Alexander
“My blood?” I questioned.
“It is the closest thing that we have to a connection to her,” Estelle began to explain, “Usually, the blood of a family member is preferred. The blood tie helps the spell to work. But in this case, the blood of her mate will have to do.”
“Very well, make your preparations. I will attempt to find something of Rosalie’s.” Estelle’s sad eyes drifted away as she set about gathering the things she would need for her spell.
I mind linked Arthur to get a progress update.
“There is still no trace of her Alex. Last night’s rain has washed away any trace of her scent. I have sent the pack warriors over to the western borders to see if there is anything to be found there.”
“There is no way or out on the western boarders. Nothing but some old siege tunnels which were locked up years ago. She would have had nowhere to go from there.” Another piece of my soul darkened at the thought that my mate
“She knew what Alex?” Lucille questioned; her brow furrowed in confusion. “You’re making no sense Alex.” “This bracelet, it was made for my mother by my father. It came as a set. A crown, bracelet, ring and necklace… My father instructed the smith to make the set out of gold that was housed here in the castle vaults. It is said that the gold was imbued with magic. Powerful magic. The ring became the signet of the Queen. A rose on a bed of thorns. The necklace is said to offer the wearer protection, the crown guidance and the bracelet…..” I held up the small item in my hand, “the bracelet is the key to the castle. It is a dead key, unlocking every door. “My father made it so that if the castle ever came under siege, my mother would have a way of escaping. It was his way of keeping his Queen protected. Only it never helped when the time came for it. Not even her necklace was enough to protect her.” I looked down at Lucille, my vision clouding with the memories of the c
Rosalie Standing knee deep in thick black sludgy water was definitely not my idea of good time, especially when said sludgy water happened to be at the bottom of a deep, confined hole in the ground that was to be my prison cell. The water was rising fast, and William was in no rush to let me out. His attitude to the situation was that it was one less thing for him to have to do if I drowned before he had to kill me. I was cold, wet and miserable. And my misery only intensified as the day trudged on and my mind became more firmly set on the idea that there was no way that Alexander would be coming to find me. A thought which did little to cheer me, but honest none the less. He probably looked at the situation much the same way as his uncle; that it saved him a job at the end of the day. I only had myself to blame really. I was the one who left the relative safety of Castle Black. As much as I disliked Alexander in general and h
“Are you ready to listen to it?” he asked me, a question in his voice. Was I? I wasn’t sure I wanted to sit here and listen to his excuses for why he committed the atrocities that he did. But I was cold and needed something to take my mind off the numbness in my feet and hands. “I have nothing but time William. And I have no hope that sleep will visit me any time soon, so why not” I reply in resignation, sitting back on a small stump of wood and getting ready for whatever William was about to tell me. “Did you know that it was me that was meant to me King?” He asked me. I guffaw in disbelief. “Really? And how do you come to that conclusion?” My eyes narrowed at him. Was this man actually deranged enough to believe that he was the rightful king? “I am the first-born son. By right the kingdom should have fallen on me.” I was speechless for a moment. Out of all of the rumours and stories I had heard of William Black, never once ha
“I’m sorry about what happened to your wife and child William, but I fail to see what this has to do with killing your own brother and his family?” I raise my brow in question. The silence had stretched out between us. I waited, hoping that he would continue, but it would seem that he was done with telling his tale of woe. My heart ached for him, to have been cast out not once, but twice by his father, and to then loose his mate and his unborn child on top of that, it was a lot for any person to go through. But how was any of this relevant? “You don’t get it do you? I lost everything. Everything that ever mattered to me. I spent my life apologising for the mistakes of my brother, protecting him because I was the oldest. I watched as he got everything that was mine, whilst I lost everything. “He had the perfect family. The mate to be proud of, sons to continue the Black line. My father’s blessing and the crown to go along with it. I was left with nothing. “I s
Alexander We returned to the castle with Rosalie’s bracelet safely tucked away in my pocket. The whole time my thoughts churned with how Rosalie came into possession of the trinket. The vaults that held his family jewels and money had been locked since I had taken back control of the castle. No one had access to them bar me. I had the only key, which remained hidden in my office. The only other key that could have got into the vault was the bracelet, which was hidden away with the rest of the set. I knew that I was right. It had been me that placed them in the chamber. Doubts clouded my mind like smoke. Perhaps she had managed to find my key and break in? But then wouldn’t I have noticed her scent in my study? No, I was certain that she had not been in there. In fact, I couldn’t even remember a time that Rosalie had set foot into that part of the castle. My thoughts returned to when Rosalie first came to the castle. I h
Alexander “That’s where she is?” I look up at Estelle who seems to wobble slightly where she stood. “Yes.” She croaked out before falling back into a chair. “Be quick, I sense something is not right.” She didn’t need to say anything else, I turned and was out of the door heading down the stairs before could even blink. “See to her Lucille.” I shout over my shoulder, not stopping to wait for an acknowledgment. “Sire.” Arthur’s urgent voice rang out through my head, making me pause slightly. “My lord, rogues heading towards the western border.” “How many?” I bark out, agitation starting to flood my system. I needed to get to Rosalie, I didn’t have time to deal with rouge attacks. “Two Alex. They are coming in human form under a white flag.” I breathed a sigh of relief at his words, at least I would not have to deal with bloodshed before I left. If they were coming under a wh
Alexander Tearing off the clothes from my back, I strip down, my body morphing into my wolf as I go. By the time I reached the tree line, Silas was in charge of my body. Having grown up in the fields and woodland that surrounded Castle Black all of my life, I knew every inch of the land around the castle. It didn’t take much for me to know exactly where Rosalie was just from looking at the map. In my youth, me and some of the other boys thought it a fun game to head out into the dark woods as a show of bravery. Not just because it was forbidden, but because of the stories of creatures so deprived and ruthless that live within them. We thought it was just that, stories that our parents told us at bedtime to ensure we behaved. In reality, the dark woods were a dangerous place beyond what any of us realised at the time. We would take turns in seeing who could get the farthest before getting to scared and returning. It was a backwards game of chi
I barely made it out of the settlement before something large and heavy knocks into me from the side. Knocking both myself and Rosalie sprawling across the floor. I am quick to get back up onto my feet and stand over Rosalie in a protective stance, my teeth barred as a wolf comes into view. A black wolf stands before me, so like my own it was uncanny. My mother had always joked that me and my uncle were so alike that if she hadn’t given birth to me, she should wonder that I was William’s son after all. And now, seeing him standing before me once again, I could understand why. The only different between us. Was the grotesque scar that ran the length of his face, and the milky white eye from a long-ago injury. He shifted back into his human self. Gesturing for me to do the same. Reluctantly I followed his suit. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to communicate with him unless I could talk, but I was reluctant to leave Rosalie unprotected. “Ne
Hi guys! Wow! I feel like the last chapter has been a long time coming, and for that I am sorry. For those of you who do not follow me on social media, my family has had a run of bad luck with illness over the last month, most recently that we have all been isolating with covid! I feel thankful that we were all able to get through it reletively easily, but it has taken me a few weeks to recover, hence the delay. But Mists of Time has now offically come to a close, and will hopefully be marked as complete during the course of the next week of so. I want to thank each and every one of my readers who have managed to get this far. Your comments and likes are what drives me to keep on writting. If you are not ready for Rosalie and Alexander's story to be over, do not fear! My plan is to pick up straight away with book 2! I have begun working on The Return of the Luna Queen and will share some more information in the n
Some months later… Life had all but returned to normal in Castle Black. After several days of recovery, Alexander had finally found himself once again in full health. And for all of those days, he refused to let me out of his sight. Instead, I found myself bound to his side, forced onto his uncomfortable recovery bed, pressed against him as he caressed the small bump of our unborn child. It seemed that each day that passed by, the small life growing inside me got stronger and before long his tiny kicks could be felt. Alexander knew now that he was to have a son. Something which I already knew in my heart but was confirmed by alexander’s ex vampire lover. A son that not only the history books will record, but Thomas would grow to be one of the most powerful and well-known Black’s in their long history as leaders. He would be the one to see them through to the start of a completely new age. He would be th
“Rosalie.” Alexander murmurs through his sleep. I find myself fighting to pull my eyes open, my temples banging in my head, threatening to bring on the worst headache imaginable. “Alex?” “Rosa. I’m here.” His voiced sounded stronger now. Although still deeply etched with undertones of fatigue. Managing to pull myself up off of the floor, a hand on my head to try and prevent by brain exploding out of it, I find myself at Alex’s bedside once more. Much to my relief to find him alive and well. Opposite me stood a very confounded healer. His glasses askew as he tried to take stock of Alex’s miraculous change. “I don’t know how this is possible. It’s as if all of your side effects have just disappeared. How is this possible.” He murmured to himself whilst inspecting the wound on Alex’s stomach. Although the wound was still very much there, it did at least look better. The harsh red swelling and putrid discharge had abetted, and it look very much as
Alexander Everything around me was cast into darkness. I couldn’t even see my hand before me as I reached out and tried to feel my way out of the darkness. It shrouded me from every corner, the feeling of repression and bleakness sitting heavy upon my chest. No matter which way I turned, there was nothing to be found, nothing to be heard or felt. Just a never-ending pit of helplessness and that there was something missing inside of me. No matter how much I tried to think what I could be missing, I simply couldn’t work it out. In fact, I was struggling to remember anything at all. Nothing really mattered, all that I could find myself caring about was the emptiness, and the feeling of missing something. “Alex.” A voice called out to me through the nothingness. Looking around myself I tried to work out where the voice had come from. It was the sweetest voice I had ever heard, and my heart thrummed
The figure turns towards me with a slowness that chills me to my soul. The mist laying heavily around him so that I could not make out who sits upon the horse. Their leather boot taps the side of the horse gently, pushing the beast to walk forward with impossibly slow steps. Each step closer, only making me even more on edge. “Rosalie?” a voice calls out. My heart stops in my chest, my breathing coming fast. “Shit, they know who we are.” Every inch of my body seizes with fear making it impossible to breath let alone move. Nina’s fight or flight instinct battling within me. She pushes herself to take control, her heightened senses coming into focus as she takes in the figure coming towards us. I turn to make a run for it, only to be held back by Nina. “Will you think rationally for one moment!” she chastises. “Firstly, they are on a horse, there is no way you can outrun them. Secondly, they know who you are
I found myself saddled and ready to ride back to Castle Black within the hour. Having spent moments to ponder what had just happened, I realised that I had no time to waste. It was obvious Veronica’s sudden appearance was no mistake. She was sent by Xavier, just as William had been sent before her. The very fact that she was there at all could only mean that William had failed in his mission. Veronica had been a contingency plan. One that I am sure would also have a plan C. Wolfridge was a hive of day-to-day activity. No one had even been aware of what was happening on the beach below. I was confident that Veronica was not working alone, how she arrived at the secluded beach without anyone noticing was a mystery to me. I could only assume that there were spies amongst us. Both here and in Castle Black. If Veronica knew that William had failed in taking back the werewolf throne, then I would have to assume that so did Xavier. Now that Veronica had also been pu
Veronica Delacour was a name that I definitely hadn’t heard before. I didn’t need to see her clearly to know that the woman standing before me was a vampire. Her mere presence stunk of danger, and the coppery tang of blood hovered over her in waves. Fear spiked in my chest. But I refused to allow her to have an effect on me. I looked the shadowed figure over. “What is it that I have that you could possibly want?” I ask her, silently seeking Nina out from the recesses of my mind. “You have no idea, do you?” She asked me, a sneer evident in her voice. The woman spoke with a heavy accent, accentuating each symbol with a guttural rasp. Her voice was reminiscent of Estelle, only harsher. “No, I don’t, care to enlighten me?” I tried to keep my voice light so as not to show she was having any effect on me. “You poor dear. I almost feel sorry for you.” She took a small step forward and lowered herself onto a rock close by. “How much do you kno
Rosalie It had been a week since we arrived at Wolfridge. And it had been the longest week of my life. For the most part, we had fallen into a routine. But for me, I found myself constantly on edge. We had no way of contacting home. Even the mate bond gave me little comfort. There had been next to no news at all. Bar a few stranglers that had joined us a few days later. The guards that had come with us took residence on the wall that protected us, a constant look out for any sign of danger or a messenger with news from home. Although I could still feel his pull deep in my gut, I physically couldn’t reach him through our connection. Try as I might, the mind-link never seemed to fall into place. And to top everything off, I was now in my ninth week of pregnancy, and I was struggling. The morning sickness was in full swing. My hormones were playing havoc on me. In the
I stood my ground, my feet shoulders width apart as I take in the scene around me. All about me was carnage. Bodies flung lifeless across the battle ground, their life force weeping out from mortal wounds onto the frozen ground. The sound of battle cries echoed through the forest ringing in my ears. Screamed of pain and fear. I was pleased to see that the majority that were scattered around me were rogues and not the men and women of my own people. As much as Silas craved bloodshed, I took no enjoyment out of war, and if there was a way that this could have been avoided, I would much rather take that path. But at the same time my duty remained to my kingdom, and I refused to step aside and allow a dictator to take over. My uncle stood across from me. He chest heaving with each breath he took. His bare chest covered in blood and dirt. I wasn’t sure if the blood was his own or not, but I dearly hoped that it was. “So, Uncle, you have what you came for.