Chapter Ninety Five. Unedited.Nicholas's POV. I am outside, waiting, as I stand upright. My eyes are positioned ahead, and from the far distance, I hear the sound of the gates to the Kingdom, opening. For the past few seconds, I already begun to hear the sound of a car engine. It tells me that Hillary has brought Enit'ayanf. I would be brief about this. So, just so it is stated, Enit'ayanf knows not how to drive, and he's one of the richest of the Kings. Last time I think I checked, he was the second richest, that is, after Cornelius. That man, Cornelius, is something else that I cannot even begin to talk about. Anyway, back to Enit'ayanf, since he couldn't drive, Hillary offered to go pick him up himself. He's the closest to the both of us. Us, I mean, Hillary and I, so hence, the reason why Hillary went to pick him up. I am sure they have catch up on old conversation, as they are both a good conversationalist and a good listener. The car engine appears to my vision, having h
Chapter Ninety Six. Unedited.Anastasia's POV.The wedding is today, tonight, and at this moment, it is less than four hours to go.I have been awake for the past an hour. I have counted the ceilings, which well, is a grand one that I have never seen before until I arrived in a Kingdom such as Nicholas's.Actually, I'm deciding to just call him by his name. It would be unfair to always mention the term, Vampire or Werewolves to address this species, as it would build me a mindset where I may never see them for any good but the evil my mind's created already.Anyway, away from that, in my thoughts, I've reeled over to Nicholas and Hillary. I really am wondering what they are up to. And yes, a small part of me wonders if they are or are not looking for me.I mean, it does make sense of I think of that. I've known Hillary for his personality, which is more than whatever his truth represent, and i don't think he would have allowed Nicholas, or just let me go that way. Plus, there's a rea
Chapter Ninety seven unedited Anastasia.The one thing I don't, that I haven't found interesting yet, is, apart from the impromptu occasions, no one ever tells me anything. I mean, I appreciate all that Luna Daciana has been doing, but ever since we were done with the dress choices, I haven't been able to calm myself.In front of her, though, I made sure to smile and all, but inside me, I am nervous. She notices, as well, regardless of me trying to hide it, and she's promised to take me around the party as soon as we are inside. I really did appreciate it. And even, Ylfa, the one who I think won't care, too, turned out to.I didn't tell her that I know about what happened to her mate, as I think that would only spoil the whatever suffix of ship we're building here, starting from this night. She doesn't appear as cold as the other times, maybe because she now pities me. Plus, Luna Daciana never told me that I can tell Ylfa that she told me such. It may cause a fight, as she might
Chapter Ninety Eight Unedited. Anastasia's POV.We arrive at the event some minutes later. The darkest hour is here, and up in the sky, I can see clarity of the clouds, caused by the full moon.It's gracefully releases us perfect light to see clearly. Throughout the drive, I enjoy the greeneries that I saw.Luna Daciana and I weave our way past crowds of Werewolves, who makes way for us on sighting their Luna. She's well respected, no doubt. As should be, though.By the way, the air is dense, and cool, mositured from the season. It is chilling when it whirls past us. And yes, the event is an outdoor one. It is decorated such that the lights beautifies everywhere. Plus, at the other end is a round mirror glass. Where it is placed reflects the moon's light onto the chandelier at the upmost of the roof, which in turn shines down a different, sort of clubby, exotic light unto us.Okay, I seem to be enjoying what I see so far. And the Werewolves are smiling, too, so maybe I don't have
Chapter Ninety Nine. Unedited. Nicholas's POV.Our men are in position. We have surrounded this vicinity, the Werewolves death shall be tonight. I can feel the sensation, sizzling through my body, giving me the ecstasy that I need.Hillary, Enit'ayanf, and I stand on top of the hill, the three of us, one the King of all Vampire's Kings, one the Vampire King of North America, and one the Vampire King of Africa.We are looking down at the forest, where past it the Werewolves are having fun. In some hours more, it shall be our fun for they would be more relaxed.My eyes glows in the late night dark sky, and the high radiance of the moonlight is one that I cherish.The Werewolves and She-wolves would be more powerful tonight, so it won't make our victory this night be a dull one. I would love a challenge, and yes, they would think the full moon has given them enough energy to fight me. It'd be fun. I'm standing in the middle, Hillary to my left and Enit'ayanf to my right.We wait, wait
Chapter Hundred. Unedited. Nicholas's POV.My chuckle raises in audience as I see the fire rain down onto the ground of which the Werewolves are. What makes it even funnier is the fact that they weren't expecting it, so seeing them run around is all the joy my monster needs right now. Call me sadist, but mind you that I wouldn't have done this if they hadn't taken Anastasia from me. Well, hell yeah, I'd still do this to them someday but trust me, it would not have been this sooner.I can hear their screams...and feel their fears as I run around. Yes. Yes.Liam is still commanding Hillary's men to continue shooting the arrows. I await the last shoot before I talk. "Hillary, would you like to do the favour?" I say to him and he smirks at the side.At this point, his monster is out already, ready to crush anyone and anything it can. His eyes are a bleeding signature of crimson red, glowing in the dark like some sort of flashlight, except that it's a very very dull one. His face is ster
Chapter one hundred and one. Unedited. Nicholas's POV.I'm sliding downwards, towards the Werewolves and the moment I see one, I fly towards him and hooking my legs around his neck, I bring him down to the ground. Before the Werewolf could know what is up, I have slashed his neck, leaving him to bleed out.His eyes remain wide open, showing the fear of death as he breathes in his last. His hands are around his neck, laying pressure there, as though to stop his blood from gushing out.I stand up to my feet. All around me, Werewolves are falling, as her Vampires, as well. Hillary's men are doing their jobs well. And Hillary and Enit'ayanf, on their own, acts out the reason why we are Vampires, as well to this creature of wolves.My eyes has zeroed in on the tent where the Alpha Of All Alphas and the Luna of all Lunas are, and I am heading in there. The stench-y and nasty smell of the Werewolves won't allow me to be able to perceive Anastasia's, but I am not even very bothered. I am ce
Chapter one hundred and two. Unedited. Nicholas's POV.The Alpha's claws are long and sharp, and his movement is alarmingly quick. His bite rips into my skin, making me groan out loud before he hurls me against one of the mountains opposite us.I manage to stand back up on my feet and smirk, as I spit out blood. The Beta has left to fight my men. My eyes narrow as I take in the view of Alpha Conri, the Alpha of all Alphas.I sneer at him, an attempt that's somewhat futile but just to see if he'd shake from fear, something of the sort. He doesn't, however. Yeah, he's that determined to end me as I want to end him.I love this, though. The thrill of the kill, spiking up my wants. My monster is delightful. I mean, we don't even care just as we are so unbothered by our blood which is dripping down the side of our face.I remain wanting this Alpha's head, and I would give this my all. With that in mind, I bend some rocks into the air. Steadily, he changes back to a human form, but except
Chapter one hundred and forty four.Anastasia's POV. Rare. This is the first time, I will see the birds so close that they flap their wings to keep them in balance near the closed window. Their chirping sound along with the wavering of the trees and blaring horns from the distance awakens me fully and that's when I notice the uncomfortablilty that the birds are in. Smiling to myself as I sit up to take a close look at them from the inside, I carefully open the window. I savour the beautiful skin of theirs. Beautiful. So beautiful.A bird from the crew, all of the sudden, flies over into the room and in my attempt which is involuntary to help myself out from the shock it gave me, I let out my hands and unintentionally hit the bird away, letting it fall down outside. The others flies away, surely in fear."Oops, sorry bird. I didn't mean to. And thanks for being my new alarm." I call after them as they fly away. God, it's morning. The gym I'm suppose to go with Carl. I rush out of the
Chapter one hundred and forty three. Anastasia's POV. Monday comes quickly, indicating my first day at Franklin regional senior high school. I make sure to wake up before mom comes knocking on my door as if she wants to yank it off. Taking a quick shower and other morning hygiene routine in the same hurrying mode, I start to dress up in a simple plain blue shirt; black rough jeans, coupled with a light makeup.I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I look appropriately to my age of seventeen, having silver grey eyes — rare in my family since dad has brown hazel eyes, while mom has amber — that looks a bit too big to fit inside my small socket; beige warm undertone skin, rhyming with my darker shade of blonde hair and light blonde eyebrows and lids. The mirror easily captures my figure of five feet, four inches. I turn to the bed, checking the time from the alarm clock next to the lamp, who's figure is resting atop the cabinet. It's seven-thirty and school will be starting in abo
Chapter one hundred and forty two. Anastasia's POV. "I felt the same as you when I knew them at first. The way they behave; the way they don't talk much, especially the guy, yet girls fall at his feet. I'm quite sure he doesn't even talk to them before they invite him to their bed. Their hospital baffles me as well, they always have this repetitive sets of people that patronize them for blood bags. It's a weird thing, but don't worry, I don't think they bite. More also, their hospital is approved by the government. You would forget them, existing in weeks more." Shade says to me, glancing at me through her natural, long lashes every now and then. "They'll soon appear as a shadow to you."I don't think I can forget them, the guy particularly, as he's like a stain I can't wash off. The way he looks at me at the walkway, I can still remember it. It is as if I'm seeing the same scene unfolds right in front of me again, and again, and again. "Maybe. How are your parents Shade?"She smil
Chapter one hundred and forty one. Anastasia's POV. Three weeks has passed and life hasn't been so fair to me. For Shade, her project is going fine, meaning fate is supporting her unlike me, who's sadden almost every time. She's submitted the atheistic portrait and it's pending, I think she'll get result of her success tonight which is the time the company gave to respond back to her. Mia, on the other side has changed completely— she and Shade are bossom best of friends. They spend time together than with each of them with me. Not that they wouldn't, but I haven't been paying much attention to them. I'm busy on offering my end of the bargain — finding out who Nicklaus Original is. And I don't care about distancing myself from my friends at all, finding Nicklaus hidden identity is my main priority. And I can't explain the obsession. It's like a charm— if that makes sense.When the bell rings, startling me as I'm brooding over my plans of discovery for today, totally not hearing al
Chapter one hundred and forty. Anastasia's POV. The conversation with Ylfa was, what's the word?, not very inspiring, and I do not think I would want to discuss anything further with her. I can tell it is unintentional, but when I am around her, she makes me feel like I am a mistake. As though it were my fault that I was back here,Fine, I do know that I'm a danger around them, but it wasn't my fault that Yaya Luna brought me back here. I am not being selfish here. And if need be or anything occurs, I will try my very best to make sure no one gets hurt because of me. And, oh, by the way, I almost forgot, but I brought the pistol Cole Hunter gave me. Actually, it wasn't intentional, but because of the meeting, I had put it in the trouser of the clothes I was wearing, and when Luna Daciana came to take me, I figured I did not need to put it down. We may need it on the way, and funny enough, I forgot again that it was with me until I changed this morning. I never thought I would use i
Chapter one hundred and thirty nine. Anastasia's POV. In a few minutes, we arrive in front of the door to my room. I smile at Luna Daciana as I turn to face her. By the way, I've been touching the pendant since without even noticing, as the tingling sensation would come in occasionally. At this point, I believe that it isn't coming from my head anymore, but I don't even think of complaining to her. "So, I guess I should leave you to your own space." She says, and I nod my head, affirming her. "Thanks, again, for today, and I'm so happy to be here, regardless of all that I said earlier." I refer back to what I said back in the storage room. She rolls her eyes as she waves me off with her left hand. "Don't sweat it." And with that, she clears her throat and takes one step backwards, away. "Sleep well, Anastasia.""Nighty night, Luna Daciana."She pouts. "Nah, we aren't back to doing that." What do I say? "We are Ana-mates." When she says that, I laugh. Does that even make sense?
Chapter one hundred and thirty eight. Anastasia's POV. My hands are tapped by someone else's, and I wake up with a gasp. It was more like bolting from the bed, actually. To be honest, my senses are actually at their peak here, and I can't say it's my fault. I mean, I'm literally still in danger and scared of whatever could happen to these werewolves and she-wolves just because their Luna decided to add to their plan, changing everything. Absolutely everything. I sigh and place my left hand on my chest when I see that it is Luna Daciana. "Sorry. "You know, I haven't gotten much sleep lately." I tell her, and she nods with a small smile on her face. I actually admire her understanding of my emotions and abilities as a human who's not supernatural like she is or any other of them are. I had dozed off earlier, and she's just waking me up. I now remember that she wanted to discuss something with me, and I'm guessing that's the reason why she had woken me up. By the way, I'm even glad
Chapter one hundred and seven. Anastasia's POV In the last few minutes since we've been here, resting, I have come near the fire to warm myself up. There is no snow falling here, but the cold is not comforting at all. By the way, there is a lake across from where we are sitting, and it's also bringing in mosquitoes around here. Anyway, apart from that and the cold, I think I'm a little okay. My mind is even at rest from all the running since yesterday night. At this point, a part of me believes that we cannot be found by Nicholas's men any more. We have distanced ourselves from the kingdom a lot. I caught Luna staring at me for the second time, and I think I just should speak out right now. "Why are you staring at me like that...or sort of glaring?" I ask a question, and she chuckles almost instantly. She isn't trying to lie, and she isn't, as she only finds it funny when I don't. I'm rather frowning, confused. "I am glaring at you." "That is offensive to say, right?" I say m
Chapter one hundred and thirty six. Nicholas's POV. As vampires, we are gifted with the power to bend some forces of nature. It didn't always used to be there until the time when the witches and wizards went into extinction. Most of us believe that we were gifted with these powers to show that nature still exists. Show that magic was never made so it can go into extinction along with the creatures meant to wield it. Anyway, I'm using this now for my own choices. Breathing in strongly, I run inhumanely towards the beach. My feet, because of the height of my speed, rove up heavy gusts of wind into the air. And the more I increase my acceleration, the greater the gust. Then, reaching the ocean, I head into it and begin swimming. I am not weakened by the change in gravity. My muscles help me move through the large body of water as though I am still on land and running towards something. In no time, I reach the ground of the water, and then, settling on its surface, I position myself