Derek laid on his bed and stared at the ceiling when he heard a light knock on the door. He quickly sat up, feeling a bit startled as he wasn't expecting any visitors. When Derek opened the door, he was surprised to see Aurora standing there. She had an inquisitive look in her eyes as she peered into his room with curiosity and Derek couldn't help but feel mesmerized by her beauty. Aurora slowly entered Derek's room, looking around with awe before finally turning her gaze towards him once again. Her lips curved into a gentle smile as she took a few steps closer until they were just inches away from each other. "What brings you here?" Derek asked, his voice laced with a hint of surprise. Aurora smiled mischievously before replying, "Do I need any invitation to visit my mate's chambers?" “Um…of course not,” Derek stuttered, a little flustered. Aurora slowly walked in, taking in all the details of Derek's room before finally stopping at the bed where he had been lying moments ago.D
"I didn't kill him, I swear it!" Sari wailed, her voice cracking with emotion. "I was only there after he fell!"Drea leaned down, her dark eyes boring into Sari's. "Then tell me, Sari, how did he fall? Did you see anyone else in the room with him?"Sari shook her head frantically. "I don't know, I swear! I was just going to check on him, but when I got there, he was already on the ground!"The investigation room of the royal arena was a cold and dreary place, filled with an eerie silence that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. The walls were made of solid stone and had a greyish tint to them, as if the very walls themselves were mocking the prisoners who were held there.Sari could see that the walls were adorned with all sorts of instruments of torture. There were rods, whips, nails, ropes, and other things that made her shudder in fear. They hung ominously from hooks on the wall, like a warning to anyone who dared to cross the royal family.The investigator, a tall an
Aurora was in her chambers, about to retire for the night when Derek suddenly came inside. “De—” “Shut up,” he said, approaching in a speed of lightning, not giving her time to say a word before he went straight up to her and kissed her passionately. Aurora rose from the stool with their lips locked together and they stumbled onto the bed, still kissing hungrily as if they hadn't seen each other in years. Their lips moved against each other hungrily, exploring every inch of the other's mouth with an intensity that can only be found in true love. Aurora felt her heart racing as she allowed herself to get lost in his embrace; it was like a wave of pleasure washing over her body from head to toe. Derek ran his hands across Aurora's back while his tongue explored the depths of her mouth. She responded eagerly, pushing further into him with each stroke of his tongue until finally he pulled away slightly, leaving them both breathless and longing for more. They continued kissing hungril
Ragnar was lying on his bed, his breathing labored as he coughed up blood. His eyes were sunken and his skin was pallid, giving him a deathly appearance. The physician was by his side, feverishly concocting a medicine to help ease the pain and cure his illness. The physician's assistant was standing by the bed, a handkerchief clutched in her hand.The assistant, a young woman with a gentle face, leaned over Ragnar as he coughed up another mouthful of blood. She reached out and placed the handkerchief over his mouth, trying to catch the blood as it spilled out. The handkerchief was quickly stained red with the blood, evidence of the severity of Ragnar's condition.The physician worked feverishly, his hands moving quickly as he mixed together various herbs and powders. He added the mixture to a boiling pot of water, the steam rising up and filling the room with the sweet aroma of healing herbs. The assistant watched as he worked, her eyes focused on the task at hand.They were both dres
The three guards knelt before Ragnar, their heads bowed in respect. Ragnar looked down at them, his expression stern. "You have been chosen for a very important mission," he said. "You are to go to the Blood Moon Pack and find a secret black cave of Oints….or whatever that is. Anyway, you are to bring back whatever you find there. Do you understand?"They were dressed in plain, commoner clothing to blend in with the crowds they would encounter on their mission to the Blood Moon Pack. Their clothes were simple and functional, with sturdy boots and dark-colored tunics that wouldn't draw attention.The guards nodded, their faces serious. "We understand, your highness," one of them said. "We will not fail you."Ragnar narrowed his eyes, studying them. "You had better not," he said. "This is a dangerous mission. The land you are going to is that of my enemy. You must be very careful and move as discreetly as possible. You must not draw attention to yourselves."The guards nodded agai
As the morning sun began to peek through the stained glass windows of the royal kitchen, the head chef, was already bustling about, directing the other maids in their preparations for the day's meals. The air was thick with the scent of fresh herbs and spices, and the sounds of sizzling pans and chopping knives filled the room.The other maids were hard at work, each with their own tasks to complete. Some were chopping vegetables, while others were mixing batter for the day's bread. A few were stirring pots of soup or roasting meats in the ovens. Pots and pans clanged together as the maids hurried to finish their tasks, and the scents of garlic, onion, and savory herbs filled the air.Miranda was tasked with preparing a tray of pastries for the royal family's breakfast. She worked quickly and skillfully, rolling out the dough and filling each pastry with a sweet fruit compote. At another station, Sari was slicing up vegetables for a salad. She worked carefully and methodically, makin
As she pushed the cart through the long hallway leading to the princess's chambers, the sound of the wheels echoed loudly off the stone walls. The sound was especially loud and jarring in the stillness of the palace, and Miranda winced each time she heard it. As she approached the door to the princess's chambers, Miranda slowed her pace and took a deep breath. Miranda entered Fel's chambers as she did every day, carrying a cart of food for her. But as she approached Fel's cage, she noticed that something was off.Fel's body was stiff, and she was gripping the bars of her cage tightly. Her head was slumped backwards, and her eyes were wide open, unblinking. Her body shook as if she was having a seizure.Miranda gasped and quickly dropped the cart of food. She rushed to Fel's side and grabbed her hands, trying to shake her awake. "Fel, Fel, what's wrong?" she asked frantically.Fel didn't respond, but her hands continued to grip the bars tightly. Miranda tried to pry them away, but t
Miranda was struggling to wrap her head around what Fel had just told her. A vision? How could Fel, a non-black blood, be experiencing visions? It just didn't make sense to her. She wanted to ask more questions, to understand how this could be possible, but she didn't want to give away her own abilities as a witch."So, when was the first time you experienced a vision?" Miranda finally asked.Fel took a deep breath and said, "It was six years ago when I was fourteen. I had never experienced it again until recently, and the recent ones have become more frequent."Miranda's mind was racing. She had never heard of anyone who wasn't born with the gift suddenly developing it years later. Was it even possible? She had to find out more."Did you ever tell anyone about it?" Miranda asked, hoping to get more information."No," Fel replied. "It happened only once then, and I didn't think much of it."Miranda was starting to feel a bit anxious. This was something that needed to be handled carefu
LAST CHAPTER.The market square was bustling with activity as people went about their daily business. The sound of merchants haggling with customers mixed with the clucking of chickens and the neighing of horses. Suddenly, a hush fell over the square as rumors spread that the king and queen were coming. People started to run frantically around, hurrying to catch a glimpse of the royal procession.As the excitement grew, people began to push and shove each other, trying to get a better view. Some even fell to the ground, but they quickly got back up and continued their attempts to see the royal family; the leaders of their pack. It was clear that many of them had never seen the Alpha king before, and this was a momentous occasion for them.As the excitement grew, people began to push and shove each other, trying to get a better view. Some even fell to the ground, but they quickly got back up and continued their attempts to see the king. It was clear that many of them had never seen the
Gasher's heart was pounding so hard that he thought Ragnar might wake up. Ragnar's guards were nowhere to be seen, and the room was eerily quiet. Gasher took a step closer to Ragnar's bed. He could see the veins bulging on Ragnar's neck, and his chest heaving up and down with each breath. He felt a surge of anger and hatred towards the man who had caused so much pain to his family.As he got closer, Gasher could see the sweat on Ragnar's forehead, and the look of tension in his sleep. He wanted to laugh at the sight, but he knew he had to stay focused. He couldn't let his guard down, not for a second.Gasher raised his sword, ready to strike. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should say something. But then he realized that there was nothing to say. Ragnar had brought this upon himself, and he had to pay the price. Gasher looked down upon him with a cold, hard stare, and then he swung his sword down towards Ragnar.Gasher stood in the darkness of the night, sword in hand, rea
"Speaking of the queen, have you heard about what happened between her and Ragnar? I heard she attacked him in his chambers!"The group erupted in laughter at the thought of the petite queen attacking the powerful Ragnar. "I can't believe she had the strength to do that," one of them said between chuckles.Zen, the man who had noticed Gasher's distraction earlier, chimed in with a more serious tone. "I heard that the princess was stabbed by a guard.”Some of them nodded in agreement.“He's still at large, but who knows, one of us might even be the killer,” another added looking at the others with playfully suspicious eyes."But do you guys reckon Ragnar will do if the prince and his wife are eventually found?" one of them asked, his voice shaking slightly."I don't know, but I wouldn't want to be in their shoes right now," another replied.The conversation died down as they continued to walk in silence, the only sounds coming from the rustling of leaves and twigs under their feet. Th
The six rainmakers were travelling through the thick bushes in silence. They had all their ritual tools and materials being pulled in a cart by two men. Fred, who was leading the group, suddenly stopped walking. The other five members of the party looked at him with worry in their eyes as he remained silent, his gaze fixed on something ahead of them.One of the cautiously asked,“Why did you stop? What is going on?”There was no answer from Fred as he continued to look around warily. He then took out a small Dagger from his belt and soon after three more men did the same, taking out their daggers too. The two women held onto each other tightly as they felt fear rising within them about what might happen next. In a flash seven masked men jumped out of the bushes and charged towards them. The two men who were pulling the cart immediately ran for their lives, leaving the other four to fend for themselves. The attackers began slashing and stabbing at them mercilessly as they screamed i
The six people in white robes stood still, eyes closed, hands clasped together as they waited for Fred to start the eclipse calling ceremony. The burning pyre in the center of the square emitted a warm glow, casting flickering shadows on the ground. Suddenly, Fred began to dance around the square, howling words that were incomprehensible to everyone but him. He walked around, rattling the short stick in his hand, while the others in white robes began to sway to the beat of the music.Gasher watched from the sidelines, his face tense with anticipation. Fred's dance grew more intense, his howls louder as he worked himself into a frenzy. His feet pounded the ground as he twirled, his arms flailing around him.Ragnar watched from his seat, his eyes fixed on the spectacle before him. He was surrounded by Gasher and a few other guards, all of whom looked on with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. As Fred's dance reached its climax, Ragnar leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he watch
92.Carissa stirred from her slumber as she heard the faint creak of the door opening. Her eyes fluttered open, struggling to adjust to the dimness of the room. "Who's there?" she mumbled, her voice hoarse from sleep.A familiar figure stepped out of the shadows, and Carissa's eyes widened in recognition. It was Era, one of the maids who worked in the palace. Carissa struggled to sit up, wincing as she felt the dull ache in her bones. "Era, what are you doing here?" she asked, her voice laced with confusion.Era walked towards her cage, her footsteps as silent as a cat's. "The princess asked me to give you this," she said, tossing a key towards Carissa. The princess? Carissa thought, confused. Why would she give me a key?Carissa looked down at the key, hesitating before picking it up. She turned to Era, about to ask her what it was for when she spoke up. "What else would it be for?" Era said, a hint of impatience creeping into her voice. "It's the key to the cage. The princess
The maids frantically packed their belongings, the room filled with commotion. Some were shoving each other, while others were arguing about their belongings. One maid shouted, "That's mine, give it back!" while another retorted, "No, it's not, I had it first!" The room was chaotic, with everyone trying to grab their things as quickly as possible.Another maid was trying to pack her jewelry when she realized that her necklace was missing. She searched frantically through her belongings, but it was nowhere to be found. "Has anyone seen my necklace?" she asked the others, hoping someone had accidentally picked it up. But nobody had seen it, and her panic only grew as she thought about losing something so valuable.In the midst of the chaos, one of the maids accidentally knocked over a vase, causing it to shatter on the ground. "Oh no, what have you done?" exclaimed another maid, irritated. "Can't you be more careful?" The maid apologized profusely, but the others were already rush
Magnus furrowed his brows in a deep frown as he observed the vast plains below. The beauty of the land was undeniable, with its rolling hills and expansive fields, but Magnus couldn't appreciate it in his current state of mind. His thoughts were consumed with anger and frustration.Overlooking the vast expanse of the plains below the beauty of the landscape was undeniable - rolling hills stretched out before him, dotted with verdant trees and grassy fields. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over everything it touched. The sky was a canvas of oranges, pinks, and purples, with wispy clouds painted in hues of gold and silver.But despite the beauty of the scene before him, Magnus could feel a deep anger burning inside him. He clenched his fists tightly behind his back, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grip. His gaze shifted beyond the horizon, where the borders of the Scorpion Zeal pack lay. Hatred for his enemy burned within him, fueled by a desire for ve
One of the men, engrossed in the task of cutting down the tree, noticed a faint movement in the distance. He squinted his eyes, trying to make out what it was. Suddenly, he realized that it was a woman walking towards them. He called out to the others, "Hey, look over there, a woman is coming!"The others stopped what they were doing and turned to see for themselves. They chuckled amongst themselves, joking about who the woman might be and whose type she might be."Maybe she's into tall, dark, and handsome," one of them said, eliciting a round of laughter from the group."Or maybe she's into strong, silent types," another chimed in, earning a few nods of agreement.She appeared to be weak and disoriented, barely able to stand on her own two feet. Her movements were slow and unsteady, as if every step required all of her strength.Her hair was disheveled and fell messily around her face, which was pale and contorted in pain. Her dress was torn in several places, and blood had soaked t