Days had passed and Hazel was getting better and better in her skills as a princess of death but it wasn't as fast as she would have wanted it.Her baby would soon be out and she knew that the moment that happened, it was going to be the end of her.She worked harder in the small room she had created for herself, hoping to be able to restore her life to earth before the baby came. But all of these were difficult for her, especially since she had to avoid Raglan's mother by all means.Hazel had tried her possible best to steer clear of her. She knew that she hated her and she made sure she never had anything to do with her.But Raglan's mother made it her duty to be in Hazel's business. She found excuses to be around Hazel and to be part of her life and though Hazel tried her best to avoid her, it was not possible.As she finished her training with her instructor that day, Hazel slowly made her way to her room to rest but as she took the final bend, Raglan's mother immediately appeared
"No!" Hazel's screams resonated through the walls of the midwives' workshop. Against their will, the midwives had lain Hazel on the worktable and had tied her limbs down to the table. One of the midwives took a cloth and started to stuff it into Hazel's mouth to muffle her screams. "Leave her mouth free. I want to listen to her screams," Raglan's cold voice echoed in the room, stopping the midwife. "Please Raglan! You can take my life but let this child live! He is innocent! Please!" Hazel pleaded with Raglan. "I should let the bastard child live?" Raglan chuckled. "I am putting an end to the lives of all the bastards in that family. Including the whore that dared bear him a child," Raglan said with such contempt his face contorted with disgust. Tears spilled down Hazel's face. She couldn't breathe. She knew this was likely going to be her end, but she had hoped she could escape. But she refused to give up on her son. Hazel continued to beg, offering her life in exchange for
There were a ton of things on Hazel's hate list, but the ones topping her charts were witches. She did not have any personal vendetta towards them. It was just that, as a werewolf, one was thought to hate them, and that was without prejudice as witches were always bad news. Witches were the ones who brought on a bad name for paranormal beings. They had a knack for causing and propagating mayhem. This was why when Hazel, on her way to school, she saw her twin sister Maeve sneaking out of the forest where the witches stayed, was almost hysterical with fear. "Maeve! Maeve!!" Hazel called out to her twin sister. Maeve had heard her the first time but did not acknowledge the calls as she cared less about her sister. "Maeve!" Hazel kept on calling. "The bitch!" Maeve cussed under her breath in anger then stopped and slowly turned to look at Hazel with a death's glare. Hazel jogged over to where Maeve was standing at the edge of the forest. "What the hell were you doing inside there
After their imprint, Hazel and Asher hit it off as if they were long-lost friends meeting up after a while. She learned so much about him on the tour, and they both skipped their first two classes as they spent them talking. "Life has not been easy for me in the last three months," Asher confided to Hazel as they sat in the school park talking. "My father died some months back, and I had to come back from Europe to take his place as the Alpha. Fitting into school is the least of my problems right now," Asher added. "Wait! You're the heir to the Red Night clan?" Hazel asked with a tinge of surprise in her green eyes. "Yeah... how do you know?" Asher asked with raised brows. "Oh my God!" Hazel mumbled against her hands that were covering her mouth. She did not know whether she should feel fear or if she should be happy. She was mated to the Alpha of the most powerful and fearsome pack to ever exist. This was a blessing as an affiliation between her pack and the Red night pack w
Maeve had not been able to think clearly ever since Hazel smeared it on her face that she had found her mate. She had been hoping they would both not find a mate by the ceremony. Her father's incessant reminder was not helping either. It wasn't like she could go to the streets and pick herself any male! She couldn't do that. Maeve had really placed all her eggs in one basket. She wished Hazel would not find a mate as well, and they would be even. Hopefully, the elders would understand, and there wouldn't be a need for any of them to be sold —even if deep down she would have preferred Hazel to be the one to be sold. But the fool had gone and gotten a mate, and now she was doomed. What was she going to do? How was she going to escape the ceremony? She tossed and turned on her large purple bed as she thought of how she could escape her doom. Their birthday was only a couple of days away. She had to find a solution as quickly as possible, but what could she do? How could she find
The day of the ceremony came, and Hazel was wild with excitement. It was still early in the morning, but Hazel got off the bed and started preparing for the ceremony. She and Asher had recognized themselves. They even shared a kiss, and the bond was evident as it sizzled between them. She had to worry only about the right dress to wear. For the first time in her life, Hazel didn't let herself worry about Maeve. She had done all she could for her. It was time she focused on herself. She started to plan in her head how she and Asher's joining ceremony would be and how she was going to be the Luna of the most powerful pack. But then her thoughts returned to Maeve. She did not know if Maeve had gotten a mate yet. She had been acting strange for the last few days, and Hazel hoped whatever it was, she had a way to get herself a mate when the ceremony started. Maeve was a pain in the ass but she was still her sister. She did not deserve to be in the hands of Kael –the Alpha of the Wes
Living with Kael had become a nightmare for Hazel. The man was the real definition of a monster. When he dragged her to his kingdom a couple of weeks ago, she thought he was being cruel when he slapped her and asked her to stay quiet but now, she knew that cruel didn't even come close to who he was. The sun was just coming up that fateful morning and Hazel's bleeding heart soiled even further as the rays of the sun filtered through her room. The space was beautiful. The large white bed and soft blue color on the wall was a theme that was represented even on the vanity chair and lounge area. But none of these things made her happy. Only Asher could make her happy. Maeve had done something to him and she had to find a way to convince him or snap him out of whatever it was Maeve did to him. Her eyes diverted from the window to the rattling door. Someone was coming. She involuntarily recoiled unto the bed as she knew only one person came in with such noise —Kael. The door got kicke
'An offer?! From a demon prince?!' Hazel looked on confusedly with her hands still clutching the dagger plunged into her by her beloved.She held onto the dagger as if it was some life source."Don't be afraid," The demon prince said as he sauntered towards her."Where am I?" Hazel said as she took her eyes off of the red eyed phantom walking towards her and gazed around.She was in a place that seemed empty yet filled; she was in perpetual darkness but she was still able to see the phantom before her as clear as day."You're nowhere," The demon prince said with a smile.Hazel tried to let her wolf out but it seemed like there was an emptiness in her as her wolf didn't surface. For the first time in her life, she felt entirely naked and alone.Raglan chuckled, "that is useless, your wolf is dead–died some minutes ago. Its just you now."Hazel just stared mortified at him without saying a word."Take a walk with me," Raglan said in a tender tone as he held out his hand to Hazel.Hazel
"No!" Hazel's screams resonated through the walls of the midwives' workshop. Against their will, the midwives had lain Hazel on the worktable and had tied her limbs down to the table. One of the midwives took a cloth and started to stuff it into Hazel's mouth to muffle her screams. "Leave her mouth free. I want to listen to her screams," Raglan's cold voice echoed in the room, stopping the midwife. "Please Raglan! You can take my life but let this child live! He is innocent! Please!" Hazel pleaded with Raglan. "I should let the bastard child live?" Raglan chuckled. "I am putting an end to the lives of all the bastards in that family. Including the whore that dared bear him a child," Raglan said with such contempt his face contorted with disgust. Tears spilled down Hazel's face. She couldn't breathe. She knew this was likely going to be her end, but she had hoped she could escape. But she refused to give up on her son. Hazel continued to beg, offering her life in exchange for
Days had passed and Hazel was getting better and better in her skills as a princess of death but it wasn't as fast as she would have wanted it.Her baby would soon be out and she knew that the moment that happened, it was going to be the end of her.She worked harder in the small room she had created for herself, hoping to be able to restore her life to earth before the baby came. But all of these were difficult for her, especially since she had to avoid Raglan's mother by all means.Hazel had tried her possible best to steer clear of her. She knew that she hated her and she made sure she never had anything to do with her.But Raglan's mother made it her duty to be in Hazel's business. She found excuses to be around Hazel and to be part of her life and though Hazel tried her best to avoid her, it was not possible.As she finished her training with her instructor that day, Hazel slowly made her way to her room to rest but as she took the final bend, Raglan's mother immediately appeared
"What?!" Hazel squeaked, her face confused as to what she had just heard.Raglan held her by the shoulders his face lit up with a joy that she never believed could exist in the realm of darkness.He shook her as if to wake her from something."Hazel! We are in love! We now have a child on the way! All that's left is for us to get married!" Raglan said trying to connect some imaginary dots.Hazel knew she could not do this. She had endured the past weeks pretending to like him. Getting married to Raglan was going to the extreme and she was not sure she could survive it.With the same speed with which his face had lit up, the joy on his face dimmed out and a sadness replaced the light."You don't want me?" Raglan asked his voice pricking Hazel with the amount of pain that was in it.Hazel sighed.She knew this was not going to be easy. For her to secure what was hers, it was required of her to make certain sacrifices and this was one of them.With a weak smile that did not even touch he
Over the next few days, Hazel and Raglan's relationship blossomed.Raglan was so happy and he made sure everyone knew about him and Hazel –including his mother.Hazel was still trying to wrap her mind around how she became a girlfriend to the prince of death. The person who had taken away the joy from her life.Hazel had not factored a relationship between her and Raglan into her plans. She had envisioned a totally different trajectory for her plan and she was not happy with the way things were going.Raglan made sure she spent half of her day with him. He tried to make her move to his room but Hazel refused.Staying with Raglan meant she would have to have sex with him and that was something she dreaded happening.She however had been forced to be intimate with him.They cuddled in bed together before bedtime, and they kissed quite a lot –although she tried to find ways to avoid kissing him there was only so much she could refuse for her plan to really work.She did everything intend
Hazel spent the next twenty minutes thinking and rethinking her plan. 'What if it fails?' she asked herself. She knew that was a useless question to ask herself. She knew exactly what would happen if her plan failed. But there was no way she was going to back down. She placed her hands on her belly, rubbing it. She had to take the risk for the child's sake and his father's. With that in mind, Hazel got up and marched to the bed where Raglan lay lost to the world. He looked much more beautiful in sleep and he looked much less like the evil bastard that he was. Hazel looked at the left side of his chest. She knew he had no heart but she wished he had one so that she would have the satisfaction of impaling his heart just as how he had made her do so to all those Alpha's just for his selfish reason. Raglan was lucky she did not know how to send him to hell, she would have done it there and then. Rather, she got on the bed and started to try and take off his black tunic. It was no
She stood before the master of ceremony her entire body weak with fear.The master of ceremony turned back to face the crowd and then he rose both of his hands up into the air and then announced in a low voice, "It is time."As if on cue, the whole room erupted in a terrifying chant.The master of ceremony hurriedly walked away leaving Hazel standing in the middle tears running down her face as she witnessed the ritual happening around her.She could not move as she knew doing so will be fruitless. There was no possible way she was ever going to be able to make it out of the place without being caught moreover she was stuck there in fear.The blood that had been running past her legs started to flow faster.The chants from the demons grew frantic and the symbols on her body started to grow brighter and brighter making her body look like it had been set on fire.Hazel could feel a terrible presence in the room one which was more terrible than all the demons put together. This was follo
"When you said the entire realm would be present did you mean it?" Hazel asked Raglan as soon as Persia landed in front of the four walls.Raglan turned and looked at her dropping the reins. He could see fear spread all over her face."No, I didn't mean it literally," Raglan said to her. "Those who will be in attendance at the banquet are only royalty and those who matter. The rest will be celebrating it at other places."Hazel nodded, her anxiety was a tad bit relieved by his explanation."Shall we?" Raglan asked and he held out his free hand.Hazel nodded then took her hands off the chariot where she had been holding tightly for her dear life.Her legs were still wobbly from her experience but she willed herself to stand steady.The ride had been a bumpy one and many times, Hazel's stomach threatened to hurl out the contents of her stomach but she fought to keep it down.She clasped her hands once more in front of her and Raglan took ahold of her elbow guiding her down the chariot.
"You look so beautiful," Raglan said looking at her with eyes that were full of admiration."Thank you," Hazel said with a warm smile."So do you," She added and her comments were more than just mere flattery. Raglan looked really handsome even though he was dressed in intimidating attire. He had swapped his usual cloak for a tunic, black as night. Underneath the tunic, he wore what looked like chain mail armor, and in his left hand was a scepter that was shaped like a scythe, one very similar to the grim reaper's.There was something in Raglan's eyes as she looked at him. It was a look she had seen before but not on Raglan and it was weird that he had that look in his eyes as he looked at her.Her heart made a little flutter and she had to caution herself to keep her cheeks from reddening. She had to stay focused. The life of her child depended on it.Raglan also tried his best not to look into her eyes. That was very strange as he had never for once been timid before her or anyone
Hazel had lost track of time as she lay on the bed while her body was tattooed with a bunch of symbols she could not decipher.She had spent the time drifting in and out of sleep and when she woke up the last time, she was shocked to see that they had only even covered the front her neck to chest area, and her arms.It was now she understood the maid's issue about time.She wondered why just drawing figures will take so much time.She decided to glance down at what they were doing so she tilted her head down.When she did, she felt a sense of foreboding come over her.Something in her grew cold as a strong feeling of fear seized herAlthough she could not decipher the symbols drawn on her body, she knew that they were something extremely evil."What are these?" Hazel asked her voice more of a whisper."These are the truths of ancient times," The maid said, her voice very quiet as if in reverence to the symbols.Hazel did not know what she said but she did not ask further.She moved a