CeliaMy heart froze in my chest, the weight of his words sinking like an anchor. I stumbled back, my mind a whirlwind of fear and disbelief.As I ascended the stairs, the echoes of his chilling confession reverberated in my mind. I had sought answers, but now I was faced with a choice that threatened to tear everything apart.My heart raced as the weight of his words sank in, the chilling revelation twisting my thoughts into a chaotic whirlpool. The damp, narrow corridor felt like a prison itself, suffocating me with the gravity of the secret I now carried. Each step I took toward the surface felt like a slow ascent from the depths of a nightmare.Emerging from the dungeon, I found myself blinking against the sudden influx of light, disoriented by the transition from shadows to reality. The castle's grand halls, usually bustling with life, now seemed distant and alien. I clutched at the secret I bore, the burden heavy in my chest, threatening to crush me under its weight.I returned
CeliaA restless unease gnawed at me, like an itch that refused to go away. The mysterious words of the prisoner echoed incessantly in my mind. How could I solve the puzzle he'd presented? The Whispering Woods, the Altar of Shadows, and the embrace of darkness—all these pieces of knowledge stayed incomplete.As time passed, I felt as if the walls of our huge room were closing in on me, and the air grew heavy with anticipation. The prisoner had told me so many things, and I wanted to find out the answer right away. But no matter how much I tried, I could not make sense of it.I had to find out who this man was and how he knew all this. Only then I would know if his words held even an ounce of truth.I did not want to. I needed clarity, a way to understand the uncertainty that had become my reality. Fueled by a relentless thirst for answers, I found myself pacing outside Jasper's study.I hesitated outside the door for a moment and then slowly pushed it open.The study's door opened wi
CeliaJasper dragged me all the way up the stairs after kicking the door and shouting some orders to the guards, all of whom trembled more than a stray leaf caught in a thunderstorm.I think I heard him say something about clearing the mess downstairs and emptying the dungeons but I was not quite sure.My mind had gone blank for some time and I felt as if I was left without a way of treading through the darkness that was engulfing me.Jasper kept walking up through the stairs and I followed meekly all the way to our room. He threw the doors open with a kick and pushed me inside while I almost stumbled against the side table.He then closed the door with a loud thud and then stood glaring at me.I could sense his anger directed at me and I felt fresh panic surge through me. He had hardly been angry with me once or twice so I flinched involuntarily.He must have noticed it because he began taking deep breaths to calm himself down.The silence stretched on between us, hanging heavily bet
CeliaI raised the lantern up in my hand as I looked up at the restricted section. There were shelves upon shelves of books here too, but unlike the colorful ones in the ordinary shelves, these seemed to emanate an ominous aura.There were books as slim as a finger and some as broad as my entire back in here. And it was not just the sizes that varied. Some had engravings on them, weird symbols while others looked old as time itself.Some had no title at all, while some spines had too many letters jumbled up together. I let out a sigh upon looking at the shelves, wondering where to begin.‘Altar of shadows…where do I find you?’ I thought to myself and looked around to find a small ladder to climb up and reach the topmost shelf.Somehow, I believed that the prisoner’s words weren’t gibberish. And his death made me feel even more pressure to find out the truth, as I thought somebody was trying to hide the truth actively.He had been in the dungeon, forgotten and left to rot all these yea
CeliaThe cold hard floor was covered in blood, lots of blood. I saw red everywhere and it took my brain some time to register what the smell was.I rushed forward but almost slipped due to the blood spilled on the floor. The prisoner was hanging down limply from the chains holding his hands in the air.But I saw blood dripping from his wrists, flowing down his hands, and pooling down on the ground.The handcuffs around his wrist were shimmering in a bright blue hue and every time he twitched, the blood oozed out of his skin.I tried not to shriek again as I went near him and hesitated for a bit wondering how they were suddenly shining. The last time I met him the runes were dormant and had not shone like now.There was a bright blue light around him but the man looked very weak and exhausted.“What is happening?” I asked him but he did not answer.I craned my neck to get a better look at him as his dark matted hair had fallen on his face, blocking my view of him.He let out a breath
CeliaI remember using the chains to drag them through the entire floor and hitting the wall with them as hard as I could.And then I realized how tired and exhausted I was feeling. The place was not so dark or gloomy anymore due to the lantern and the gap I had squeezed through that was still there, allowing light to filter in.But this chamber was dark and ominous, not just literally but figuratively. It did make me feel as if the magic used to seal the prisoner inside this chamber was dark.I had many more questions about how he had been alive all this time and who put him here but that could be solved later.For now, I had to take him to the royal healer. Thus, I grabbed the chains again though it made me feel tired all over again.I slowly lifted the chains and tried hitting the wall but again, it barely scratched the bricks without doing much damage.This would not work, I had to get help. Frustration rose inside me. Why had that damn witch put this person behind such a secure w
CeliaI could not rush after Vasil even if I let Rain take control. And he had made his decision.With a sigh, I left the room and decided to look for the unknown prisoner. I still needed answers.But then I realized I had no idea where Jasper might have kept him. Was he in the infirmary or in a prison?The man, though injured and weak, was a prisoner, so I was not sure if he would be given a royal treatment.Worrying at my lips, I ran through the hallways, asking servants if they knew where Jasper was, and then drag him to wherever the prisoner was.I was running through the hallway when I heard his voice.“No, you are lying” He sounded angry. I looked behind and saw that it was his study.Wasting no time, I opened the doors to find a terrified Victor cowering under his gaze.“Victor!! What are you doing here?”Victor was seated in a chair, his hands tied and his face covered in sweat.“My lady! Please, help me!” He cried upon seeing me and I immediately rushed forward.“Jasper, what
CeliaWith my lips still looking puffed from all the kissing, I managed to drag Jasper to the infirmary where the prisoner was kept.It took me a bit of coaxing, but he finally told me the location of the prisoner because I teased that I would not say what he wanted to hear until I had found a way to break his curse.It was childish, I knew, but it worked somehow.I even felt a little guilty to lead him on like this, but desperate situations called for desperate measures.So, that is how I found myself in front of a bed on which a man was lying down. I looked at that man and then at Jasper.“Who is this?” I asked, and Jasper chuckled.“The same prisoner you found inside that secret chamber.”I furrowed my eyebrows. The man did not look anything like the prisoner I had seen. The prisoner had soot covered skin, matted hair and was gravely injured.But the one lying on the bed and covered with a thin sheet looked thoroughly clean. To be honest, this was the first time I got a good look
To all my lovely readers, I cannot thank you enough for staying with me on this wild roller coaster of emotions until the end. You cannot pick a favorite child but writing this book was magical, simply because, I got so many of you who were invested to read. I sincerely hope I've improved as a writer when compared to my old books and continue to write stories that touch your hearts. Last year was especially tough for me with fighting depression and a few other issues that I do not want to make public. Some of you loved the story, others not so much. But I want to thank every single one of you for giving this story and this author a chance. If my story managed to provide a temporary escape from reality or simply added a sprinkle of joy to your day, then my mission as a writer is complete. And to those who patiently endured the plot twists – I promise, I only did it because I love you all. Okay, maybe that is not the complete truth. Perhaps there was a hint of mischief in the twis
Jasper I turned my head to look at her from a distance. I could see the nervousness in her gaze, in her body language. My gaze flicked to the guests, all of whom were looking at her. She cleared her throat, “Today is going to be a big day of my life. But before I take that step…I…I wanted to tell you all something.” Her gaze found mine and I only smiled at her. Before she could speak another word, one of the many people in the crowd placed a hand on his chest and bowed down to her. Celia was stunned and watched him In surprise. Behind her, Nymeria, Xenos, and Vasil were slowly descending the stairs too. Following the first person, a few more did the same- place a hand on their chest, their heart to be precise, and bowed to her, going down on one knee. “What is going on?” She asked In a low voice. Soon, everybody followed suit. In a matter of minutes, the entire crowd was on its knees, bowing to her. Her eyes flicked to me and I too did the same gesture. Placing my hand on my
JasperI cleared my throat and looked down at the crowd of people who had come to witness the wedding. There had been no happy event or celebration in the palace after my birth.That day had been a day of celebration but Isadora had turned it into a nightmare. And after all those years, finally, we were having a moment to rejoice.But as I watched the hopeful eyes of the people surrounding me, I could not shake the uneasy feeling gnawing at me.I had to get rid of it. And the only way to do that was to be honest.For a confused moment, I stood on the stairs, looking at the excited faces of the people around me.My gaze flicked to my father and brothers, all of whom were smiling proudly at me.“Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention please?” I asked in a loud voice, turning even those heads that had been momentarily distracted while looking at the grandeur of the palace.“First of all, I would like to thank you all for being present today. Frankly, I did not expect so many of
JasperThe huge room suddenly felt too small and the air in the world did not seem enough to fill my lungs.Celia had spoken something, but I was too busy staring at her.My heartbeat was roaring in my ears as I took in her beauty that shone radiantly, nothing short of a thousand lanterns.Her face looked distraught and her eyes were red, her cheeks puffed up. Her makeup had smeared a little too.But despite that, she looked like an angel. A Goddess.I had only seen her in her usual gowns and training clothes, but this marvel…this was just for me.For a minute, I simply stood in front of her, drinking her features. How could she be so blissfully ignorant of what she was doing to me by just standing there in that beautiful dress?I took a step forward, and I saw a tear trickle down her eye.“Shh, don’t cry,” I said softly, reaching for her face and cupping it. And when I did, a surge of electricity rippled through me.My Lycan roared in my head, feeling exhilarated to see her all dolle
CeliaDread settled in my heart when Xenos and Nymeria revealed my life’s biggest secret. My whole life had been a lie?But then what about the people I grew up with thinking they were my parents?Nothing made sense anymore, and I only stared blankly at Xenos.“Is…is that true?”I asked, and he nodded. “There is a reason I never found the courage to tell you all of this earlier. And to be sure that I was not guessing it all wrong, I asked Nymeria to allow me to show her that memory, too. I touched her and with her permission, I looked through her memories…childhood memories, to be specific. There was no trace of me or Isadora in it.”My heart felt like it would break into a million pieces.“But then, how could I never do magic? I never sensed it and…and then why was I not able to fight her when she…she killed me?”I was sobbing hysterically and Nymeria’s face looked like she was cursing herself for ruining my day.She apologized over a thousand times that she did not want me to learn
Celia "Are you going to tell her, or should I?" Nymeria's question hung in the air like a storm cloud, casting a palpable tension in the room. I looked from Nymeria to Xenos, confusion and a growing sense of foreboding twisting in my chest. Their solemn expressions conveyed that something grave was afoot. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, my heart beginning to race. "Tell me what?" I pressed, my voice laced with unease. Xenos, usually a man of few words, hesitated for a moment. His eyes held mine for a second longer than I expected, and I could see a mix of guilt and apprehension in them. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it again, the weight of his unspoken words lingering in the room. Nymeria, her expression torn between sympathy and responsibility, finally broke the silence. "Celia, there's something you need to know." I felt a shiver crawl down my spine. The room, once filled with warmth and camaraderie, had now become suffocating with uncertainty. My thoughts raced as
CeliaThe grand lycan palace was alive with anticipation, every corner adorned with flowers and delicate decorations in celebration of our wedding day. Two weeks had passed in a blur since the night Jasper had proposed to me in front of my pack.And every day after that seemed like a dream to me. I would wake up and pinch myself, wondering if it was all my imagination.But it was true, every single moment of it…just like today.The air was thick with the sweet scent of blooming roses, and the palace echoed with laughter and the sound of joyous conversations.In my room, the one I used to live in before I moved in with Jasper, a sense of nervous excitement filled the room as I sat before a beautifully crafted vanity mirror, surrounded by my maids and my dear friend, Nymeria. Their skilled hands moved with grace, tending to every detail to transform me into the radiant bride I aspired to be.The maids began to braid my long, dark hair, weaving flowers and jewels into it.As their nimble
"Are you guys ever coming out?" Jasper called with a good-natured grin, standing a few paces away from the porch.He had his hands placed on the doorframe and looked at us with his eyes furrowed as he saw Vasil holding my hand which I gave a gentle squeeze.“Don’t forget what I told you. Think about it,” I added, looking at Vasil while getting up from the chair.Jasper folded his hands over his chest and asked, “What secret are you guys discussing?”Vasil too got up from his chair and gave my arm a light squeeze.“Of course. And just so you know, if he ever hurts you or makes you sad, you know where to find me.”“Ha ha ha, very funny, bloodsucker,” Jasper replied humorlessly and looked at me to indicate that he wanted me to come out of the room.Vasil outstretched his hand as if to say, “After you” and I looked at him with my eyes wide, “Why are you always mean to him?”Jasper grinned, “He tried to take you from me. Am I not great for letting him live?”Vasil, who was just behind me,
CeliaAs Jasper walked beside me, his very presence filled my being with warmth and comfort. His scent, a heady mixture of earthy woods and his own unique, intoxicating fragrance, enveloped me like a protective embrace. I observed him, my heart overflowing with gratitude for the incredible man who had become not just my love but my lifeline, my mate.Isadora had tricked me into believing Vasil was my mate but the true pull of the mate bond was poles apart from the confusion she had tried to insert in my head.It was as if whenever I saw Jasper, my heart filled with hope and the promise that if he was around, nothing would ever go wrong.Every time I recalled the way he had jumped up and down the floor when I called him my mate and the way he ran through the palace telling everyone excitedly that I was his mate, my eyes would grow moist.What had I ever done to deserve him? I barely tried to fight Isadora but he literally fought both the devil and the Goddess, just like he had promised