1548 miles from the Royal Lands 1:34 am Three young boys sauntered through the dense forest. “ This is stupid guys! We should head back!” The one at the end, Desmond speaks, heaving. With dirty blonde hair and green eyes, he was the most practical of all. Being 12, he was the eldest, but he wasn't the one leading this exploration or rather challenge. They continue to walk in deeper. “ Aghh come on! It has to be here somewhere or I may die of hunger!” The second one, Harold, exasperated. Stopping, he hunched over to catch his breath. Being of a fleshy build, walking for 3 hours without eating anything wasn’t his cup of tea. He preferred TV and chips. But today was an exception. Desmond and Harold looked ahead at their friend who showed no signs of fatigue. “ Aiden. Let's go back, man. It's just a stupid dare.” “ Yes Aid. I am starving.” Their friend turns around to look back at them. His determined blue eyes looked too solemn to belong to an 8-year-old kid. He
Zachary’s pov I drop on my chair and stare at the piece of paper on my table. Picking up a pen, my fingers grip it firmly as I stare at the place I am supposed to write a name on. My inheritor. How? How can I name a third person as my successor when I and my forefather struggled day and night to withhold the power and position that comes with the werewolf King title today? We are purebloods. How can I just sign this all away to a person who is not my blood? If Xavier was alive, things would have been different. I would have blindly trusted him with everything after me. But he is not here. She murdered him. Why moon goddess? Is this my Karma? Why do you have to give me a fate like this? You took away the two people most dearest to me. My dewdrop murdered my little Munchkin. And now? This rarest of rare diseases. Me, dying with every passing day? Not having an heir despite trying for years? Why? Before I knew I was crushing the stem of the Rose. Blood tra
Aiden’s pov Scents are every werewolf's identity in our world. But somehow I can manipulate them. I can sniff a person and tell what the person is like. I can feel their emotions, their evil intentions and everything they hide from this world. Taking a deep breath. I open my palms to let my energy flow. I could feel each particle around me vibrating. Focussing, I let my scent overpower Des and Harolds. These men can’t go after them. I won’t let them till I stand here. I blankly stare as they both run away deeper into the meadows. Relief floods in my chest the further they escaped. “ Turn around. State your name and business.” My eyes stay fixed on my friend's minimising silhouette. As soon as they vanish into the thick fog. I turn around. A dozen of enormous wolves stood in front of me, baring their teeth at me. However that one scent that caught my attention was at the centre. There stood a huge man with bulging muscles. His eyes were malice. Dripping with n
Zachary's pov I followed the scents to reach the location, but what I saw had me go still—leaning behind a tree, with my hands casually resting in my pockets. I stare at a boy of barely nine fighting with Caleb. While any other kid would be too scared even to raise his eyes and look my men in their eyes, he fought back with the valour of a trained fighter. People rarely surprise me or impress me. But this kid? He was something else. I tried to get his scent, but I couldn't. This illness hindered my abilities. I need to step closer to it. They fought for a few minutes, and I saw the boy lagging. His reflexes were slowing down, but he didn't give up easily. " I am going to rip you to pieces, you little piece of shit. Do you even know who you have messed with, huh?" " I am your King! " Caleb's words made me think twice about my decision. He was boosting the title already when I hadn't even given it to him. I haven't seen this side of him. He is always so abiding
Unknown pov “ Agghh fuc* him! That little piece of shit!” Groaning, I storm into my room to look down at my half-cut arm. My wolf has healed it to stop the blood, but my arm couldn't be put back. Those useless doctors can’t do one thing right. A bunch of morons! I stand before the floor-length mirror and tug on my shirt material to rip it off. My burned, scarred skin comes into view. My entire right arm and half of my chest are burned. The skin is hideous, thick and damaged beyond repair. I wrap gauze around my cut arm, and every second I spend tending to it makes me seethe in rage for that bastard kid. I swear I would have strangled him to death and then ripped his body into so many pieces that no one would recognise him. If it wasn't for him. Zachary. That fuc*er! Who does he think he is? The way he rubs his arrogance and power on my face every time makes me wish to kill him this second. A knock on my door interrupts me, and I groan. “ Who the fuc* is it
Aiden’s pov “ Doctor! Here! It's hurting!” “ Agghh, my leg!” “ Patient 101’s fever is flaring.” These voices! Aggh! My head was pounding with them. Straining, I flutter open my eyes to be welcomed by a white ceiling. Where am I? I move up my hand to feel a sharp pain in my hand. What's this? A strange needle was inserted into my hand, and it was covered with white tape. I panic, ready to rip it off, when a soft, calm voice speaks to me. “It's called an IV. It will help inject antibiotics and other medicines directly into your bloodstream.” “ Don’t tug on it.” My hand retreats as I look up to find soft brown eyes looking at me. A girl? I look behind her to find myself in the general Ward of a hospital. There were patients all around me, and now I knew from where the sounds were coming. “ Is it always this chaotic here?” I ask, looking down to find myself covered in bandages. My torso, thigh, arms and head were wrapped in gauze. “ A plea for help is not descr
Aiden’s pov I am dragged through beautiful corridors and I couldn't help but admire the place's interiors. Huge lights hung from the ceiling, plush red carpets covered its floor, the doors were almost triple the size of normal doors and beautiful showpieces lined the halls. We enter a huge room and the guards let me go. “ Wait here. And don't touch anything you filth.” I don't say anything. This is how rogues are usually treated. It's no surprise. That old lady was friendly, doesn't mean everyone else will be. The doors are slammed shut behind and I look around to have my eyes get stuck on a masterpiece. My mouth hangs open as I stare without blinking. It was a woman’s statue. Made of gold. Damn. Just how much money does the king have? Gulping, I step closer to stare at the woman’s features. She has doe-like eyes, a button nose and a small smile lingered on her lips. Her long hair flowed behind her and a long gown adored her body. My eyes shone when I saw her
I walk down the footpath with the crunches, my mind preoccupied. The King's words repeat in my mind. " Take your time. But I need an answer in affirmation. No one will know of this. You will continue to live in my pack like any other pack member. You will attend the school and do all that the kids of your age do." " Until the day I officially announce it." Why? This doesn't make sense. Why does he want to adopt me? Shouldn't the heir be the King's own blood? Something seems off. Terribly wrong. I reach the hut to only find a figure pacing in front of it. The girl's eyes stop on me and I see relief flood in. " Where did you go? Grandma was going to kill me if something happened to you. Do you only think about yourself? How selfish can you be!" I walk past her to whisper. " The King summoned me." That had her mouth open in shock. " Oh" " What did he say?" " Nothing." Opening the door to my room I settle on the bed and keep aside my crunches. She walks in, sta
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