Anger has taken a hold of me, an intense, burning sensation that courses through my veins and boils in my stomach.No words can accurately explain the outrage consuming me. My fists clench at my sides, and all rational thought has been replaced by pure rage. This is not like me; I'm usually quite gentle and composed - but right now, I feel anything but calm.How could they possibly do something like this to me? I am left speechless by Lowell's cruel schemes, taking my father and the members of my tribe as hostages simply to draw me into their ritual. There is no denying that it was an act of terror, one that completely shattered my sense of peace. I barely have enough strength left in me to contain the rage bubbling away inside - how can someone be so willing to go so low just for some kind of power?Right now I just want to get up and go, escape this feeling of being stuck. When I was thinking about it earlier, I was torn about staying or leaving. But none of that matters anymore; at
“Adolf! Come back here!”But I just couldn't turn away now. I had to get there as soon as possible before the ceremony began. There was even a possibility that it might be moved to another day, and if that happened then all of my work would have been for nothing. The thought of starting all over again with the preparations made my heart sink; had I acted sooner, none of this wouldn’t even happen.I had transformed myself into a full-fledged beast and ran with all my might, trying to find her scent as fast as I could. With every little bit of energy I had in me, I searched high and low, travelling just to have any lead on her whereabouts. But however hard I tried, no matter how much time and effort was put into it, unfortunately for me the trail eventually went cold. Nothing but dead ends were leading me further away from her-the frustration is overwhelming.“DACIANA!”I paid no heed to the enemies who could hear me; all of my attention was solely focused on her and the harsh reality t
My anger was boiling, ready to take his head and fulfill my mission. I could taste success and it felt sweet, but suddenly my heart started to sink and doubt crept in.He ceased abruptly, coming to a complete standstill without any warning. There was no indication he would make such an abrupt stop, no clues that something was amiss. It threw me off balance, and she I was left confused and unsure.“I know what you are planning, Daciana.”My eyes widened in shock when he shot me a look of icy contempt. Instinctively, my mouth dropped open and my body felt on edge as I held his gaze. Even though I felt so overwhelmed by the situation, I knew that it was important for me to remain composed and not let any crack in my composure slip out. His expression was one of authority and power, something that had never been seen before by me; it made me feel incredibly vulnerable and small in comparison.“You've brought me to this point anticipating that I would be fully willing to accept the ultimat
My whole body trembles when I hear his name, the mere thought of him eliciting a deep raging sigh from my lips.Even after all these years since the last time I saw him, I could still feel a deep-seated anger in my bones. Those fond memories of my community from my childhood keeps resurfacing and they bring with them a mix of emotions. I remember the feeling of utter helplessness as our rivals encroached upon us and how there was nothing we could do to stop them.“We’re under attack!”I couldn’t stop shaking out of fear. Everywhere I looked, the entire kingdom was ablaze with raging fires. The screams and cries of my people echoed all around, begging for mercy and pleading for help. It was like a never-ending nightmare. Despite my own terror and dread, I knew that something had to be done to save my tribe from this destruction.“E-everyone! Please, calm down-”But no one listened. All of them started to scatter, desperate to flee in the opposite direction of me. I could see their tear
I have recently come to the startling realization of just how powerful Azariel is, making me feel humbled and insignificant when compared to him.Lowell's body thuds to the ground after being nudged and crashed against multiple rocks, undoubtedly disorienting him before he falls. My heart drops and I feel a twinge of pity for Lowell.I can't comprehend the fact that he is capable of doing this to his own son.“Your attempts at justification are futile, Lowell. What you did has brought clear and serious repercussions. I've seen it all now, there's no more debating the case.”His claws emerged, out of nowhere, and quickly slashed at the skin on my neck. I cried out in agony as I struggled to break free from his unrelenting grip, but Azariel is too strong and powerful for me to overcome. Even with all my effort in trying to kick or punch his wrist as hard as I could, he didn't even wince at the impact.I kept trying until exhaustion eventually set in, exasperatingly aware that no matter
Lowell stood tall, facing his father in order to protect… me.His stance was unwavering, his courage beyond reproach - he did not falter or cower under the weight of his father's presence. I saw fire in Lowell's eyes as he stood there, determined to defend me from whatever might come. He was a symbol of strength and fortitude that day- standing up for what is right and just even when doing so means taking on a powerful opponent.I hold my breath as I struggle to find the words, while my heart is pounding, pushing me forward by instinct. His forehead was coated in blood, but he stood up to his father who was intent on taking my life. My entire being felt paralyzed. Time felt like it had stopped and there was no sound other than our breathing which seemed almost deafening in that moment.“I will not let you kill her!”Lowell's words burst forth from his mouth almost like thunder, filling the place with their intensity. My eyes widened and my mouth had dropped open in shock when he dared
My heart sank as all eyes in the room trained onto me. I could feel my throat tighten as I tried to keep my composure, growing more and more uncomfortable as the silence lingered. Every muscle in my body tensed up and I kept still, not wanting to draw any more attention to myself.I stepped away, my fingers trembling as I balled my hands into fists. Azariel's gaze was piercing and unforgiving as he unwaveringly abandoned his son who lay on the ground, writhing in pain. My heart raced as I watched in horror, fear gripping me at what seemed to be an inevitable outcome. This was no ordinary enemy; nothing about him suggested even a hint of compassion or mercy.“I don’t want to take your life, Daciana. It never crossed my mind that I would need to kill you, not until my foolish son here chose to turn against me because of you.” these words cut deep into me like a sharp sword.I couldn’t help but to glance towards Lowell who lay there, barely conscious. An unexpected sensation of guilt and
In just a moment I was freed from their grasp, and I could finally take a full breath.My hand traced along my neck as I took in the fresh air before turning my attention to Lowell who had once again rescued me from their Delta. A wave of relief washed over me, calming my racing heartbeat and clearing away some of the fear that had been clouding my mind.Gonzalo took a step back, and his expression revealed the pain he was feeling. I followed his gaze downwards until I noticed the deep cuts along the length of his arm. His blood pooled onto the ground beneath him, and I couldn't help but gasp in shock at what had happened to him. My eyes then turned towards Lowell whose claws were still extended, a reminder of what had just transpired. It was a gruesome sight to behold.“Lowell…” I whispered his name in a quiet voice, and he gave me an inquisitive glance, before drawing nearer to me. His presence was alluring; I could feel his warmth radiating from his body as he drew nearer. My heart