The sentence circled around in my mind a couple of times while they started bickering over my head. Information circled, went right through, and came back for a new round. All the while, I stood there, like I was rebooting, and finally, it hit me: why this sounded wrong, what I didn’t understand. Not bothering with addressing Seb´s and my father’s angry word feud, I cut them both right off, “Brothers? What do you mean, brothers?” They both shut up and looked at me like they suddenly realized I was still there. However, nobody said a word, just stared at it. My father with an open mouth and an expression I could not read. Seb at least had the audacity to look away; I'm not sure why, but right now, it didn’t really matter. I held my father's gaze and repeated, “What do you mean, her brothers? And family? “ In the corner of my eyes, I saw Lydia moving behind my father, barely registering the smile on her face. But for what? How could she have brothers and family here? I thought I had
I really wished I had a mirror. Taking deep breaths, I tried to calm myself; I’m not sure why, but for some reason, I thought I had more time before these guests arrived. I loved the braided hair; I'm not going to lie; even the paintings on my face, shoulder, neck, and arms gave me a strange sensation of power and charisma. I felt like a mighty warrior princess from one of those Viking god movies or something. Empowered and mythical, well, all until I put this so-called dress on. The leather itself was soft and lovely; no doubt someone put a lot of effort into it. Not one stitch was out of place; not a single spot carried any evidence of harm or tear. The edges around my neck, cleavage, and shoulders had a super soft, white fur attached to them. And I mean, it is really white, like a newborn rabbit. But it also made me feel like a whore. The dress was skintight around my waist, pressed around my chest, and barely covered my ass on one side, sliding down across on the other, and Luck
"I do agree, and you two went too far!" My father tried his best to meddle, agreeing with me without dismissing his guests and his future Mate`s family. The twins didn’t seem to be bothered at all; if anything, they looked like they were entertained just the way they liked. That alone made me even more irritated. So while I was fuming, the twin brothers on the verge of busting out in laughter, my father stressed between us, face flustered and sweaty. Lydia was the only one who looked mortified by the whole situation; why, I had no idea. From the way I see it, she is the only one here that doesn’t have a shit to do about this situation at all. "No, they did not! Your daughter is behaving all wrong!" My head jerked in Lydia´s direction. I was not sure if I had heard her wrong or if she was really that narrow-sighted. "Remember, this is new to her, and it is not wrong! She, or even I, never gave them the right to touch her in any way!" "Well, I did! And as your mate and Luna, I woul
Maya`s POV. The salty wind had picked up and whipped against my cheeks. But I loved it. It made me feel so free and light. I cast a glance over at Arcane, bickering with one of Tew`s older guards. Despite the insulting name-calling here and there, their smile was never far away. My eyes glided back towards the open ocean and took in the descending sun, bathing its warm sun rays in the cold water. It`s been a couple of days since I saw him shift since I saw his massive beast. We talked some more after, of course, because his shifting didn't tell me what he clearly expected. Yes, I saw he was a bear, not a wolf like the others I`ve seen so far, but I didn't see what made him so different. I`ve heard there are werebears, cats, and even Lion shifters on this planet, so I thought his animal would be pretty standard. It didn't really matter, I learned something new, and I`ve almost forgiven both him and his teddy for knocking me over and for pushing his snout so far up between my legs
Out of breath, flustered, and still a bit shocked, I tried to calm my raging heart down.He has never been so rough and direct. Don’t get me wrong, I think I loved this side of him, but I didn’t understand the sudden change, and on top of it all, he claims I am the one who has changed. His warm body is still flush against my back, his hammering heart matching mine on my back. A light tickling sensation over my collarbone snapped me out of my hazed sex fog, and I smacked it out of reflex, expecting a mosquito or something. Instead, something splattered between my fingers drops splashed against my cheek; taken aback, I lifted my hand up and looked at it. My eyes widened, and my hand frantically returned to my shoulder and sticky skin. Blood. The sound that left my throat was new for me, a strange mixture of fear, shock, and utter disbelief mixed in with the surprised gasp. I began to wiggle my shoulders, trying to get Arcane off my back, still staring at my bloody fingers. My pulse did
* Smack! * The back of my hand slammed into his chest, and I rolled my eyes at his dramatic performance. He was gasping for air and pretending to be hurt. “Stop that!” “I can’t help it!” “Yes, you can! Growling at every creature with a dick is getting tiring!” He scoffed, “ I’m not! Just the ones that st..” I cut him off because I’ve heard this sentence repeatedly in the last couple of days. “No, it’s not just the ones staring! Stop kidding yourself. That poor guy didn’t even have time to turn around before you acted like a rabid dog! And NO, it’s not sweet, cool, or anything like it at all. If you can’t stop, I need to get you a tight collar or a spray bottle... Maybe even call Cesar Milan.” Muttering the last part, knowing he had no idea who that was, and even then, a loud growl cut the air between us. “Cesar? Who is he? A human? Should I expect to fight him for your attention?" I sighed and walked away; after a few seconds, he hurried up behind me and continued to press
Tears, gasping for air, and stuttering the words out, almost yelling every single word because each time I was afraid, my voice would fail me, or my voice would break. Images that were taken straight out of a destructive alien movie from the 80s played in my head, and it was now involving a giant hairy baby with massive claws and canines and my limp, bloody body. "My silly little human, none of that will happen. I am sorry, sweet plum." He sat on the floor with me, cradling me on his lap while stroking my hair repeatedly. "It’s just a little baby. No claws, canines, or fur in places you don’t want them. Your body is perfect for me and my cubs. So, breathe, it will be fine. You are safe; I will always make sure you are—both of you. There is nothing to worry about; it is just positive. If you think of it, you will get to meet the little cub sooner. Instead of 9 months, you only need to wait five months." I could hear, through my snotty, sobbing cloud, that he tried to make the mood l
Eir´s POV. “Oh, please.” Lydia managed to add her eye rolling perfectly into the tone of her voice before continuing, “We all know you know nothing about this world! You have no idea how to survive here alone! When your flying lizard crush leaves you here, you are all alone and without any remarkable skills to give you any advantage at all. So, stop acting like I am the freaking lousy guy! “ She screeched, still defending herself and trying to put the blame on me after a long, heated yelling session that had finally calmed down. Her cheeks had red-stained spots, like the warm spots spreading on mine, as the temperature between us had been blazing for a couple of minutes. Just looking at her made my anger reach a boiling point in my chest, my hands clenched so hard that my nails dug into my palms. Lydia had the freaking nerve to look as angry and wronged as me. “Ladies, ladies... Little Fly-fly, Little wolfy. Let us take a break and cool down.” “A break?!” I didn’t even try to ho
Chapter 2 of book 2. Queen of KingsThe reaction was immediate, and no matter what I told myself, I lost control of it even before it started. My heart dropped; it felt like I was pulled back into an alternate reality where I watched the Fay march through the pack´s village. Sound and shapes faded out around me as I felt an unbearable need to cry. My chest started aching, my heart raging against my rib cage, and a lump threatened to suffocate me as I struggled to swallow. It was a real-time fight-or-fight reaction, but they conflicted with one another, crashing inside me as my body began to run. All I could think of was my kids. I forgot all about Eir; there was no room for anything else as my feet carried me in a rush between small cottages and houses. Are they okay? Still with Arcane? They are fine! Of course, they are! But still, all I saw was their small little faces, crying and calling out for me in desperation. Calling for their mom, and I wasn’t there! Irrational, it is irratio
Chapter 1. of Book 2. Queen of kings.Three years later.Maya´s POV.“Stop that!”“I don’t like it!”“I don’t care! Stop being such a baby, Arcane; stand still and try it on! Dressing you is worse than dressing the kids! And they have the ability to turn into wet noodles whenever I try!”"Is it really necessary? It feels like you’re trying to hang me!""Oh, stop the whining! It’s just a tie!""From what I’ve seen, nobody dresses up with something tied around their neck if they’re not going to hang! This is unnatural! Do you even think she will do it this time?"I paused, let my hands fall, and watched with a plain face as Arcane ripped that poor tie off him like a burning curse etching on his skin. I wanted to yell at him, and I wanted to hit him, but I knew it wasn’t fair. He was right, after all. It had been over two years already, and three times, Eir and the Dragon had prepared for the Royal mateing ritual and every time, she had found a reason to back out of it.There was no longe
Amon/ Dragon King´s POV.The deep-rooted frustration and disrespect faded the second he laid eyes on her. Dragon vision zoomed in, and his wings had stretched as he lowered his head and aimed. Everything was different now, and everything had changed. Why? I’m not sure, but I will figure it out. Her sob-filled laughter danced over the dark field yet again, and I wanted nothing more than to relish in this feeling. A quest for later, I thought to myself, right now, all I need is here. All I need is her.For once, I understood her. I hated to see her cry, and my heart felt pain with each heartbeat. But she cried while smiling, cried while laughing. I’ve never seen such love between two creatures, the way they fight joy, pain, heartbreak, and love. Because Maya, the lost Valkyrie, acted just the same as she did. Despite all the darkness that tightened around both girls’ hearts, love and happiness shone through just by seeing one another, and I think that is the only thing that kept me sane.
"Oh shut up, Hades, you know you love me."Nida winked at him before shifting her focus back to me, and to my surprise, the beautiful snake-like woman smiled at me with a beaming smile. Her white teeth looked unnaturally white, and her sharp canines glinted in the light. Deadly, stunning, and mythical. Nida was not someone I had expected to meet ever again and to be frank, I had no idea how to react. I should hate her, and she worked with Loki. But then again, she never did me anything wrong. Not really. To my surprise, Hades mumbled and looked down to the side, giving Nida all the space she needed without hesitation. I heard him beside me, still mumbling uncoherent words like a scorn teen.A cold but delicate little hand with long nails gently lifted my chin."Don’t let him sour your mood, little human. He is an expert at sulking. I mean, he beat the most skilled, spoiled, and stubborn toddler I’ve ever met anytime."I couldn’t help it; her voice was so cheerful, and I felt drawn towa
Eir´s Pov.She had long and thick brown hair in soft curls over her shoulders. Sparkling blue eyes, her skin was pale, but she had miniature roses on her cheeks. With a beaming smile, she looked nothing like I remember her. Blinking slowly, once, twice, and then three times. But she was still there, so healthy and... normal? Yes, normal. This couldn’t be real, but I couldn’t help myself; I had to talk to her!“Mom?”“My little Elly girl! Look at you!”Her hands reached out for me while she walked up. I couldn’t stop looking at her, and she was so different. But I still could not accept it, even when all of me knew and wanted to take it. Accept her, smiling at me! Wanting to hug me! So, of course, I just stood there, gaping, unable to move a muscle.“You grew up, baby girl, I’m glad. ““ I… Who are you?”“You know who I am, Elly! This is like I always told you: In the next life, Elly! In the next life. Well, technically, we are between, but who cares for the details!”Her smile faltered
Maya´s Pov.“WHAT DID YOU DO!?”The beast split into two men, both running straight for me, screaming. I could see the hatred, the evil, and their accusation pierced my skin. But I couldn’t react to them, could acknowledge their presence. All I saw was her, her white wolf, lying lifeless on the cold and dirty ground. Fur drenched in blood burned patches from my sword up her front leg where it had hit the bracelet.Shouting and cussing, words meant to hurt, bounced off the walls all around me. Tew and Arcane stopped them, curling them to the ground with no mercy or gentle touch. But I could feel even their eyes on me. The doubt, the shock, and the accusation they so desperately tried to hide. My sword fell to the ground, and the clang of metal against stones echoed down the darkness, over and over until the sound died out.“I didn’t kill her, I didn’t kill her…. I DIDN’T KILL HER!”A whisper I had no control over, a chant meant to convince myself. It didn’t work, and I didn’t hear mysel
Oh, goddess, was I wrong! I wanted to run and leave this incredible, horrifying darkness so many times, but Hades held me back. Took my hand and led me forward or held me back; eventually, we slowly walked down the narrow, black stone tunnel, filling my head with whispers. Stories about how they died, their last memories, their lust for revenge and despair. All through the hall, desperate cries of a baby echoed all around us. It was horrible, full of pain and fear, and despite not being used to babies, all I wanted was to pick up this poor soul and comfort them. But just walking there, not doing anything, made my heart shatter, my chest ached, and tears streamed down my face while walking silently.I clinging to Hades’ hand like it was the only lifeline I had, and I am not sure I will ever be able to forget this. I don’t know if I will ever stop hearing the poor baby crying in utter desperation. I can’t explain this feeling, cannot explain how this sound haunted me, pained me, and tore
“Anja? How the hell can you call that thing something so casual?!”“Because that is, or it was her name at the beginning.”We had finally stopped, sitting down in the pitch-black depths of the cave. The cold stones bit my back as I leaned against the cave's walls, pressing my knees up against my chest.“All lost souls, detached or roaming spirits, end up here. When she did, she was a woman like you. I am not sure what she was, but the legend says she was a shifter, but there are many stories about what kind. However, they said she was a greedy woman, sly and conning, and that she would use any means necessary to get what she wanted or felt she deserved. Nobody knows how she obtained the fallen dragon, but somehow, she did, but she did not anticipate the cost of her greed. There is nobody she can complain to, nobody that can change her faith, so as the years passed, her spirit became part of the skeleton. Together, they are now one; together, they collect all lost or wandering spirits a
*Mumbling* Goddess me, what an annoying sound! *Louder mumbling* A voice, a familiar voice at that. Do I really know people with such an annoying voice? “WAKE UP!” The shouting cut straight through the fog and mumbled and yanked me out, leaving me confused and annoyed at the same time. My eyes were soar and dry, making me blink several times before managing to make sense of the scenery around me. Still, it was so dark, and it all felt so strange. Surreal. The air was neither cold nor warm; it just kind of was there—no wind, but no wind still. No fresh air, no dense old air, heck, I'm not even sure there is air here. However, I am still breathing, not struggling. I feel no pain, no relief, just an immense void inside of me. “You took your time! Hello? Do you hear me? “ His voice was too loud, too close, and sounded so irritated and impatient that it rubbed off on me. Blinking desperately now, I tried to see him, remember him, but my head worked so slowly. Damned, did I drink last