Zachary’s body felt heavy, his heart throbbing like a wound that refused to heal. He could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him, each breath more labored than the last. The storm, the crashing waves, the air—their fury was a palpable force, like a dark hand creeping toward him. He closed his eyes, resigned to the inevitable. The world was ending, and there was nothing left to fight for.“Goodbye, Son,” he whispered hoarsely, the words laced with a sorrow too deep to express.“Aiden... Dadda loves you.” The finality of it cut through him like a dagger, sharp and unforgiving.“Nooooo!” Aiden’s scream broke through the tension, raw and frantic. Zachary’s heart clenched as the sound echoed around him—his son, desperate, helpless.But before the torrent could touch him, before the wind could tear him apart and the water could swallow him whole, a figure appeared—Eirene.She moved with a fierce determination, her body blocking the inevitable like a shield. Her palms extended o
The scene begins with silence, broken only by Aiden’s anguished sobs. The patch of grass beneath his knees feels cold, damp from the dew of a night that would never see dawn. His fingers rake the earth, trembling as he claws at it, desperate to find some semblance of reality in a world that seemed to crumble before his eyes.“No…” His voice is hoarse, barely audible. “This can’t be real… No…”He shakes his head violently, his tears falling onto the grass. His breath comes in sharp, uneven bursts as he presses his palms into the ground, trying to push himself to his feet. When he finally stands, his legs wobble beneath him, threatening to collapse with the weight of his despair. He turns his gaze to Saph, crouching beside him, her small frame trembling as she cries into her hands.“Saph,” he whispers, his voice cracking as he grabs her shoulders and pulls her up to face him. “Hey, Saph. Don’t cry, okay? Don’t worry. They’re fine—Momma and Dad are fine.”His words sound hollow even to h
20 years later…. Somewhere in the deserted lands. A woman’s breaths came in ragged gasps as she sprinted through the desolate streets, her heart pounding in her chest. Her clothing was tattered and filthy, remnants of once-sturdy fabric now hanging in rags. Dirt and grime smeared her skin, and blood trickled from a fresh cut on her forehead, the result of a close encounter with a jagged piece of debris. The cold, ashen wind whipped through her tangled hair, stinging her eyes and stealing what little warmth her body had left. Clutched tightly in her arms was a small, precious bundle of food—enough to sustain her for a few days, maybe more if rationed carefully. She had risked everything to obtain it, but now she was paying the price. Behind her, a frenzied mob gave chase, their faces twisted with desperation and hunger. Shouts, growls and curses echoed through the empty streets, the sound growing louder with each passing moment. Sera's legs burned with exhaustion, every muscle
Zachary’s POV Justice. If there is one person to equate that word? It’s me. Zachary King. The werewolf King. And I am damn proud of it. The blood of culprits on my hands fill me with a kind of thrill. It may sound insane but I love the sound of their cries, their pleas of mercy as they take their last breath. It’s bloody peace. Disposing off those shitty people from the world. Execution is boring, I love torture. Raw, carnal and unrestrained. However today? It was different. Very different. That thrill, that excitement were dead and I wanted to be anywhere but here. Yet being the King, I have to sit here, witness this. See her. One last time. The crowd suddenly went rabid, their cries for blood clawing at my ears. And that’s when I knew, she was here. “Kill him!” “Monster!” “Burn him alive!” “Show his face!” I sit there, silent, my hands gripping the armrests of my chair so hard I might snap the wood. The noise means nothing. It’s a distant roar compared to
Chapter 2 Zachary's POV The ink on the parchment was barely dry, yet the weight of my signature hung heavier than the air in this cursed room. My hand still trembled as I stared at the damning order, the scrawl of my own name sealing Eirene’s fate. I couldn’t breathe. The room felt smaller, the walls inching closer with every tick of the clock. My chest constricted, and I fought to keep my composure. "The traitor is with child," the healers had announced, their voices a strange mixture of awe and hesitation, as though they knew the storm their words would ignite. And ignite it did. I saw their eyes on me—on my shaking hands, my unreadable face—as they waited for my reaction. The announcement hung in the room like a guillotine ready to drop. But my silence betrayed nothing. My silence screamed louder than any words could. I didn't look at her unconscious body, those serene features. I couldn't. The guards carried her unconscious body back to her cell, rage flooded my
Eirene’s POV I stirred awake, to only feel every part of me aching from the hours spent curled on the damp, unforgiving floor. How long was I unconscious? What happened? Why didn’t they execute me? My eyes opened slowly, the dim light stinging as my surroundings came into focus—bare walls, stone slick with moisture, and shadows that seemed to stretch endlessly. The cell. I was back here. I didn’t bother moving. What was the point? Even the thought of sitting up felt like too much effort.The tattered shawl clung to me like a second skin, rough and threadbare, barely shielding me from the cold. My legs, bruised and exposed, were drawn to my chest in a desperate attempt to hold onto some semblance of warmth. My teeth chattered uncontrollably, the sound echoing faintly in the silence of the cell. Each breath I drew felt like a struggle, the icy air clawing at my lungs, making me shiver harder. The dried blood on my skin pulled painfully with every movement, a constant
" Zach!" I couldn’t hear it anymore, I thrash in the chains and he tugs my head back mercilessly to have his nose touch my chin. A wicked smirk lingered on his lips as he looked into my shocked teary eyes. " What? It's the truth dewdr-" " I never intended for this to happen, Zach! Just listen to me once!Please!" Who would have thought that I, the great Phoenix would beg someone, but then Zachary King wasn't just anyone? If there was one man who I wanted to believe in me? It was him. Atleast he of all should know, why I killed those men. There is a story behind every person I killed. A dark tale. No one is born villain. They are made into one. And I was one of them. I wouldn't give a damn about what the world thought about me. I only needed him to trust me, believe me. He deserves this explanation. Hell, he deserves way more, but this is all I had to give to him right now. Words. And nothing else. Words he is not ready to listen. " I may have lied to yo
Raven’s pov Starting into those brown deadly orbs seeping with coldness, I felt something familiar.Those eyes, I recognised them…. Could it be really her? But how is it possible…. Hoe could she be the Queen, how could the King let this happen. I opened my lips to speak, knowing these may be my last words if not chosen correctly. "No fire can ever burn you, let alone touch you if the one burning inside you is brighter than the one around you. " As soon as those words left my lips, those dead eyes shone with a flick of an emotion. Phoenix's grip on the syringe loosens as she furrows her brows to seethe. My doubt got confirmed. She is really…. her. " Who are y...ou?" " Someone you may not remember, but you are someone I can't forget. " "24th August, Filian Street, a house was set on fire. You saved my child." " Risa" Those brown orbs search for something in my determined ones and then click. Phoenix throws aside the syringe to move back, leaning on the wall
20 years later…. Somewhere in the deserted lands. A woman’s breaths came in ragged gasps as she sprinted through the desolate streets, her heart pounding in her chest. Her clothing was tattered and filthy, remnants of once-sturdy fabric now hanging in rags. Dirt and grime smeared her skin, and blood trickled from a fresh cut on her forehead, the result of a close encounter with a jagged piece of debris. The cold, ashen wind whipped through her tangled hair, stinging her eyes and stealing what little warmth her body had left. Clutched tightly in her arms was a small, precious bundle of food—enough to sustain her for a few days, maybe more if rationed carefully. She had risked everything to obtain it, but now she was paying the price. Behind her, a frenzied mob gave chase, their faces twisted with desperation and hunger. Shouts, growls and curses echoed through the empty streets, the sound growing louder with each passing moment. Sera's legs burned with exhaustion, every muscle
The scene begins with silence, broken only by Aiden’s anguished sobs. The patch of grass beneath his knees feels cold, damp from the dew of a night that would never see dawn. His fingers rake the earth, trembling as he claws at it, desperate to find some semblance of reality in a world that seemed to crumble before his eyes.“No…” His voice is hoarse, barely audible. “This can’t be real… No…”He shakes his head violently, his tears falling onto the grass. His breath comes in sharp, uneven bursts as he presses his palms into the ground, trying to push himself to his feet. When he finally stands, his legs wobble beneath him, threatening to collapse with the weight of his despair. He turns his gaze to Saph, crouching beside him, her small frame trembling as she cries into her hands.“Saph,” he whispers, his voice cracking as he grabs her shoulders and pulls her up to face him. “Hey, Saph. Don’t cry, okay? Don’t worry. They’re fine—Momma and Dad are fine.”His words sound hollow even to h
Zachary’s body felt heavy, his heart throbbing like a wound that refused to heal. He could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him, each breath more labored than the last. The storm, the crashing waves, the air—their fury was a palpable force, like a dark hand creeping toward him. He closed his eyes, resigned to the inevitable. The world was ending, and there was nothing left to fight for.“Goodbye, Son,” he whispered hoarsely, the words laced with a sorrow too deep to express.“Aiden... Dadda loves you.” The finality of it cut through him like a dagger, sharp and unforgiving.“Nooooo!” Aiden’s scream broke through the tension, raw and frantic. Zachary’s heart clenched as the sound echoed around him—his son, desperate, helpless.But before the torrent could touch him, before the wind could tear him apart and the water could swallow him whole, a figure appeared—Eirene.She moved with a fierce determination, her body blocking the inevitable like a shield. Her palms extended o
Aiden’s right leg was impatiently thumping against the wooden floor, his hands clammy as he looked up at the ticking wall clock. Two hours have passed, he can feel the tremors every few minutes, but since the last ten minutes there have been none. He couldn't help pray to the moon goddess. Everyone please be fine. Moon goddess please protect them. A hand rests on his shaking leg and Aiden looks up to meet Saph’s eyes( Sera and Saph are the same). “ Calm down. They are gonna be fine.” He interlocks his fingers with her to press them to his chest. Closing his eyes. He takes deep breath when he feels that gnawing in his chest return.Something is wrong… terribly wrong. He can feel it. The pain, the desperation. “ This is enough. I can’t stay here anymore.” Getting up on his feet Aiden proclaims when Raven’s anxious eyes meet his. They have brought Aiden here, miles away from the battlefield before the war even began. These were Eirene and Zach’s instructions and the little b
To an outsider, it might have looked like the heavens themselves opened their gates, and chaos poured out. A colossal wave, commanded by Zaid, surged forward, casting a shadow over the battlefield and drowning the cries of terror in its deafening roar. The resisting army faltered, panic spreading like wildfire as the wave moved with sentient intent, its every motion controlled by Zaid’s elemental power.“Take it, motherfuckers! Die!” Zaid’s manic laughter rang across the field as he unleashed his fury.But just as the wave threatened to swallow everything, a powerful roar split through the chaos.“Stand your ground!” Zachary’s voice boomed, unwavering, as he dropped to his knees and placed his hand firmly against the trembling earth. The veins in his arms bulged with strain as he summoned his strength. The ground beneath them answered his call, erupting upward to form a massive barrier of rock and earth. The wall collided with the wave, forcing it to break and redirect its wrath back
The sheets were ripped to tatters, the furniture in the room upturned and broken as he took her in every corner of the room. Eirene’s moans echo around as her nails dig into his naked back, head polled back and eyes rolling over as he thrusts inside her. Filling her, making her feel complete in years. “ Zach.., ahh” He continues to kiss each and every inch of her skin, his lips claiming her neck to descend down to her chest and naval. Her legs tremble body comes undone and he watches her, loving her dripping with wetness. Placing her back on the bed, he continues to show her the heights of ecstscy she has missed. Her hand tug on his hair this time, almost begging him to take her. There was dominance in his touch, yet submission in his eyes. A roughness of his hands yet softness of his lips. Eirene is taken back all those years to that night she did it with him for the first time. And she won’t lie. She felt alive after years. Back in his arms. The line between what is
The pain becomes unbearable, I start clawing my chest and when I thought its all over? A hand slams on my chest and my back is pushed against a wall. My hazy vision shows me those brown orbs. “ Damm it!” She curses, to only pull out some herbs from her pocket. Placing them in her own mouth, she chews on them before pushing them into my mouth. “ Chew on them dammit!” I blankly stare at her concerned eyes, slowly moving my mouth. While any other person would be scared of death right now all I could think of was that I had her juices in my mouth. Like literally. She chewed on those herbs before giving them to me. Did she indirectly kiss me? I am fucked up for thinking like this. What level of crazy would define that? But then this is what I am for her. Madly insanely in love with my dewdrop. My heart starts calming down and I see relief flood in her eyes as she places her palm on my chest, monitoring my heartbeat. A trail of sweat dribbles down her chin and I lift my hea
One month later…. The werewolf Kingdom has been taken over by the new King and Queen; Caden and Emerald. The prior King Zachary was declared to be dead with his absence from the court and his service to the world was honoured with a death ceremony. From the very first day Caleb took the throne, council heads were called and all the laws in the werewolf code of conduct have been re written. Despite the resistance from the four packs ( Resisting allies) who have still not accepted him as the king, his rule prevailed. The people were ecstatic to have a new King. With Zachary’s prolonged ailment, commoners long started doubting his ability to lead their world. They wanted a new ruler, new ideologies, fresh blood and they had him. But as they say, if you want to see someone’s true colours? Give them power. The taxes were tripled, burdening the common people, with the simple reason that funds were needed if a war was to break out with the four resisting packs. The council became a
My body was moving on its own accord, aligning itself to him, moving towards him, begging him like a bitch. And he watches it, denying and allowing whenever he wished. Dancing me to his tunes, making me damp the very betsheets under me. “ That pervert thought he could touch this, huh?” He continues to lay kisses all over my chest and neck. “ He thought he could even look at you?” Lifting up my wrists, he starts kissing my fingers and I feel my toes curl. That look in his eyes, he almost looked mad, insane. “ You were and will forever be mine, Dewdrop! Mine! Anyone who even dares to touch you! Is dead!” His eye were carnal, almost animalistic like there is no tomorrow. And I won’t lie. I felt a shiver of fear yet possesiveness travel down my spine. “ Umm Zach…” I moan a muffled scream and he crashed his lips on mine. Not stopping even for a second, to let me speak. My body burns up like a furnace, his arms wrap around me in a protective band and the next thing I k