigan, the air was electric with a strong tension. The sounds of clashing steel echoed through the throne room, and I could feel the vibrations of the fight beneath my feet. Swords clanged against shields, swords or penetrated into the entrails of opponents. I watched in awe as the guards fought with precision and skill, their swords flashing in the dim light of the throne room. Prince Arin and Ikigan were formidable opponents, but the guards were determined to take them down.Ikigan lunged at one of the guards, his sword sliced through the air with a deadly precision. But the guard was quick, dodging the blow with ease and striking back with a powerful blow that sent Ikigan stumbling backward.Prince Arin, meanwhile, was fighting off two guards at once, his sword flashing back and forth as he parried and riposted with deadly precision. But despite his skill, he was starting to wear off, his movements slowing as the guards pre
VERA'S POVThe warm sunlight streaming through the windows of the small cottage highlighted the joyful atmosphere of our little family's lunch gathering. Kevin, Astrid, Apollo, and I sat around the wooden table, laughing and chatting as we savored the delicious meal Sophia, my boss at the bakery, had packaged for us in a box as a token of her benevolence. Kevin, ever the attentive listener, asked the twins about their morning's adventure, and they eagerly shared stories of their exploration of the nearby woods. I smiled, watching my children's faces light up with excitement, feeling grateful for this peaceful moment amidst the chaos that had been brewing in our lives.As we finished our meal, Kevin's expression turned serious, and he leaned in, his voice low. "I have some news," he said, his eyes locking onto mine. "I received a message yesterday from my guys, I mean my childhood friends back at the castle. It seems that Sylvester, Uncle Ryan, and Sigurd are at war, each vying for co
(VERA’s POV)The guards watched in awe as the two men fought on, their swords clashing in a flurry of steel and sparks. It was a duel for the ages, a battle of strength and skill that would only end with one man standing.As the duel raged on, it seemed that neither man could gain the upper hand. They were evenly matched, their swords striking each other with a force that sent shockwaves through the air.But slowly, Sigurd began to gain the advantage. His sword sliced through Briggs' defenses, striking him with precision and skill. Briggs stumbled backward, his eyes wide with fear as he realized he was beaten.And then, in a final, desperate bid to turn the tide of the duel, Briggs lunged forward, his sword flashing in the light of the throne room. Sigurd parried the blow, his own sword striking Briggs with a force that sent him crashing to the ground.As Briggs lay there, his eyes wide with shock and pain, Sigurd stood over him, his sword raised for the killing blow. And with a swift
(VERA’s POV)As the two armies clashed, the battle raged on for hours. Sigurd fought bravely, his sword slicing through the enemy ranks with deadly precision. Grimbold fought by his side, his axe swinging in great arcs as he cut down anyone who dared to get too close."Sigurd, we need to push forward!" Grimbold shouted above the din of battle. "We can't let them gain the upper hand!"Sigurd nodded, his eyes scanning the battlefield. "I see Uncle Ryan's standard," he said. "Let's make a push for it. If we can take out Uncle Ryan, we might be able to break their morale."Grimbold grinned, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Let's do it!" he shouted, charging forward into the fray.As they fought their way through the enemy ranks, Sigurd and Grimbold finally reached Uncle Ryan's standard. But to their surprise, Uncle Ryan was not alone. He was surrounded by a group of heavily armed guards, who looked like they would stop at nothing to defend their leader."Uncle Ryan, you're a hard man t
(VERA’s POV)But the woman's next words were ominous. "However, the lion will not last as the king of the jungle," she said, her eyes glinting with a knowing light. "A new power will rise, and the balance of power will shift."Sigurd's face was set with determination. "I will not let that happen," he said, his voice firm and resolute. "I will fight to the death to defend my kingdom and my people."Meanwhile, Sylvester was experiencing a terrifying dream. He saw himself choking in his own blood, his eyes bulging out of his head as he struggled to breathe.Sylvester woke up with a start, his heart racing with fear. He was drenched in sweat, and his sheets were tangled around his legs."What's wrong, my lord?" Victor asked, rushing to Sylvester's side.Sylvester's face was twisted with fear. "I had a dream," he said, his voice shaking. "I saw myself choking in my own blood."Victor's face was expressionless. "It's just a dream, my lord," he said. "It doesn't mean anything. It could be a
(VERA’s POV)They knew that the road ahead would be difficult, but they were ready. They were ready to fight for their freedom, for their rights, and for their very lives.As the three leaders - Sylvester, Sigurd, and Uncle Ryan - began to gather their forces and prepare for war, the kingdom was thrown into chaos. The people were caught in the middle, unsure of what the future held or which leader to support.The air was thick with tension, and the sense of unease was palpable. Everyone knew that war was coming, and no one knew who would emerge victorious.As the darkness gathered, the kingdom held its breath, waiting for the battle to begin. But for now, the three leaders simply watched and waited, in full guard and alert, each one waiting for the others to make the first move...******As the days passed by, the tension in the kingdom continued to build. Sylvester, Sigurd, and Uncle Ryan were all gathering their forces, preparing for the battle that was to come. One man sought to pu
(VERA’s POV)Sigurd nodded, his mind racing with thoughts and strategies. "I agree," he said. "Let's gather as much information as we can and then make our move."The room fell silent, each of Sigurd's allies lost in their own thoughts. They knew that the road ahead would be difficult, but they were ready. They were ready to follow Sigurd into battle, to fight for their freedom and their rights.As they sat there, a loud noise echoed through the castle, followed by the sound of shouting and clashing steel. Sigurd's eyes snapped towards the door, his hand on the hilt of his sword."What's going on?" he asked, his voice low and urgent.Grimbold got up and went to the door, peeking outside. "It's Goro and his men," he said. "They're attacking a group of rebels."Sigurd's face was grim. "It's starting," he said. "Sylvester's making his move."The room fell silent, each of Sigurd's allies lost in their own thoughts. They knew that the battle was coming, and they were ready. They were ready
(VERA’s POV)But little did Sylvester know, the tide of public opinion was beginning to turn against him. More and more people were beginning to see him for what he truly was: a cruel and ruthless tyrant.And as the resistance continued to spread their message of hope and freedom, the people of the kingdom began to rally behind Sigurd and his allies.***Sylvester's face was twisted with rage and desperation as he paced back and forth in his throne room. His guards and Victor stood before him, waiting for his orders."We need to crush this rebellion once and for all," Sylvester spat, his voice venomous. "I want you to round up every suspected rebel and throw them in the dungeons. I want you to make examples of them, to show the people what happens when you dare to defy me."Victor nodded, his face expressionless. "Yes, my lord," he said. "We will see to it immediately."Meanwhile, Sigurd and his followers were busy making their own plans. They knew that they had to act quickly, before
(VERA’S POV)The guards and advisors nodded in agreement, their faces set with determination. Sylvester smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction and power."I want you all to know that I will stop at nothing to crush our enemies," Sylvester said."I will use every trick in the book, every tactic and strategy at my disposal. And I will not rest until Sigurd and his followers are defeated and destroyed."The guards and advisors cheered, their voices echoing off the stone walls of the throne room. Sylvester smiled, feeling a sense of pride and power.But as he looked out at his loyal followers, Sylvester couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was a traitor in their midst, someone who was secretly working against him.Sylvester's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with suspicion and paranoia. He knew that he had to be careful, that he had to watch his back at all times.And so, with a sense of caution and unease, Sylvester began to make his
(VERA’s POV)He knew that eliminating Sigurd wouldn't be easy. He was a strong young warrior, hefty and known for winning wars. Someone who was called Sigurd the hound by his kinsmen because of his ferocity at taking down opponents. He was well-liked and respected by the people, and he had a loyal following among the guard. But Sylvester was determined to crush him, to eliminate him as a threat to his rule.As he paced, Sylvester's eyes fell on a large map of the kingdom that hung on the wall. He studied it intently, his mind racing with strategies and tactics.He knew that Sigurd would likely gather his allies and prepare to defend himself. But Sylvester was confident that he could outmaneuver him, that he could crush him and his followers once and for all.With a cold, calculating smile, Sylvester continued to pace and plan, his mind consumed by his desire for power and revenge.Meanwhile, in a secret underground chamber deep in the heart of the kingdom, Sigurd was gathering his own