The two women snuck under the dim light of the moon. They were two figures moving amongst the shadows.They stopped walking and had now resorted to running to save time.Their footsteps made noises on the earth as their feet slapped the ground in their haste.Hazel tried to keep up as best as she could with the plump woman leading the way.Not only did the limp she had because of the wound on her foot slow her down, but the plump woman was unbelievably fast for her age and size. It took Hazel a whole lot of effort for her to keep up with Shana.Her leg still hurt but she limped her way. Every time she stepped on the injured foot by mistake, a sharp pain shot from her feet, through her spine and ended in an explosion of pain in her brain.The pain was much but it did not stop Hazel.She knew the pain she would feel if she had to leave Micah or if she failed and her father lost his life was a trillion times more than the pain she felt in her leg and that was what kept her going.Threadi
As if she was under a spell, Hazel unbuttoned Micah's shirt from her body, both her hands working to take apart the buttons one after the other while her eyes were fixed on Shana's back at the table. 'What have I gotten myself into? ' Hazel kept on asking herself over and over again. 'Why is there an altar? Am I a sacrifice? ' Hazel asked herself. But despite her apprehension as to what was going on, Hazel removed her hands from the sleeves of the shirt she was wearing till she was totally naked. Then following the instructions Shana had given her, she walked slowly to the large stone bed which was the altar. She first sat on the edge. The cold, dampness of the stone biting into her naked flesh. Then slowly, she lifted her legs off the ground and placed them on the altar before finally lowering her head onto the hard surface. Her soft warm body against the cold, hard surface was not the right fit but Hazel did not complain. She did not even utter a word. Her head faced upright
His screams continued, getting louder with each passing second.The screams came from both her father and Micah as they were engulfed with fire."What is happening? What is happening?!" Hazel asked aloud to no one in particular as she watched the two men she loved the most writhe in pain as they were roasted by fire."Shana?! Shana?!" Hazel called out but the only response she got was louder screams from the two men before her.Hazel ran from side to side, joining the cacophony of screams with her own as she wondered what to do."Someone help!" She screamed at the top of her lungs but nothing."Dad?! Micah?!" Hazel called out to the writhing men but it was as if her voice caused their pain to get much worst because their cries and screams increased.Hazel dropped down to her knees and covered her ears in her hands trying to drown out the screams but it was to no use."Ha ha ha!" A dubious laughter came from nowhere causing Hazel to raise her head.She was so happy to hear someone's vo
Hazel could hear herself screaming and it was the sound of her scream that jerked her back to consciousness.Her eyes flew wide open to a reddish-yellow gleam.With her chest heaving and with her panting for breath, her eyes traveled around the room till they rested on a familiar face."Welcome back," Shana said but her face did not show the joy of welcoming someone.The response Shana got from Hazel was the flow of warm tears from her eyes.'It was all a dream,' Hazel thought to herself.'I had just been dreaming,' she added in her mind to console herself.And although she reassured herself with those words, something in her mind made her feel she was wrong.Because why could she still feel the warmth from the fire that had been burning? And why was the pungent, nauseating smell of burning flesh still grazing her nostrils?She was torn between reality and fantasy."Did you see what you were looking for?" Shana asked Hazel thereby breaking her thoughts.Hazel nodded her head in the af
Micah was lying down on the ground, totally naked just the way she had left him. But there was something else, something that had not been there when she had left. Micah had burn wounds on his back and he was cradling himself as if he was in pain. "Oh dear Goddess!" Hazel mumbled to herself as tears ran down her face. Then she ran to where he lay on the ground and fell beside him. She could hear him whimper as his body heave up and down from pain. "What happened to you?" Hazel asked her even if something deep in her knew what had happened but she just refused to believe it. Micah did not have an answer for her nor did he acknowledge her presence. Tears ran down her face as she cried seeing the situation he was in. She could not believe that her greatest nightmare had come to pass. "What happened to you? My love!" Hazel kept on asking without getting any answer. She then threw her hands around him in a bid to hug him but Micah let out a wailing scream of pain that caused Hazel
Hazel could hear her heartbeat hysterically in her chest. "I was?" Hazel asked in a voice that was out of breath. "Yeah... you were," Micah replied. His eyebrows were scrunched as he reminisced on the dream. It looked like thinking about the dream was a chore for him. Hazel had her eyes fixed on him praying he would not make a correlation to what was going on. "Funny thing is... " Micah started to say as he turned his attention back to her face, "You were crying. Just as you were doing, " He added looking into her eyes. Hazel gulped as her mouth suddenly filled with saliva. 'What should I say? ' she asked herself in her mind. Hazel continued looking at him as fear filled her heart. Micah was looking at her with eyes that seemed to go beyond her eyes but were probing her soul. She had always loved his gaze on her but today, his gaze felt like hot wax on her skin. 'Should I just tell him the truth? ' she wondered to herself. 'But how could I tell him that I am destined to plung
They remained sprawled on the bed long after their lovemaking. Micah held on to her so tight he never wanted to be separated from her.It was no longer a relationship between a sex slave and her master. They had long grown past that stage. He was very close to claiming her and the only thing stopping him was the intense search his brothers were still having for her.He was protecting her and as he said, they couldn't come to him no matter what but somehow he couldn't help the strange feeling that ate at the back of his mind.A small voice kept reminding him that she might leave and if he marked her, the pain would be more devastating for him. He had to wait till at least the search was called off.While they waited, he would continue having the best time of his life with her curled around his arms."Micah," her soft voice whispered pulling him out of his thoughts.He shifted so that his face was directed at her beautiful smile. He stretched his fingers and he let them rest on her chee
"You look grumpier than normal. What is the matter little imp? " A heavyset man who was sitting on a throne carved with terrifying images of skulls and souls crying out said Raglan with a chuckle.Raglan turned a side eye to the man who was despicably looking with two horns protruding from his head."I'm not in the mood uncle, " Raglan said to the man in a grumpy tone as he walked into the heavily furnished room.The room looked like a picture from a haunted story with the whole room decorated with demonic garb and memorabilia.His father's errant brother, Lucas, who was sucking on a bone marrow, sprawled on the chair, always found a way to rile him up but today he was not in the mood to deal with anyone. He was furious with how things had finally come to play.Tomorrow was the last day of the twenty-seven days he had given to Hazel to carry out her mission.He could not believe that what had started so well had ended so badly."Bloody Micah! " Raglan hissed under his breath."I shoul
"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