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Chapter seven: Feeling Fear
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2024-08-12 08:27:35Nikita's POV
As I stepped out into the dimly lit corridor, the oppressive atmosphere of the grand hall left behind, a sudden, crippling pain shot through my body. It was as if my very bones had been set aflame. Gasping, I fell to my knees, unable to support myself any longer. Fear gnawed at me, a feeling I hadn't allowed myself to experience in years. What was happening to me? The hallways of my home, usually so familiar, now seemed menacing.
My vision blurred as the pain intensified, each breath a struggle. I clutched at my chest, desperately trying to stabilise myself, but the pain only deepened. I crawled towards the nearest nook, a dark corner where the shadows offered a semblance of protection—though I knew it was a fragile illusion. The sound of a door creaking open behind me sent a dangerous spike of adrenaline through my veins. No, not now. I couldn't be seen like this. Weakness invites challenge, and in my world, it almost always ends in blood. My father's voice echoed in my mind, a cruel reminder of the unyielding strength he had always demanded from me. Silencing my breath, I pressed myself deeper into the shadows, every muscle screaming in agony. From my hiding place, I saw Rykor step out into the corridor, his eyes scanning the area, missing nothing. My heartbeat thundered in my chest, loud enough that I feared he could hear it. "Where did she go?" Rykor muttered to himself, his voice laced with both curiosity and impatience. He stopped for a moment, pulling in a deep breath as if trying to catch a whiff of my scent. He moved with an unsettling calm, methodically searching, his presence a testament to the power he held within him. I prayed silently, a rare plea directed to any force that might listen: Let him not find me. I couldn't afford this, not now, not ever. The idea of Rykor—a rival alpha—witnessing my vulnerability sent ice through my veins. With a final glance around, he seemed to concede and turned back to the door from where he came. The relief was almost as palpable as the pain that had seized me moments before. I let out the breath I had been holding and leaned my head against the cold stone wall, eyes squeezing shut in an attempt to gain some control over the relentless agony. Gradually, the torturous pain began to subside, leaving a dull, aching throb behind. Forcing myself to my feet was an ordeal, every movement a reminder of my helplessness. My body trembled, but I had no choice but to carry on. I had to get to my room, to somewhere safe from prying eyes and potential challengers. Just as I turned the corner, my beta, Yuri, met me. His eyes widened in concern, taking in my dishevelled appearance. “Nikita, your guests are asking where you have gone,” he said, his voice measured but ridden with underlying anxiety. I drew a steadying breath, summoning every ounce of authority. "Tell them the night is over, and they should all return to their homes," I commanded, my voice carrying the weight of undisputed authority. Yuri nodded, but his steps hesitated."And I would like the witch here tomorrow morning. The one who bound my wolf."
His eyes widened in shock. “But Nikita, your father forbade any magic in his kingdom.” “My father is dead,” I replied, my tone icy and decisive. “I am Alpha now. Get me the witch.” The conflicting emotions in his eyes mirrored the turmoil within me. He gave a curt nod, understanding that my word was final, and turned to carry out my orders. I made my way to my room, every step a testament to my determination. Sliding the door shut behind me, I allowed myself a moment of reprieve, sinking onto the edge of my bed. Why had the pain come now? What did it mean? The markings on my skin, each a testament to a life I had taken, seemed to weigh heavily upon me. I traced them absentmindedly, the memories of those I had lost intruding upon my thoughts. Was this a consequence of my curse or something far more sinister lurking in the shadows of my reality? As the moonlight streamed through the high windows, casting eerie patterns on the stone floor, I laid back on my bed, closing my eyes and praying that tomorrow would bring answers. Still, as the faces of the ones I had killed flashed through my head just like they did every night, a new face overtook them, but this one wasn’t dead. He was very much alive. Rykor.Opening my eyes, confusion overtook me. Why was his face in my mind? He was nothing to me. Was this a warning that he would be the next life that I took? seeing his face now was a warning that he was coming for me.
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The Luna of Death Chapter Eight: The Witch's Visit
Nikita's POVThe morning brought no solace. After another sleepless night, tossing and turning in a vain attempt to find peace, I found myself seated on my father's old throne.Father's throne, once a symbol of his iron will and love for his pack, now felt like a prison. It was strange sitting here, the weight of the Luna of Death title pressing down on me. Imagining the simple warmth of human touch was a cruel joke."Your presence is requested," Yuri said, snapping me from my reverie. He walked in with a purpose, his voice echoing through the empty hall. "The witch has arrived.""Good," I replied coldly. "Send her in." It barely mattered to me who entered the hall; in my eyes, they all seemed like shadows, fleeting and intangible.Yuri opened the heavy double doors wider, and the witch entered, her dark cloak flowing gracefully around her. She moved with an eerie, almost ethereal grace. As she approached, she slowly pulled back her hood, revealing a face that spoke of ancient wisdom
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Rykor’s POVSweat ran down my brow as I trained harder than I ever had before in hopes that it would help me get her off my mind. After leaving the funeral, I went home and found myself sitting in my office reading a book about her. The stories were those that nightmares were made of, but I found them hard to believe because the girl I had seen yesterday was no monster. She was nothing more than a small girl, a beautiful one but nonetheless a small, unthreatening girl.Running again to the other side of the training ground, I pushed myself harder, running faster as if I were trying to run away from thoughts of her. As I paused at the other end, trying to catch my breath, I spotted my beta, Thorne, walking towards me with purpose. Letting out a sigh, I readied myself for whatever he was about to say.“Alpha, you’ve been called upon.” Thorne's voice was urgent. “By the Luna of Death.”I couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking my head. “Her name is Nikita, Thorne. We don’t need to use a name
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Nikita's POVMy finger tapped the side of my chair as I waited for Rykor's arrival. Yuri stood silent beside me, but I could tell there was something bothering him by the way he kept glancing over at me every few seconds.“What is it, Yuri?” I finally said, not bothering to find the irritation in my voice.Yuri hesitated for a moment, but then his face hardened with resolve. “Nikita, the pack is unsettled by your choice to bring in the witch when our kingdom has forbidden magic for so long.”I gave him a cold look and remained silent, not bothering to engage in a futile debate.He pressed on, his concern evident in the tension lining his face. “Changing things like that is a dangerous game—one you do not wish to play.”From the corner of my eye, I saw his fingers twitch nervously. The audacity of his words sent a wave of anger through me. I stood up from my throne in one swift motion, my eyes blazing with fury. “Is that a threat, Yuri?”Yuri met my gaze without flinching, his voice st
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Nikita’s POVThe door clicked softly, closing behind Rykor. I let out a breath I didn’t realise I was holding. The air in the grand hall grew colder, as if the shadows of my ancestors were watching, disapproving of this new alliance, or perhaps they were merely echoing my own doubts. "Yuri," I called, summoning my beta back into my presence. His hurried steps reflected a mix of concern and determination.I hated that I had to question his loyalty now after he had stood by my father's side for so long."Gather the pack, Yuri. We have important matters to address," I ordered, my voice steely and resolute.Yuri nodded, sparing no time to question. As he left to gather the others, my hand instinctively moved to the hilt of my father's sword, a relic of power and death. The leather of the sword’s handle was worn, bearing the imprints of my father’s grip, each mark a reminder of our bloody history.To wield this sword was to accept the legacy of fear and dominance my father had instilled i
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-08-20The Luna of Death Chapter Twelve: The Unseen Wounds
Rykor's POV Silently, I followed Nikita inside, my senses attuned to every nuance of her movements. The sunlight streamed through the mansion's tall windows, casting elongated shadows that seemed to wrap around her like spectres. Her gait was strong, a front for those who needed to believe in her invincibility. But as I watched her closely, I saw the seams of her façade fraying. When she reached the grand hall, she was no longer the Luna of Death but a tortured soul, weighted by burdens unseen. My heart ached for her, the contradiction of her existence. Outside, she was a monster—a killer. Inside, she was a scared little girl haunted by her curse. "Fear is not the way to be a good alpha," I said softly to her. Nikita turned to face me, an icy gaze shielding her vulnerability. "You can't just walk into my home uninvited," she snapped, trying to mask the tremor in her voice. I stood there silently, studying her. She shifted on her feet, telling me that she was uncomfortable with m
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Nikita's POVThe throne room was empty, its cavernous expanse echoing with memories. Sitting on my father’s throne, my fingers brushed over the cold metal of the sword I still held, the same sword that had spilled so much blood. Each drop seemed to whisper tales of my past, pulling me back to days when my heart was still capable of warmth.My eyes closed, and I was once again a frightened child, stumbling through shadows cast by a cruel curse. I could barely understand what had happened when my touch had taken my mother's life. Her eyes, once full of love, turned into hollow pits of lifelessness. The marks on my skin began on that fateful day, one for every soul I would touch and kill. They were countless now, but my mother's mark and that first one seared into my memory like a brand of eternal torment."Do it, Nikita," I heard my father’s voice resonate through the past, commanding my every action. "Prove your loyalty."I had been so young, so desperate to make him proud. His grin as
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Rykor's POV The pile of documents symbolising various pack issues seemed less daunting in this soft light. I had been up since dawn, sorting through reports and letters, mentally preparing myself for another demanding day as the Alpha of my pack. Just as I was about to delve into a particularly convoluted treaty negotiation, a soft but hurried knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. “Enter,” I called, looking up from the parchment. Thorne, my beta, stepped in, his generally composed features strained with subtle tension. He strode towards me purposefully, his footfalls nearly silent against the polished wooden floor. “Thorne, what’s the matter?” I asked, arching an eyebrow in mild curiosity. Thorne inhaled deeply before speaking. “Alpha, there’s been an unexpected arrival in our territory,” he said, his voice low but steady. My interest piqued, I sat back in my chair. “Who is it?” “It’s Alpha Nikita, sir. She’s already at the border,” Thorne declared, his gaze unwavering as
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Nikita's POVAs I followed Rykor through his territory, my emotions were a whirlwind beneath my cold exterior. The greeting he received from his pack was a stark contrast to the reactions my presence evoked. People smiled and nodded as he passed, their faces lighting up with genuine warmth. It made me uncomfortable, the way their eyes followed me with thinly veiled curiosity and trepidation. I struggled to keep my face unreadable, to bury the turmoil that threatened to break through."Magic? Here?" I muttered, a mix of fascination and anxiety spilling into my voice as we approached the secluded clearing surrounded by an ethereal glow. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a reminder of my cursed past.“Yes. While it’s not common knowledge, we have a few members who possess unique abilities,” Rykor explained. “I don’t usually bring outsiders here, but I wanted to share it with you.”My gaze wandered, taking in the delicate balance of nature and enchantment that permeated the air. Th
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The Luna of Death Chapter 83
Nikitas Pov"Speak, then," I replied, crossing my arms defensively.His eyes, clouded with the weight of countless past grievances, met mine. I could see something akin to desperation—a vulnerability mirrored in an elder, a man traditionally emblematic of unshakeable resolve. There was a bottomless depth of weariness in his gaze that resonated with the part of me that understood the burden all too well."I'd much rather do this somewhere else," the Elder finally said, casting an uncomfortable glance around the grand but claustrophobic hall. His voice was low, carrying an urgency that piqued my curiosity despite myself.It was risky to leave the safety of the hall, yet inexplicably, I nodded, gesturing for him to follow through the labyrinthine corridors that led to my father's office. The walls bore silent witness to secrets long since buried—a skewed juxtaposition of the legacy I carried and the decisions I had to forge along the way.Stepping into the office felt like entering a tim
The Luna of Death Chapter 82
Nikitas PovI lay in bed, pretending to be asleep as the night slowly dragged on. Rykor sat in the chair beside me, his presence a silent sentinel against the darkness that threatened to consume me. There was a safety in his vigil, a protective weave of silent strength that should have been comforting. Yet, for the first time, I wished he would leave. I craved solitude, space to let the tears flow without witness, to crumble quietly without judgment. My soul ached with the desire to submit to my pain and reveal the true extent of my brokenness, but that would never be possible—not with Rykor here, steadfast and unyielding. I couldn’t share this weakness with him, for it would mean admitting defeat against the vile man who had dared to touch me.The memory of last night lingered like a shadow, clinging to my thoughts with cruel tenacity. I had always been aware of the world's darkness, but nothing had prepared me for the soul-deep violation the man forced upon me. As the first light of
The Luna of Death Chapter 81
The room was filled with a heavy silence, the weight of despair hanging in the air like a dense fog. Nikita now seemed like a shadow of herself, wrapped tightly in her own arms, as if trying to protect her fragile soul from further harm. Her vulnerability was achingly palpable, a stark contrast to the fierce leader she was known to be."Nikita," I whispered gently, not daring to reach out and touch her, though my heart ached to provide comfort. "I’m here."Her shoulders quivered, but she didn’t lift her head. The room fell into a deep hush as if echoing her unspoken pain. I stayed there, a silent sentinel by her side, my own heart breaking at the sight of her suffering.Words would be hollow, echoes in the wind, unable to banish the shadows that had wrapped themselves around her heart. So I just sat there praying that being there would be enough.Slowly, her tear-streaked eyes met mine, each glance like a sharp blade slicing through the emotional barricade that had built up around my
The Luna of Death Chapter 80
Rykors PovThe air was thick with a potent cocktail of fear and rage, and I had liked it momentarily as if the world knew something pivotal was about to transpire. I forced myself to focus, my senses sharpening like the instinctual keenness of a wolf in the hunt. The path to Nikita's kingdom stretched before me, each step purposeful and laden with an urgency that threatened to consume me.I couldn't let another day pass. The decision I had mulled over grew more resolute with every heartbeat, becoming a fire that was now wild and consuming in its intensity. The moon hung low, a sentinel watching over my advance. Its light illuminated the entrance to Nikita's grand palace.As I entered, I met Iian, emerging from the hall. Fatigue etched itself into the lines of his face, yet his smile remained steadfast and warm. "Alpha Rykor, good to see you," he greeted, strength lacing his voice. His eyes, though tired, still carried the patience and empathy of a trusted Beta he had shown himself to
The Luna of Death Chapter 79
Nikitas povMy heart clenched, even as I fought to maintain a semblance of control. A silhouette shifted in the corner of the room, separating itself from the shadows like a spectre called forth by some dark incantation. I held my ground as the figure coalesced into a man—a predator cloaked in darkness, his eyes gleaming with a malevolent purpose.With measured calm, I swung my legs out of bed, the cold floor grounding me against the tumult within. Standing, I faced him, embodying the deadly power that pulsed beneath my skin. I could unravel him instantly, but it was the excitement that throbbed within my curse that I feared. It yearned for connection, hungered for an end.The man stepped into the moonlight streaming through the window, his face poisonously serene. "All you had to do was give it to me," he drawled, his voice a sickly sweet melody that turned the air sour. "Perhaps you would've had a few more days on this pathetic earth, free from your curse, able to touch that patheti
The Luna of Death Chapter 78
Nikitas povThe dim warmth of my room was barely comforting against the chill that wrapped around my bones like a shroud. Weakness coursed through me, and every step felt like a battle of its own. My limbs trembled as though they fought a hidden adversary, an unseen force gnawing at the edges of my composure.Reaching my sanctuary, I leaned heavily against the door, drawing a shaky breath to regain some semblance of control. My gaze fell to the new marks on my skin—unmistakable evidence of the path I walked. They were dark, curling with an unsettling elegance across my forearms, yet these marks brought no pain. Instead, an uncanny tranquillity washed over me, a juxtaposition to the chaos I expected.Still, the memory of him lingered— the way my curse had filled with so much excitement the closer I got to him; the look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. He was pure evil, wanting the curse for reasons I would never understand, and I wasn't sure I wanted to. It scared me h
The Luna of Death Chapter 77
Nikitas povThe dim light of early morning cast long shadows through the tall windows of my father’s office, and I sat alone at his desk, confronting the silence with an iron will. Exhaustion gnawed at the edges of my mind, a persistent ache growing stronger with each sleepless night spent grappling with the relentless curse within me. It had become a separate entity, living beneath my skin, whispering insidious thoughts of surrender and relief in the quiet moments between each breath. But none of that would deter me from my chosen path. I would not let it win; this curse died with me, even if that meant going through this pain for years.A soft knock interrupted the grim silence of the room. “Come in,” I managed, my voice barely above a weary whisper.The door creaked open, and disappointment flickered across my heart as I saw Iian step inside. How I wished it was Rykor—his presence was something I had craved since we last parted. Yet I reminded myself repeatedly that I had made peac
The Luna of Death Chapter 76
Rykor's POVThe air in the palace was thick with a heavy silence, broken only by the faint, haunting echo of my footfalls against the cold, stone floor. My heart felt heavy like it was trying to anchor me to the ground, pulling me into the depths of despair that threatened to swallow me whole. Returning to the palace hadn't been my intention, But where else was I meant to go? I couldn't run and hide forever.As I stepped through the ornate doors, the echo of voices pulled me from my thoughts. Up ahead, down the dimly lit corridor, I noticed Thorne leaning against the wall, his expression unreadable. I hesitated, torn between approaching or slipping by unnoticed. Thorne had always been more than a beta to me; he was a confidante, a brother in arms, yet a weight of unspoken words lay heavily between us.Just as I was about to pass, his voice cut through the silence, sharp and pointed. "You're being selfish, Rykor. If you truly loved her, you'd be there, helping and supporting her, not r
The Luna of Death Chapter 75
Rykors pov My fists pounded against the unrelenting rock, the sharp scent of my blood mixing with the brisk night air. Each strike jolted through me, a painful reminder of my grief, yet I embraced the pain willingly. Sweat and dirt smeared my skin, marking the gruelling hours I'd spent lost in an emotional storm of anger and sadness. My body ached for rest, but I couldn't listen to its demands. All I could see was Nikita's lifeless image haunting my thoughts.As the first light of dawn mingled with the night, her voice—impossibly real—whispered behind me. “Rykor.”I froze, my fists still clenched, caught in a moment of disbelief. Was this my mind's cruel trick? My arms fell, weighed down by exhaustion and an unwillingness to face what might be another figment of my delirium.She approached, the familiar sound of her footsteps almost comforting. Yet I couldn't turn around, fearful of the pain of seeing her again. If she was merely a ghost, I didn't want to know.“How did you find me?”
