"Ugh!" Lyne held on to her wounded face as she was wheeled into the infirmary on a stroller. It burned so hard and even when she had heard her Father talk about self-healing, she had refused to ask him more about it due to how angry she was at him for keeping her mother's death away from her. Her face was full of dry blood with her swollen face burning hard. But someone else was on her mind, despite her pain. Zeidan."Zeidan?" She mumbled."Just don't worry about him right now. Come on, we'll take care of you."A nurse helped her up. She managed to sit up, wincing. "I hope he is fine wherever he is. I'm so worried about him." She said mildly, looking around the white glistening painted walls in the room that had just the lone bed to which she will be transferred. If he ever left the war field, he should be there."He is fine now. He should be in the palace now."The petite nurse said, reading her face."How badly is he hurt?" She asked, moving to the bed and gently sitting."Not hurt
Still on his throne as the sun was setting, Zeidan in a fresh royal attire sat on the throne, face thoughtful. The arrival of his back chief of army was announced and he sat up wondering what news he brought. The four hundred and fifty-seven years old man with agile looks walked in with a smile on his face. Strange."The Effinton I know does not know how to smile. What has happened, Eff?" Zeidan called out to the man who stopped some feet away from his throne and bowed waist level."Your highness, the Werecats have retreated."He smiled inwardly but worried as they might attack again, this time with force."How did you do that? I mean, they attacked through the front gate."Effinton straightened and his smile widened."Her royal majesty held them off, my Lord." He tilted his head slightly in salutation. "She tricked the Werecat into thinking she had the Onyx...""And made herself to be the bait?!" His heart skipped plenty of beats as he thought of the large number of vicious cats runn
Chloe pulled her horse to a stop in front of the torn-apart building, unmounted, and began to move towards it, dry leaves crunching under her black boots. She exhaled under the moonlight and straightened her blue leather jacket.Getting inside the quiet temple and all she could hear after the whooshing sound of the wind was the crickets and her heartbeat. The further she moved inside, the darker it became. Just like her life. When she had told Maya that she forgave her already if she let Lyne go, it was only to protect her niece and the baby. She never had the intent to forgive the one who murdered her sister. How could she forget such? A sister she had been looking for fourteen years turned out to have been brutally murdered by this Spanish ninja that happened to be her mother-in-law. Ironic. She didn't expect that to happen.She heard a shuffling movement behind her and she turned but was met with staunch darkness. She needed to go further to get to the room with an open roof to get
Lyne looked up to the window opposite where she lay and couldn't deny the fact that a lot has been going on in her life that required her strength. She had been seeking freedom all her life as she lived with her family but was the freedom she sought similar to this one? From bullying to abandonment, to falling carelessly in love with Zeidan, to getting heartbroken and healing again. And now, she is carrying her child. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of having a child of her own. Training that child and bringing the baby up to be upright, honest, and almost perfect if not perfect. She would have to be in charge of keeping her safe, protecting her, and at the same time performing her Queenly duties. She wondered if she could do all those at her age. Speaking of age, her birthday will be coming up in a few weeks. She smiled, realizing it won't be another moment of taunting and bullying. "You don't deserve to be with us, Lyne." Korba had said once when her father threw a party f
"Am I allowed in?" A knock rapped on the office door, calling Shelbrooke's attention back to reality.He exhaled as he looked around the room, a deep cut scar on his arm which he covered in a bandage. He swirled a black pen in his hand, thinking back and forth about Lyne. She has gotten her Wolf and worse, became stronger."Come in," Shelbrooke muttered and his man walked in, wearing a black jacket and black pants. He bowed slightly but paused when his gaze moved towards his arm."Who did that to you?" He pointed towards the bandage."This?" Shelbrooke lifted it as if he didn't know what he was talking about. "Ah! Well, the Princess of Vampir...I mean, Princess Lyne. She has her Wolf.""What?!" Reyns sat down on a chair before Shelbrooke, suddenly looking drained. "How? Didn't the rumors say that she was pure human?""I guess rumors lie sometimes.""No, they lie many times. Now that she has her Wolf, she is fighting for Zeidan?"Shelbrooke licked his lips and sat up. "I guess so. Tha
Zeidan Bran eyed the heavy metal door with locks before him. He hadn't wanted to involve the Onyx in the war but as bloody as this is getting, it's high time he does. Or maybe keep it in a safe place. A safe place like South Park. But can he trust Styx enough to give him all the Onyx? What if he refuses to return it? He touched the knob and thought of how his father had given him access to the room and treasure. Punching in the passcode, he pushed the door and went in, a blast of green light flashing against his face. He looked around the ancient building room, pushing dark brown hair off his face. What kind of strategy could be created to wade off the war without these beautiful stones? Would he have to invite Arthur? "Can we talk about the fact that you promised my Dad part of the stones but haven't fulfilled your part of the promise?"Zeidan smiled before turning his head slightly to see his golden-haired wife, looking at him from the entrance. She was wearing a polka-dotted knee
Lyne looked up at him, eyes wide as he narrated the event. He was right when he said he had been traumatized. Was the Onyx that dangerous? He was looking cool and manly with his hands dug in his pockets and eyes facing the window. "I'm sorry, Zeidan. I didn't mean to upset you.""I've always wanted to talk about it. Now, I'm glad I did." He confided. "My father was a strong man. He didn't mean to kill his people but I guess there is more to this stone.""Like it's cursed?" Lyne asked jokingly, with a chuckle but had to stop when Zeidan shot her a look. "I'm sorry.""No...no, not that. You may be right. What if it's cursed? I mean, we don't even know how it came to be, except for the fact that our ancestors were gifted by the last underground Vampire."Lyne's mind was spiked as she remembered Maya to be an underground Vampire."If the only underground Vampire left had given your people the Onyx, who then is Maya? How is she still existing?""I can't tell. In fact, underground Vampire
"Princess Lyne." She heard someone call for the second time as she sat by the riverside on a rock. The sun was lazily feeding on the ground and if she guessed right, it was still very early. "I'm here." She answered, not looking back."Hey. I'm sorry to disturb you, your highness, but I noticed you needed someone to talk to." The caller came closer and sat beside her. It was Amber. She wore an ankle-length black gown with a white apron around her waist.She beamed. "You're right. I'm just down.""I should have known. You must be going through a lot." Amber added, gesturing towards her waist. "Princess, trying to be strong or striving to be strong isn't going to be evidence of strength. Power is found amid weakness. To be strong is to achieve something at a point when there is no iota of strength. To be bold is to keep moving despite fear." "I'm not expecting to be strong overnight." She said honestly and was picturing her child running around the temple with her parents in the rams