We arrive back in the mansion, my legs are numb from the drive back, I have a striking headache and I feel like everything was crumbling, watching the fight between Lucien and Cassandra had a crazy toll on me even crazier than watching Lucien kill my own father in cold blood. As I step into the grand living room, my heart pounds in my chest, and I clutch onto the fabric of my gown, feeling the tremors of fear coursing through my veins. I take a moment to catch my breath, realizing that I've arrived ahead of Lucien. The room is just as ever vast, adorned with elegant furnishings and exquisite artwork, its opulence mesmerizing yet intimidating.Soon after, Lucien enters with an air of authority, his commanding presence making everyone in the room turn their attention towards him. He addresses the maids with a stern tone, “three of you, get Natasha to her room and make sure she’s fine and eats well” his voice has a bit of hesitation as he watches them walk closer to me. “I don’t want
“Why does she always end up in trouble? What exactly makes Adam hate her so much, does he by any chance know something that I do not?” I wonder as we walk in back from the party, my body is energized and I still have tons of energy to go around but how about this little clumsy pet. I call for the maids to tend to her and take care of her needs while I take my time to cool off in my study. There I am alone as usual and slowly basking in my loneliness when I feel the piercing gaze of Adam’s eyes on me. “You have such a remarkable death glare you’re the ready they invented the phrase; if looks can kill” I say as I gradually open my eyes. “You could have let the witch kill that girl and by now we’d be rid of her without needing to present many convictions” he says in a straight tone and I immediately responded. “Are you questioning my judgement Adam?” What seems like a flicker of fear flash in his eyes the moment he catches a glimpse of mine. I stare straight and directly into his
The time is 12:45am Darkness envelopes the mansion , the guards are asleep and there is perfect silence everywhere else except my brain which has been replaying the events of the previous day. I turn around in my bed wishing and hoping I find some sort of solace to sleep off unconsciously but it didn’t seem like that is happening anytime soon. I rise from the bed, my eyes looking all over the room, “maybe I should take a stroll” I decide in a split second and rise almost immediately. Thank God for the perfectly made door that makes no creaking sound, I can easily just open it without worrying about alerting the guards, Lucien and Adam still ain’t back from wherever they went. “Tch tch tch, who did this” I click my tongue and complain as I step on a piece of bead that is left lying on the ground, it almost made me slip off my feet. I slowly make my way down to the basement elevator as usual, this is the only chance I have and I might have to give up going soon since I still hav
As I wake up to the bright sunlight streaming into my room, I find Lucien standing before me. His piercing gaze sends a shiver down my spine, and a sense of fear washes over me. Tentatively, he starts a conversation, his words initially awkward and distant.“Good morning, Natasha. Did you sleep well?” Lucien asks with a soft toneI try to compose myself and respond with a small nod, my voice barely audible.“ Yes, thank you. How about you?” I reply with slight hesitation, looking intently into his eyes and hoping he doesn’t know the truth about what I’ve been up to the previous night. His expression softens slightly, and he offers a faint smile. “ I managed to get some rest. I hope you're feeling better today, little pet.” His voice carrying a bit of sarcasm I muster up the courage to engage in the conversation, easing the tension between us.“ I'm feeling much better, thank you. The room feels so alive and vibrant this morning.” I realise he isn’t aware and I wonder what’s up with
We’ve spent quite some time in Lucien’s study and I’m still on my second glass while Lucien has had quite a lot. Two bottles of the same whiskey to be precise, they lay around on the ground seeming like there’s been a party in here. As the time ticks by, Lucien's starts to become more and more vulnerable. “I own you little pet!, you’re mine and mine alone” he says in his drunken state, I wonder what’s come over me but I kind of like the way he calls me like something he purchased in the convenience store. “You’re tired Lucien, would you let me help you to your room ?” I ask with a low tone trying not to aggravate or annoy his “royal highness”. “Nonsense, I can walk and move around just fine” Lucien, in a drunken stupor, is attempting to stand up and walk on his own. His unsteady legs wobble beneath him as he struggles to find his balance. In a continuous cycle of swaying, he pushes himself upward only to falter and stagger back to his seat.Observing Lucien's inebriated efforts,
“Little pet…” he starts with a soft voice, which hardens later on “you’re mine entirely, my property” he grips me one more time even stronger than it was before I can feel my skin being grazed by the harshness of the force he’s exerting on me. He forces my legs open again and starts to lick me under, undeniably it feels good and warm I cannot believe I’m liking this even though it’s forced. He rose back to me and kisses my cheeks, complimenting how good I taste, I’m irritated by his act and tired of fighting him. In a matter of seconds I can feel something really big making it’s way into my body, I find my strength again and scream really loud, at the top of my voice making sure the entire house can hear me. “You’re really wet for someone who’s resisting” he say and he covers my mouth with his large hands. I can no longer scream, I hold my breath and focus all my energy into my arms and trying to push him back, Lucien is far too strong. He won, he penetrates me with a gently but
“What have I done? What am I doing? Was I really that drunk?” I think as I lay next to Natasha, I can hear and feel her sombering and crying. Why is it so hard for me to fall asleep now? Is this guilt? Numerous thoughts rush in my head preventing me from falling asleep. I wait until she is no longer moving; perhaps she’s now sleeping.I rise from her side gently and pick up my clothes making my way out of her room, I take one final glance at her before finally disappearing into the hallways and out of her sight. I lay in my bed restless the entire night wondering what had come over me to have done such a thing “ohh Lucien, you’ve turned into another man that I do not recognise” I say to myself with a maniacal laughter, I keep moving around the bed until dawn after which I decide to sit in the large living room.I stand motionless in the living room, observing Natasha as she emerges from her room. She moves like a ghost, devoid of life, her eyes distant and detached. Irritation and di
The next day after the garden encounter, The next day dawns upon me as I awaken in the embrace of my vast, darkly lit room. The air hangs heavy with a sense of grandeur and opulence, the room exuding an aura fit for dignitaries and presidents. The walls are adorned with rich, dark colors, accentuated by minimal lighting that casts subtle shadows across the space. A single large window stands tall, its presence shrouded by heavy black curtains that deny entry to the morning sunlight.I slowly rise from my slumber, feeling the weight of the previous day still lingering within me. As I shuffle towards the opulent en-suite bathroom, the plush carpet cushions my every step. The room is a sanctuary of marble and gold accents, a testament to extravagance and luxury.I grab hold of my toothbrush and squeeze a generous amount of toothpaste onto its bristles. The sound of running water fills the room as I wet the brush before proceeding to meticulously scrub my teeth, the rhythm of the brush ag
We both stand panting in the middle of the forest, surrounded by broken trees and torn-up road. The air is charged with tension, and it's clear that neither of us is backing down. "You're a strong old man," I say, my voice tight. Raphael laughs, but there's a hint of bitterness in his laugh. "And you're a persistent young fella," he says. I can tell that he's getting tired, but so am I. This battle could go on for hours, and I'm not sure how much longer I can last.Raphael launches at me, his fist colliding with my face. I fly backwards, crashing into a tree. I try to stand up, but my body feels heavy and sluggish. My vision is blurry, and I can barely make out Raphael's figure through the haze. He walks towards me, his face cold and expressionless. I know he's about to deliver the final blow, and I can't do anything to stop him.As I stand there, resigned to my fate, I hear a voice calling my name. I try to focus, but my vision is still blurry. Then, I hear it again, and I realize it
I'm chasing the convoy of cars, and I manage to catch up to the last car in the line. I slash at the tires with my claws, and the car tumbles over onto its side. Five werewolves jump out, snarling and growling, their eyes glowing red with rage. They leap towards me, ready to fight. I stand my ground, ready to face them.As the werewolves charge towards me, I leap into action. I meet the first werewolf head-on, blocking its claws with my own. We clash together, our claws and teeth tearing at each other, snarling and snapping. I feel the other werewolves closing in, and I know I have to act fast. I twist away from the first werewolf, kicking it in the chest as I spin. I duck under the claws of the second werewolf, landing a punch to its gut. The third werewolf leaps at me, but I grab it by the throat and toss it aside.The fourth werewolf swipes at me with its claws, and I feel the skin on my arm tear. But I ignore the pain, focusing on my opponent. I grab the werewolf's arm and twist i
I try to push myself to my feet, but it's like my body has given up on me. I feel like I'm going to pass out, but then I feel a warm touch on my shoulders. "Lucien," a familiar voice says. I look up, and I see Natasha, standing over me. I'm surprised to see her here, but I'm also relieved. "What are you doing here?" I ask. "I can't just stay home while everyone else is fighting," she says, her eyes determined. "This is my mess too." Natasha helps me to my feet, and I feel a little better. Then she takes out a knife and slits her wrist, offering me the blood that flows from the wound. I know that drinking her blood will make me stronger, so I take a drop. But as soon as I do, the strength rushes through me so fast that I lose my balance and crash into the stone floor of the temple. It's a jarring blow, but I feel my strength returning. I look up at Natasha, and I see a determined look on her face. "We have to stop them," she says.Before I can even get to my feet, I'm kicked in the sid
After our first clash, Arturo raises his hands, his fingers glowing with power. He shouts "Let thunder be my guide!" and a bolt of lightning descends from the sky, heading straight for me. I leap out of the way just in time, the lightning striking the ground where I was standing a moment ago. I pounce on Arturo, my claws tearing into his chest. He staggers back, but then he laughs. "You're fast," he says, his eyes glittering. "But let's see if you can keep it up and if that was not a fluke."Arturo's power is incredible, his spells strong and fast. But my current strength is a match for him. I leap and dodge, the trees around us cracking and falling as our battle rages on. Leaves and twigs fly through the air, and the earth shudders with every blow we land. It's a fierce and deadly dance, and I can feel my strength waning. But I won't give up, not until the battle is won.I lunge at Arturo, aiming to take him down, but he's faster than I thought. He sidesteps my attack, and then his h
There's a shortcut to the temple, and I know it like the back of my hand. It's a winding path that few know about, and it's shrouded in mystery. As we run, our speed increases, until we're moving at the maximum speed that a werewolf can travel. The air rushes past us, and I feel like I could run forever. But there's no time for that now. We need to reach the temple before Aurora does.We're stopped in our tracks by a huge crack in the earth. It's as if an earthquake has split the land in two. I'm about to jump across when Sam appears, teleporting in a flash of light. "This is the advantage of being a witch," he says, a smug grin on his face. "I can just teleport across." I feel a surge of annoyance, but I know he's right. I grin, and I leap into the air with all the strength I have. I feel the wind rushing past me, and for a moment, I feel weightless. Then I land on the other side, my feet hitting the ground with a thud. Jacob is still on the other side, looking at me in disbelief.
“All I know is a Sarvic’s blood is enough to boost the spiritual power of any being and it’ll be extremely helpful in boosting the individual’s ability” mother said and in the twinkle of an eye, before I can even react Lucien slits my wrist open and there’s a cup in his hand, he takes my blood. As if that’s not enough he dashes at Jacob and forces a few drops into his mouth. He takes some for himself before stretching the rest to Sam, “drink up” a diabolical tone in his voice. Lucien’s too scary for me to actually believe he’s lovable.I hold my wrist, the pain searing through my body. My eyes are full of fury as I glare at Lucien. "Why did you do that?" I demand. "Why did you slit my wrist so that you could taste my blood?" Lucien stands before me, and he is the picture of calm. He seems unfazed by my anger, and it only fuels my rage. "Your blood is special, Natasha, according to your mother," he says. "It's powerful. I think I might need it for my plan to work." His words send a chi
A devious smile spreads across my face as a brilliant idea forms in my mind. I look around, taking in my companions: a single witch, a werewolf, and myself. "This will have to do," I say, my voice low and dangerous. Sam and Jacob exchange a wary glance, as if they can sense the dark thoughts churning in my mind. I can see the fear in their eyes, but I know they're with me to the end, not entirely sure about Sam though. I turn to Sam, an expectant look on my face. "Can you clone yourself?" I ask, hoping for a positive answer. His expression falters, and he shakes his head. "I can't," he says, sounding a little embarrassed. I feel a pang of guilt, knowing that I'm asking more of him than he's capable of. Suddenly, we hear a voice from the kitchen area, as if from a great distance. "Cloning spells are one of the easiest ancient spells a witch should know," it says, its tone full of knowledge and experience.We turn, and there's Alphana, Natasha's mother. She's an enigmatic figure, shrou
I stir from my sleep, a persistent knocking sound breaking through my slumber. I glance over at Natasha, who's sleeping peacefully, and decide to investigate the noise myself. I throw on a robe and head downstairs, my footsteps silent on the hardwood floor. I see Jacob, already on his way to answer the door. He stops in his tracks and bows low as I approach. "What is it?" I ask, my voice cold and commanding. Jacob shrugs, looking just as puzzled as I am. He opens the door, and my eyes remains the same for the lack of surprise surprise. Sam stands there, a sly grin on his face. I want to slap that smug expression right off his face, but I keep my cool, my expression stony. "What do you want?" I ask, my voice like ice. Sam chuckles, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Just wanted to pay a visit, Lucien," he says, his tone overly casual. I raise an eyebrow, unimpressed."Of course, I'm not here for a visit," Sam says, rolling his eyes. His expression turns serious, and he fixes me with a
I look at Natasha, Jacob, and her mother, who are all looking at me expectantly. "I'd like to tell you a story," I say, my voice calm and measured. "A story about how I came to be the man I am today." They all nod, leaning in to listen. I clear my throat, and begin. "I was born into a family of myth and power...""My father and mother were the rulers of a powerful pack of werewolves," I say. "They were the alpha and Luna, and their rule was unquestioned. But their power made them enemies, and one day, their own comrades turned against them. They were betrayed, and they were killed." I pause, my heart heavy at the memory. "My sister, Lauren, and I were banished from the pack. We were left to fend for ourselves, and we struggled to survive." I feel my anger rising, but I keep my voice even. "It was then that I vowed to never be weak again. "I turned away from all emotions and friendships," I continue. "I focused only on gaining power and strength. I worked hard, took risks, and did thi