I held my breath, willing the moon goddess to heed his cries, to show mercy in the face of such agony. But her response was not what I had hoped for. With a single glance, cold and indifferent, she silenced Xander's pleas, her gaze unwavering as though unaffected by the anguish before her. For a moment, the dungeon seemed to hold its breath, the silence broken only by the sound of Xander's labored breathing as he stared at the goddess in disbelief. But as the reality of her indifference sank in, a sense of resignation washed over me, extinguishing the flicker of hope that had briefly ignited within my chest. In the presence of such divine authority, there was little room for mortal pleas or appeals to mercy. With a heavy heart, I turned away, unable to bear witness to Xander's anguish any longer. In the depths of my soul, I prayed for a miracle, a glimmer of hope to pierce the darkness that surrounded us. But in this cruel and unforgiving world, miracles were few and far between.
"Who in the name of the goddess is this lady!" I exclaimed, my voice tinged with a mix of surprise and suspicion. She was draped in a luxurious purple cloak that billowed around her like a royal mantle. Her slender fingers, adorned with intricate jewelry, were entwined around Xander's neck, and her head was nestled against his chest, concealing her face from my view. Xander remained stoic, his expression unreadable as she clung to him. His silence only fueled my curiosity, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of anger at the intimacy between them. "Who is she?!" I demanded again, my tone edged with urgency and intrigue, but there was no one to answer me, so I had to wait. The atmosphere grew dense with unspoken tension as the lady in purple continued to embrace Xander, her cloak cascading like a waterfall over his shoulders. I watched, unable to move or speak, as the connection between them grew clearer. There was a tenderness in her touch, a longing that hinted at a deeper story, o
"Iris, are you okay?" Xander asked, his voice gentler than a whisper. The warmth in his tone was a stark contrast to the coldness he displayed when speaking with Yennefer. Iris struggled to open her eyes, her lids heavy as if weighed down by an invisible force. She took a shallow breath, then spoke with a fragile edge, "I'm okay... You should have left with her. At least I'd be at ease knowing you were safe." Xander moved closer to the bars, his knuckles turning white as he gripped them. "I could never leave you, Iris. Not for anything," he replied, his words filled with unwavering conviction. Iris's weak smile faded as she forced herself to sit up. "You should have," she muttered, her voice frail but tinged with concern. "I don't want you to suffer because of me." I turned to Xander, waiting for his response. He chuckled loudly, a sound that echoed through the dungeon with a hint of mischief and warmth. "Stupid girl," he said, his voice carrying a teasing edge. "Ever since that da
And to my greatest shock, the Moon Goddess replied, "My apologies for the harsh treatment." "What in the world is happening?!" I shouted, unable to contain my disbelief. Did I stumble into the wrong memory, or was this truly happening? "This is not the first time, Mother," Iris retorted, her voice laced with anger. "I'm starting to get used to it." Her eyes narrowed with resentment as she continued, "Why must we be treated like this, Mother? Why must I be treated like this? It hurts, you know! Every single time, knowing I have no power over my fate! And this is all your fault!" Her voice rose with each word, her emotions bubbling over. "Don't you dare blame me for your mistakes!" the Moon Goddess shot back, her tone colder than ever. "You know very well that loving a vampire with the blood of a werewolf running through his veins brings nothing but disaster! But you ignored it and went ahead with it! How foolish could you be? Do you realize you're not only putting yourself in danger
They were crossing a threshold, stepping into a new world with no idea what awaited them, but they knew they had each other. Just as they reached the gate, Iris paused, turning back to face the Moon Goddess. She took a deep breath, her voice soft yet clear. "Thank you, Mother," she said sincerely, her tone carrying genuine gratitude despite everything that had happened. The Moon Goddess's expression didn't change. Her eyes were as cold as the stone beneath their feet, her lips a thin, tight line. She didn't acknowledge Iris's words; instead, her voice cut through the air like a knife. "Don't thank me," she said, her tone as sharp as ice. "This choice you've made comes with a price, and you have no idea what's waiting for you out there. It's not a fairytale, Iris. The dangers are real, and you will face them without the protection I offered you." Iris's shoulders slumped slightly, the weight of her mother's words sinking in. She knew this path wouldn't be easy, but hearing it from th
The force of the impact left her sprawled on the ground, a trail of blood spreading from where she landed, the harshness of Yennefer's attack shocked me; her mourning dress couldn't hide the intensity of her anger, nor could her tears mask the hostility in her gaze. The scene unfolded in slow motion, the violence of Yennefer's spell stunned me. As I watched Iris struggle to get up, pain evident in every movement, I couldn't help but wonder what had driven Yennefer to this point of viciousness.The forest, once eerily silent, was now filled with the echoes of conflict and despair. It was as if the very walls were absorbing the pain and anguish, amplifying the darkness that seemed to seep from every corner. Yennefer's sudden arrival and her brutal actions raised questions I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answers to. Yennefer paid no heed to anyone or anything as she lunged for Xander's body, hugging him tightly as her sobs grew louder and more anguished. It was as if the pain of los
ETHAN'S POV After walking for three days and nights, we finally reached the barrier at midnight. The air was cooler, but the silence around us felt unnerving, like the calm before a storm. As we approached, I noticed something strange—dried blood and old skeletons scattered across the ground. The desert sand had almost covered them, but enough remained to catch my eye.I knelt down by one of the skeletons, my fingers brushing away the sand to examine the tattered remains of its clothing. A chill ran down my spine as I recognized the distinctive red crest on the fabric. It belonged to the Red Moon Pack. I stood up, my heart racing. The presence of their remnants here meant something had gone terribly wrong.I signaled my army to halt, my senses alert for any sign of danger. The barrier loomed ahead, a shimmering field that marked the boundary between our world and something unknown. The skeletons told a grim story of what might have happened to those who dared to cross it.I knew I ha
I knelt down, brushing the sand away to reveal more of the fabric. It was unmistakably hers, the intricate design something only she would wear. A surge of anxiety and determination coursed through me. "This has Selene's scent!" I exclaimed, my voice trembling with a mix of hope and dread. The scent on the piece of clothing grew stronger, clouding my senses and bringing back memories of our last encounter. "Natalie!" I called out, my voice cutting through the still desert air. She appeared behind me, her presence a comforting reminder of loyalty and friendship."Yes, your Highness," she responded, her eyes wide with concern.I handed her the fabric, my fingers lingering on it for a moment longer than necessary. "Take this and use it to find the Wolf Princess. Go with twenty of our best men. When you find her, tell her everything that has happened. And then, send out the other signal."Natalie nodded, her face set with determination. "I will find her, Your Highness".As she hurried a
My heart clenched, disbelief roaring through my mind. “What?!” I gasped, taking a step back. “You… you dug out his heart?”.Iris let out a laugh that was hollow, twisted with grief. “After we left the prison, we tried to make a life together, staying in a small village, hidden from the world. I wanted to believe we could have peace. But then the news came. Mother had wiped out thousands of vampires—an entire generation—leaving only a handful who swore loyalty to her. The bloodline was decimated.“Alexander… he couldn’t take it. He snapped. Whatever control he had left unravelled that night. He went on a rampage, killing thousands in a single night—wolves, humans, and anything that crossed his path. He became the monster Mother feared, the very thing she cursed me to destroy.”Iris’s hands curled into fists, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion. “At first, he tried to hide it from me. He played the part of the loving mate, whispering sweet words while his hands dripped with bloo
Iris’s expression shifted, her mocking smile faltering as a shadow of sadness cast over her features. “Are you sure you want to know?” she asked, her voice quieter now, almost gentle, yet tinged with sorrow that made my chest tighten. “The truth is always bitter, you know. It has a way of unravelling everything you thought you knew, leaving you with nothing but the cold sting of reality.”Her words hung in the air_ heavy, but I refused to back down. My hands clenched into fists at my sides as I met her gaze, my own emotions a storm threatening to break free.“My life was built on lies, Iris,” I said, my voice trembling with the weight of my pain. “And it was far from sweet. So please…” I swallowed hard, forcing myself to hold her gaze. “Bless me with the bitterness.”For a long moment, Iris simply stared at me, her face unreadable. Then, slowly, she exhaled, “So be it,” she said, her voice no longer mocking or sad but steady. I braced myself for what Iris was about to reveal, but no
I woke up with a gasp, my heart pounding violently in my chest. Every detail of what had happened rushed back to me, slamming into my consciousness like a tidal wave. My hand instinctively flew to my neck, where I felt the sharp, stinging pain. I winced, my fingers trembling as they brushed over the tender spot."It hurts, right?"The voice came out of nowhere, echoing in my head and making my eyes snap open. I then realised I was not in my bedroom, I was back to that white place. Very familiar.The same endless white void where I first met that strange old woman—the one who had healed my eyes and told me things that surged my powers.I pushed myself up quickly, my legs unsteady beneath me. My eyes darted around, searching for the source of the voice."Come. I'm waiting for you," the voice called again, calm yet commanding, echoing as though it came from everywhere and nowhere all at once.I swallowed hard, trying to gather myself, but I felt disoriented. My body still ached, the pain
"Are you sure?". He asks; I guess he wasn't shocked by my actions. He just wanted to be sure I was ready. I nodded, and his left hand held my head in place from hitting the wall while his other hand was taking a stroll on my body, calmly removing every piece of clothing on me; his lips responded to mine as he sucked essence out of me.The feeling, the pleasure, it was all too overwhelming. I had to gasp for air."Don't forget to breathe". He teased before kissing harder.A ball of pleasure slowly bottled up between my legs. I squeezed my legs tight together, hoping it would ease me, but it only made it worse; my breathing was ragged."Mmh". I flushed the moment I realised this came from me, but it was a sign for him; before I knew it, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bed; I couldn't care less; I was just lost in the moment.Desire burned in his eyes as he looked at me.His hands truly worked wonders, I was left with only a singlet and my panties on. Seeing his cloth
Father’s sharp gaze swept over the neatly arranged documents on his desk, his fingers brushing lightly against the edges. He looked up at me, his piercing eyes studying my face. “You organized these,” he said, his tone calm but probing. “Then you must have seen what’s inside.”I nodded, leaning back slightly in my chair. “Yes, I have,” I admitted, my voice steady, though worry weighed on me. “We’re in a vulnerable state, Father.”His eyes darkened, his jaw tightening as he absorbed my words. The silence between us grew heavy until he finally sighed, sinking into his chair.I couldn’t stop myself from asking the question that had been burning in my mind. “Why is the Crown Prince of the Vampire Empire here?” My voice was steady, but the curiosity—and worry—were clear.Father’s lips curved into a faint, ironic smile. “I’m not entirely sure,” he said thoughtfully. “But I’ll tell you this: he caused quite a stir. In front of his father, no less. Boldly requested to accompany me, claiming h
SELENE'S POVThe room felt still, the only sound being the rustle of papers as I went through Father’s stack of documents. My mind wasn’t entirely on the task, though. My fingers moved mechanically, sorting through the mess of reports, charts, and plan."My lady, are you alright?" Ruby's voice broke through my thoughts, gentle and concerned. She paused beside me, arranging the scattered papers across the table. "Ever since you left to meet the Alpha’s visitor, you’ve seemed... distant. Restless, even."I forced a smile, "It’s nothing," I said, burying myself deeper in the pile of paperwork. "I’m just worried about Father.Ruby’s eyes softened as she studied me, her lips parting to say something, but she hesitated. After a moment, she sighed and continued to arrange the documents. "It’s quite late, my lady," she said, her voice quieter now. "You’ve been at this for hours. Kael and the others are still outside. They refuse to leave, claiming they won’t rest until you do."I glanced up,
The air in the room grew heavier, as though Father’s words had drawn a dark veil over everyone present.Alpha Lucas’s easy demeanor hardened, his expression shifting into one of sharp calculation. “So, you’ve felt it as well,” he said, his voice low and guarded.“It’s no longer about sensing,” Father replied, his tone grim. “It’s here, spreading like a slow poison. The shadows grow restless, emboldened. The walls that once safeguarded us falter by the day.”Alicia’s silver eyes narrowed, her pride visibly prickling. “Are you insinuating this has to do with the breach we experienced when the barrier collapsed?”Father’s gaze locked onto hers, cool and cutting. “I’m not insinuating, Alicia. I’m stating a fact. That breach was no mere incident. It was a calculated move—a prelude to something far more sinister.”The silence that followed was oppressive, thick with unease. Even the most steadfast elders exchanged uneasy glances.“And the sudden surge in newly turned hybrids,” Alpha Lucas a
ETHAN'S POV I sat there, my back stiff, my gaze fixed on the elders as they exchanged glances, whispers of tension brewing beneath their composed facades. I waited, calm and deliberate, observing the dynamics at play, searching for anyone who might pose a threat to my Selene. Let them reveal their intentions first.Father began the meeting, his commanding tone slicing through the murmurs as he addressed the upcoming Annual Youth Contest. A grand tradition, meant to showcase the strength and unity of the clans, and for the first time, it would be hosted here in the vampire empire.Zeke, my older brother, had always been the one to represent us—his victories as predictable as the tides. But with his betrayal leaving him locked away in the dungeons, the mantle now fell to me. I didn’t mind. What did trouble me was the absence I felt in my heart.Her.My Little Goddess.Selene had dominated this contest four years in a row, her grace and power carving an unforgettable mark. But after eve
She stepped forward suddenly, and the sharp edge of my sword pierced her flesh. My eyes widened in shock. “What are you doing—?”She took another deliberate step, and the blade sank in fully. My grip faltered as panic shot through me. “Do you want to die?!” I shouted, my voice echoing in the still room.Her lips curled into a sad smile, tears glistening in her impossibly dark eyes. “I’ve missed you so much,” she whispered, her voice trembling with raw emotion. “When I heard you were back, I couldn’t believe it. But I still had to see for myself.” Her gaze softened as she stepped even closer, the sword embedding further into her. “Iris… you’re finally back.”Anger flared like wildfire in my chest at the sound of that name. “I’m not her!” I yelled, my voice cracking under the weight of my frustration. With a burst of strength, I yanked the sword free and delivered a swift kick to her chest, sending her sprawling to the ground.I expected to see blood, evidence of the damage my blade had