MEREDITHThe voices around bombarded my ears, heightening my anxiety, although I tried not to show it, I never did. "Quiet," I stated calmly. When the noise still persisted, I screamed, "Quiet!"Unused to hearing me raise my voice, they quieted down. "Willow is in trouble," I began. "It's up to us to get her back from the Lycans before... Before they torture her to deat--"Hellene suddenly snapped, "It's all your fault, Corinne! If you didn't come up with that stupid plan--"Corinne scoffed heatedly. "Oh, like you would have thought of a better plan? Funny how I didn't hear you object t--""Ugh! I can't believe you! I can't believe any of you!" She proceeded to storm off.I made to stop her, but Maren beat me to it. She placed her hand on Hell's shoulder, saying calmly, "Hey, we're going to get her bac--"Smoke literally blew out of her ears. "Aren't you supposed to be her friend, Maren? For all we know they could be picking off her nails from the skin of her fingers one by one, and a
WILLOW __My cellmate was quite... talkative. Even now the scaly woman's voice rang out in the cramped room, grating on my ears."...Yes! I'm telling the truth. I was a princess in my land, right up until these dogs decided to take my sister, Dierdre, for some debt we haven't paid yet. To be fair, something that old shouldn't be considered a debt anymore. But, noo, king La--"I didn't want to even hear his name being spoken, but sadly, my ears were not immune to Yvonne. The 'princess'--an interloper from another dimension--had landed herself here when she came to get her captive sister, and now she was stuck in our dimension, or kingdom Earth as she'd called it."...I mean, every night before I sleep, the palace maids comb my hair with exactly two hundred and five brushes. Imogen used to add an extra one..."From the side of my eyes, I took in the young woman who was at the verge of hysterics, that was, if she wasn't already driving into it headfirst with a speeding limit. She was bl
The chambers were freezing cold when we poured into it, marching towards the door at the end of the lengthy corridor. The prisoners were huddled in various corners of their cells, eating what was left of breakfast. As we neared the massive door, it was being pulled open, and then we were marching through it.I recognized some sights around from the night before, the empty stone hall, the open peristyle, the manicured gardens... On one of the numerous wooden chairs dispersed around it, I caught sight of a bespectacled boy around my age sitting and typing away at the laptop opened in front of him.As if feeling my gaze on him, he rose his head and looked back at me. Our eyes hung for an inexplicable minute.A nudge had me reeling forward.Someone said above me, their voice dripping with irony, "Stop staring at our technical expert, he isn't going to help you run away."I tried to twist my arm out of his grip and ended up releasing a frustrated breath. "Meathead," I muttered."Watch your
Something collided against our cell bars loudly, producing a godawful sound. "Wake up!" A guard yelled.Prying my eyes open, I squinted, focusing on the huge guard. I started to glare, but stilled when I saw numerous other guards with long chains in their hold.Yvonne paled, saying from beside me, "Gods, no. Don't tell me it's today."Confusion filled me but I never tore my eyes from the guards."Up," one said.I drew back. "We're not even going to eat first?""I said up!""Okay. Sheesh."I struggled to my feet, Yvonne rising up on her tail. She slithered away on instinct when the bars were forcefully pushed open.The guards invaded our cell, starting to replace our bindings. One gripped my wrists, holding it together as the cuffs were opened, then another longer was being one closed around it.All the while a thousand thoughts bounced around my head. I shot a look at Yvonne. The same treatment was being given to her.One end of my chain was attached to Yvonne's, then we were led ou
Yvonne stared back at me from the other end of our cell.Night had descended over the castle, blanketing us in darkness."So," Yvonne began, her tone one of false indifference. "Is it just me or... did the king seem really angry at that boy for humiliating you?"I looked away, trying to act indifferent so she'd drop the topic. I shrugged. "Beats me."She didn't drop it, instead she started to slither towards me. "Did anything happen between you two?""No," I said. When she continued to approach me, I shot her a look that stopped her in her tracks. I rose a brow at her pointedly. "I'm in here because I tried to kill him, remember?"Saying nothing, she tilted her head at me, continuing to look at me for an unnerving while. A loud clang sounded beyond the steel doors and we snapped our heads toward it. I watched the handle twist, and then the door was pushed open. In walked two huge lycan guards.Wordlessly, one approached our cell, opening it.Once he stepped in, I drew up, instantly g
The next day came in a burst of sunshine, and annoying lycan guards."Up," some jerk ordered, opening the cell wider.My eyes flickered open and I sat up slowly, eying the burly guard. "What do you want?"Of course he didn't answer. He would lose his heart to a witch if he did; which, to them, was a worse fate than beheading.Once he started to swap my lengthy bindings for shorter ones, I realized he was leading me to my interrogation. "But it isn't afternoon yet," I said to his uniform, because it was more likely to listen to me than its wearer.Without saying a word, he grabbed my arm and started to lead me out. I threw a glance behind me, sighting Yvonne's still sleeping form.Down to the open colonnade we went. In the manicured gardens beyond, I spotted the thin, bespectacled boy from yesterday. When our gazes connected, he quickly looked away in guilt, nervously typing away on his keyboard.The cottage doors opened and I was led in. As usual, I swallowed on sighting the torture e
Our night meal came in, getting slid beneath the bars. I took it, eating my food silently."So how'd the interrogation go?" Yvonne asked, picking at her food.Nodding, I shrugged. "Okay." Terrible. I didn't know if I'd been able to convince Hick into believing I was innocent, or just managed to make things worse for myself."Alright." Yvonne took a bite of her bread, scrunching up her face. "I don't know why I expect it to taste different each time."I let out a laugh. The sound was alien even to my own ears, and I realized it was the closest I've come to being happy since arriving here. My joy, however, died as soon as the steel doors were pushed open.Three guards poured in this time, heading over to our cell. Yvonne slowly dropped her meal, her mouth opened halfway. "What's the damn occasion..."The clattering of keys sounded and soon the bars were slid open. A clang rang out once it hit the end of the wall.I reflexively drew up when they advanced towards me. Knowing it would be n
It felt like my soul had been sharply sucked out of me by a large vacuum, and it spat me out into an entirely different world. The motions around me were happening so fast; voices rattled off words in lightning speed; people, scenes, things: passed on and away rapidly, and all the while my head reeled, trying to clamp down on the rush around me. Then there were moments it all slowed down. "Don't worry, lad, I'm sure he just wants to quizz you on your lessons," I heard a guard say. Shock coursed through me when I saw he was dressed in an extremely outdated fashion. Almost like I'd gone back in time. "Yes," someone else said, moving through the bright hall. "I'm certain that's just about it." Then the world went crazy once again. My heart sped with each scene I experienced at breakneck speed. Words, sounds, laughter, chattering; bombarded my head, nearly driving me crazy. Then it all slowed once again. "Do it, Lan! Kill the enemy of your people." I moved against my will, as if
Hi, guys. So this is a wrap up on all the potential spinoffs!♥ Please comment below on which one you liked better and would like to read. . Annnddd, about the ending of The lycan king, here it goes: in chapter 64, Cordelia asks Willow, "Do you think evil truly ever goes away? Ever dies?" To which Willow says, "I don't know." Cordelia's reply after that is, "No, it lives on in our memories." There you have it. Dmitri only 'lives' in Willow's memories. Literally. He only exists there because as a downside to Willow's powers, she forms a connection with anyone whose memories she's ever looked into. Only when she's strong enough and has total control over her powers can she break it. So much for my cliffhanger. So, guys, thank you all so much for reading! It means a lot. And if you enjoyed it please, please, pleassee with a drop of hot lava and some basalts: leave a honest review and star rating in the main page. See you in the next book!
Chapter 1.[Dedicated to Sonic Tails, Anita.E and ♥Evihan♥] _ (CORINNE) It's been three hundred and seventy days, eight thousand eight hundred and eighty hours, and an infinite amount of seconds since my roommate disappeared. Which meant it was three hundred and seventy days since I knew I could even count. And that much amount of days since anyone around here paid me any attention. They were too busy sulking over Hellene's disappearance, and my birthday was f*cking tomorrow. Going down the stairs, the satisfying click of my red bottoms reached my ears, along with the quiet, dread-filled whispering slinking around the coven. Goddess. The witches acted as if someone had died! Well, I was going to if everyone kept ignoring me. I ventured into the gold hall, which was easily the most beautiful room in our New Orleans coven. I liked to think ours was the best coven among the ten that existed throughout the faction. I came across the ground floor and paused. It was teeming with
Chapter 1.(HELLENE)_"Please?" "No.""Pretty pleasee?""No.""Pretty please with a drop of hot lava and some basalts?"I budged. "I'll think about it..."Corinne, my roommate and a witch in the same coven as me, squealed and hurried out of the sunny room in a flurry of designer clothes and expensive heels.Maren, another one of my caste-witches, came in at that moment, chuckling quietly. "You shouldn't always give in to Corinne's demands, you know?""Her ceaseless begging would make a coven eunuch beg for quiet.""Eunuchs are deaf.""Exactly my point."She chuckled again, walking into the mostly empty room. "Still, Hell, don't. Corinne's like a parasite. Once she sees you're a perfect enough host, she strikes. With Willow gone, you're the youngest in the coven now and she's exploiting that fact perfectly." She finished with a smile, "But not under my watch."I pushed a stack of empty cartons over to my bed. Taking one out, I began to cram in my numerous books.She scoffed. "You're
A/N Hi, guys! So I'm having a massive writer's block (okay, it's not writer's block as much as it's an overflow of ideas). I don't know whose book to continue as a spinoff. I have so many story ideas based off each character. (and no, my loves, I won't "just write all of them" because there are so many other book projects I have going on). So here's what I'm going to do. Everyday I'll post a chapter from each potential spinoff and I'll leave it to you to decide which one you think I should continue. Annnndd, about the ending of The Lycan King, if you read through these chapters, it will be explained. Contrary to what you believe, it does have an ending. And the clue to finding out whether or not Dimitri's 'real'--and if Willow and Lan would have their happily ever after (finally)--is at least ten chapters back. But I'll relieve you of the detective hat and explain it all in the final chapter. So read on! Alright, so the first potential book spinoff is Aradia's (One of the witche
[A YEAR LATER] __ I woke up with a smile on my face. The space beside me was empty but warm, and I rolled over to inhale Lan's delicious scent. I supposed he was downstairs making sure everything was set for tomorrow. I should join him. Exhaling, I got off the bed and started towards the bathroom, yawning as I went. Water bursted out of the shower, rousing me up completely. Scrubbing a hand down my face, I looked around. The massive, marbled space never ceased to amaze me. In fact, every part of the luxurious house never did. Lan and I had bought a mansion at a secluded part of Chicago. A place that was near Gornagon though. And it was magnificent. Washing my hair with shampoo, I exhaled in content. Everything was magnificent. I was at final year of fashion school and already, in my repertoire: were a few collaborations I'd done with reputable fashion houses. I was expecting, too. Lan and I were yet to check the gender of the baby, but we'd set a date to next week, and despite th
WILLOW__[A Week Later]Just as I closed the book on my desk, the door opened. Turning, I saw Meredith at the entrance. Her grey eyes regarded me softly and when she fully came in, I saw she held a tray in her hands.Drawing closer, she dropped the tray on my desk. The smell of pancakes filled my nose.Meredith ordered gently, "Have something to eat."Shaking my head, I pushed my chair away from the desk, rising. "I'm not hungry," I mumbled.When I started to turn away, she grabbed my hand. Her eyes turned serious. "What good would it do to Lan if he returns and sees you're determined to starve yourself to death?"Bloody feet dragging against hard concrete flashed across my mind, quickly followed by the sight of Lan's twisting form before he was beheaded. My throat tightened. "He's not coming back," I said, diverting my gaze from hers.Dropping my hand, she stepped back. Her eyes flashed. "And what if he isn't? Are you just going to abandon your responsibilities? You have a kingdom t
The rain threatening to fall had let up, and the sky had been cleared of every dark cloud by the time I went back to the battle field.Stopping above a hill, I took a moment to look at the crowd below. The witches and lycans that'd been under the influence of the elixir were now restored back to normal, their faces bright with tears, relief and happiness. The emotion that was most palpable was sorrow, for the people lost. My stomach knotted. I didn't think I would ever have it in me to feel happy again.Meredith was the first to notice me. Her face brightened. "Willow!" she yelled.Heads swerved around and soon a cheer rose up in the crowd, prompting me to come down the hill and walk over to the wide field. While I neared, Meredith noticed the bleak look in my eyes. Perhaps the rest did too because gradually, they quietened.Meredith drew closer to me, the rest of my caste witches in tow. Sybil stepped forward, a tentative smile on her face. For the first time since I've known her,
His boots clicked against the tiles as he slowly approached me. Chills slithered down my spine with each step he took and I found myself backing away.His low voice filled the room. "A little diviner prophesied about you two centuries ago. She said... you would destroy me. You." A little smile cracked his hard face, then it disappeared. "Do you know what I did to her?"He continued to prowl towards me and when my back touched the wall, I got spurred into action. A white energyball exploded out of my palms, heading straight for him.Hands at his back, he inclined away from the assault fluidly, never seizing in his stride towards me. "I had her killed," he continued as if I had not just attacked him. "There was tension between your kind and the lycans, so I decided to fuel it. What better way to do that than to strike where it hurts the most?"The image of Lan's mother flashed across my mind, bare of all her limbs, and I hurled another ball at him, shrieking, "You, animal!" He merely
WILLOW__The faces around me were cold, set.It was time. The atmosphere had darkened considerably, thunder rumbling off at a distance. The cave was filled with countless lycans and some had shifted, standing over nine feet tall with a build as wide and large as the tanks displaced outside. Witches around spent the last few minutes practicing their spells, their armour plates glinting against the residue of fiery hues from the cauldrons.Vials were passed around and when Tristan sounded the order, they turned it over their mouths. All around me, warriors, both witches and lycans, started to slowly disintegrate. The ever present dark feeling in my stomach intensified, rising to spread around my chest.Meridith shouldered her way through the diminishing crowd, advancing towards me. When she stood before me, she held my arm and brought her face closer to mine, saying in hushed tones, "Try to stay clear of the fight. I know for one king Dmitri's not going to be on the battle field, he'