Ophelia, the daughter of Ryan and Avery, was the only survivor of the attack on the moonshine pack in the southern region. Losing her entire pack made her a Lone wolf. Hated and despised by her own kind. Her father made a request when their pack was attacked. She was to find her uncle and deliver a message. Which inadvertently sends her on a journey to the north. Ophelia had always wanted to be free, to make her own choices and experience human love, not a forced bond. She wanted to love on her own terms, but nature had set her on a different course. During this journey, Ophelia discovers that she is mated to the Monarch, and it is her second shot at life. As if playing a cruel joke on them, nature paired a Lonewolf with the Monarch, a man with no tolerance for weakness, to a woman born from an ordinary wolf. A woman who did not even want a mate. Ophelia cannot morph into her wolf until she fully remembers who she is. Her body has to merge with her soul to trigger the transformation process; she is set on a quest to remember. She uncovers secrets she discovered in her past life, and with the help of Aaron, her mate, they unravel the mystery behind the existence of the half-bloods and identify the traitor in their ranks. Together, they save humanity from the torment brought to them by the half-bloods, rescue the captured wolves, and avenge their fallen heroes (her parents). They bring order back to the world. Proving that love can be found in the most unusual of places.
Voir plusCHAPTER 58They stepped forward together, and as they did, the stone plaque illuminated, revealing the first riddle carved into its surface."I cannot talk, but I always reply when spoken to. I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have nobody, but I come alive with the wind. What am I?"The emperor’s mind raced. The answer was just beyond his reach, like a word on the tip of his tongue, but it wasn’t coming to him. He glanced at the general, whose gaze was fixed on the inscription, as his fingers tapped against his chin.“I know this one,” he said, his voice steady. “It’s an *echo*. It speaks without a mouth and hears without ears because it reflects sound. And it comes alive when the wind carries the sound to bounce off surfaces. Just like the waterfall echoes around this cave.”The emperor nodded, impressed by his swift deduction. The general recalled the words that eluded. “Echo. That’s the answer.”The general stepped forward, placing his hand on the plaque. The stone sh
CHAPTER 57THE CAVE OF GODS: RIDDLE OF PASSAGE The entrance to the Cave of the Gods loomed before the emperor and his group. The air had grown heavy with the scent of damp earth and ancient stone. Ahead was a distant echo of dripping water, a waterfall maybe, that was reverberating through the dark cavern. That should be the location of the herb they came searching for.The cave’s jagged mouth appeared like the gaping mouth of an ancient creature or extinct beast. It was too big to be a creature they knew. But that was to be expected. It was the cave of the gods. The cave entrance did not look like it had been a natural formation etched into the mountainside. However, it seemed like it had been molded and half-hidden by thick vines and moss. But over time, it molded perfectly with the scenery.They would call it beautiful if it did not threateningly loom over them. There was an edgy feeling. Beyond the mouth of the cave lay something eerie and dangerous. No one knew what awaited them
CHAPTER 56The moon gently bathed the warriors in its ethereal glow as they emerged from the desert and appeared above the foot of the mountain. It’s gentle light cascading down the canopy of trees.The warriors released ragged breaths they did not realize they were holding. The last few days had been tough, but now, they were tired and weary. They looked around them to confirm if they made it across that treacherous desert. Their armor was battered and worn. They were gaunt and weary from the horrors they had endured, their faces marked by the scars of the horrendous battle they had fought. Their numb arms felt the weight of their weapons. They had endured so much, and yet somehow, they survived.Was this real? Or was this the desert playing tricks on them? Were they really out of the woods, or was this another torture conjured by the gods?They looked around and panicked. There was a hint of fear and trepidation in their expressions. It was safe to say they had been mortified, and
CHAPTER 55 They had finally made it to the caves. The rest of the warriors, whose flesh was turning to sand, gradually became normal. Being on the sand was turning them into sandmen. The weight of the revelation was heavy and unsettling. How could they escape? It was no wonder the leader of the sandman said they would not leave without a toll. Now that their numbers had further reduced, they did not know what would happen next. The apprehension weighed deeply in their chest. Did they want to know what lay further out there? Cayla had expended a lot of energy and needed the reprieve. She found a corner at the corner of the cave and lay down to rest. The silence was hanging in the air as the remaining survivors replayed the day's happenings. Cayla curled up against the cold, damp stone wall of the cave. Trying to quiet her breath for an unknown period. The echoes of the desert battle still rang in her ears, the roar of the sandstorms, the shrill cries of the dying warriors, the
CHAPTER 54 “Dammit!” The general cursed, backing away. It was futile. They couldn’t kill them, not in the traditional sense. Every time they struck one down, more emerged, sprouting from the ground beneath them. “Get ready!” He shouted as another wave of Sand Men surged forward. He swung his sword in a wide arc, slicing through the air with all the force he could muster. The blade cut through the sand, but it was like slicing through smoke. The creature collapsed into a mass of shifting grains, only to reassemble again, a new form rising from the dust. “Form up! Protect the king!” The second in command bellowed, his voice steady despite the chaos. His eyes were sharp, his old instincts kicking in. He had seen wars before, but never anything like this. The warriors pressed forward, their shields locked together, their spears aimed outward. They fought not to kill the sandmen but to keep them at bay. Each Sand Man that reappeared was a reminder of the desert’s ruthless power, its ab
CHAPTER 53But there was still a lingering question in their minds. Did they win? Was it a mirage? Or a hallucination? They did not have to wait for long before the answer became apparent. Their relief was short-lived as the tension returned to their weary bodies.By now, it felt like the gods were playing tricks on them. No, they were using them for entertainment purposes. The gods were peering down at them from their celestial plane and having a good laugh. Was it weird that they were getting chased by sand? Yes, it was. Was that the worst thing they witnessed? No. Was it the swarming sand locust that multiplied whenever they killed them that made them think so? No, it wasn’t. It was not even the two massive colossus creatures they conquered. The craziest thing that had happened was that their numbers had reduced, and they were not getting killed. No, they were not even getting captured. However, what they witnessed would give them nightmares. They had seen some of their comrades
CHAPTER 52The air became thick with anticipation and tension as the warriors were now surrounded by new enemies, rising from the sands at every turn. The heat, the madness of the desert, and the ferocity of their pursuers all seemed to converge, each moment stretching into an eternity of desperate survival.And so, the real battle began.The air was thick with dust and the acrid scent of sweat as the battle raged across the desert. Their boots sank into the dry, powdery sand. It was a quagmire of churned earth as the two forces collided with violent fury. On one side stood the warriors—battle-hardened men and a woman, their swords, shields, and axes gleaming in the sunlight. They formed a circle, shields interlocked, with their weapons raised and eyes steely with resolve.Opposing them was a horde of monstrous sandmen. They had twisted, hunched figures with gleaming eyes and jagged limbs. They moved as one entity, a relentless tide of chaos, hungry for blood, and the warriors had no
CHAPTER 51They soon appeared on a vast land of nothingness. The desert stretched as far as their eyes could see. They were safe from the terrors of the beguiling forest, but who knew what horror the vast expanse of nothingness had in store for them? Their once large number of fifty warriors had reduced to twenty-five, and they had barely spent one day in the mountain of the gods. The stories of the mountain and what they were experiencing were vastly different. The difference was like heaven and earth. The only place the people who had explored before complained about was the cave of no return. Yet, they had somehow been in perilous situations as soon as they began their journey. The sun beat down relentlessly on the warriors, its merciless rays stretching across the endless sea of sand that had replaced the beguiling forest they had barely escaped. The once dark and foreboding woods had given way to an oppressive, barren desert where the air shimmered with heat, and the horizon se
CHAPTER 50The dense forest trees towered over Cayla, the emperor, and the warriors. They were like ants as the twisted trunks and gnarled roots formed a maze that seemed to shift and turn with every frantic step they took. Shadows were stretched unnaturally across their path, accompanying them with each step as though the forest itself was alive, watching and taunting them. “Keep moving!” The general gasped as he led the frantic group of warriors forward. Their faces were pale, eyes wide with terror, but they didn’t protest or resist. They marched forward with hurried steps. The rhythmic pounding of their hearts was audible to their ears. Whatever was chasing after them was behind them, drawing closer with each passing second. They spent the night safely in a cave to avoid whatever attacked them the night before. Suddenly, as the morning sun rose in the sky, an earthquake had them running out of the cave. It was terrifying. One moment, they were afraid of the creatures out there,
In ancient times, various creatures roamed the earth. They were called supernatural beings with abilities that were way beyond the understanding of mere mortals.The inception of their creation was to contend with the otherworldly beasts that greatly oppressed humankind; they were literal bloodsuckers; it was an era subjugated by chaos and mayhem.The battles lasted decades before the Versipellis fully immobilized the Vrykolakas. In modern folklore, the Versipellis were the shapeshifters, otherwise known as werewolves, and the Vrykolakas were the bloodsuckers, now known as vampires.Their long, hard battle that eventually ended in victory did not come without a cost. The Versipellis lost their Luna. The backbone of not only the Monarch but also his people, it was a bittersweet moment when she sacrificed herself for their victory.It was a victory that was never celebrated, for the loss of one's mate is like the loss of oneself, a feeling of loss, utter loneliness, and despair, the abs...
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