As he watched Jessica sleep, he thought back about the day she was born, and how everything changed that day, from his wife dying and saving Jessica to her own mother being in a state of having just lost her own sister and having to give up her firstborn child to keep her safe from the hands of the council. Mr. Ondrink wondered if the crowned heads ever had more children and if it is known to the council that they have a child. How abruptly they got forced to leave the pack and rule the council as the next in line to represent the Lycan Werewolves. He has so much to tell his niece, that was the split image of his deceased wife. He wondered if his wife were still alive, if they would have had children of their own. Because Mr. Ondrink was not of royal descent, he and his wife did not qualify to represent the Lycan Werewolves at the council and for that he was grateful. Mr. Ondrink looked at the Spirit-wolf still attached to Jessica. The Spirit-Wolf returned his loving gaze, looking at
Jessica was glad that the smoke of before was gone and only a fireplace burning with the smoke directed through a chimney out of the Igloo. Jessica noticed all eyes on her. Mr. Ondrink signaled her to take some food, “you have to take food first for yourself and then you have to give food to everyone else.” “How should I know how much they want to eat?” Jessica asked, unsure. “Trust your instincts, you are linked to everyone, try and listen to their thoughts.” Jessica took a small portion of what looked like meat and put it aside. She decided to start with Mr. Ondrink and felt kind of bad for having to use her hands. ‘I am honored to be served by your hands,’ she heard Mr. Ondrink’s thoughts. Jessica placed food from three different bowls into Mr. Ondrinks bowl, ‘thank you, that is more than enough,’ she heard him again. She smiled and dished for the next person. She was about to dish for a woman, ‘no, princess, you have to dish for the men first,’ she heard the woman, stopping h
As soon as Ann left, Michael sped off. Instead of going to nearby towns, he went towards the mountains. Michael spent most of his time searching for prehistoric vampires, but found none. After hours of searching, he made his way to the first town. He could effortlessly tell the vampires from the humans. He followed a female vampire to her compound. Michael knew he was also being followed, and he could sense that the female vampire was aware of him. Michael stopped abruptly and turned around to face the Vampire following him head-on. “Why are you following her?” the Vampire asked before Michael could talk. “I want to see where your compound is. I need some information,” Michael said, not feeling intimidating at all because he could sense several vampires closing in on him. “Do you come from a dress-up party or what?” the Vampire mocked Michael's appearance. “I am a prehistoric vampire, unfroze about a week ago,” he answered. The Vampires hiding in the shadows made themselves know
This was the first time he was there without Hannah. The Penthouse was beautifully decorated in Hannah’s style. Colorful portraits adorned the bricked-face walls. Leather furniture and boldly printed carpets. The kitchen was Hannah’s favorite place and consisted of wood countertops and white cupboards, giving it a rustic but clean feeling. Dario felt excitement about Hannah becoming a vampire soon. Dario wondered around the Penthouse visiting old memories to help the time go by. *** Friday afternoon after school, Ann made her way to the Compound, wondering if she will find Michael there. She felt slightly relieved when she did. “You cleaned up nicely,” Ann noticed Michael’s good looks now that he was dressed, and his hair tied back in a man-bun. ‘Crap, he is going to see that I find him attractive crap! Stop thinking!’ she wills herself to stop admiring him. Michael was about the take her arm to drink when she pulled away. “What secrets are you hiding? I am starved, let me drink,
William got out of the car, adjusting his glasses before putting his backpack on his back and taking the two girls' backpacks. “I can carry my own bag, thanks,” Ann said, taking her bag from William. Jessica followed Ann’s lead and took her bag from William. They made their way to the terminal. Mr. Ondrink left after they disappeared from his sight. He knew he must go with them, but Jessica was not allowing him. It shocked Ann that they got seated in first class, not used to throwing money away unnecessarily. Even though her family was well-off, they would never waste money on first-class treatment. Jessica carried her mixed emotions on her face without realizing it. “Are you ok?” Ann asked, concerned. “Yeah, still getting used to my new reality,” Jessica responded, looking away from Ann, out of the cabin window to hide her facial expressions. The first-class cabin had a lot of space with a large Lazy-boy seat at a window with a fold-down bed across from it for each passenger.
“Andre? You are a shapeshifter?” Jessica asked extremely interested. “Not really, like Lycan Werewolves, I can only change into an owl. I am a vampire hybrid though,” Andre said, completely naked in front of them. Ann and William looked away gasping but not Jessica. She might still be a virgin, but she had seen naked men before. A young woman appeared in one of the doorways, “do you have no shame?” “Oh mother,” Andre rolled his eyes at his mother and entered the room to get dressed. “You are right, Jessica, it is magic. This hallway is only about ten meters,” Amirah, Andres's mother said with a smooth tone of her voice. She looked as young as Andre. She had the same majestic features as her son. Her blond smooth hair cascaded down her back past her hips. Her deep and light green eyes were big and thickly lined with gold. Her tight jeans and high heels reveal that she was stylish and modern even though she was wearing a suit jacket and classic collar shirt. As soon as Andre joined
William laid on his bed, with his arms folded under his head looking up at the over-decorated ceiling. He decided to wait a while and then find the girls. He did not feel safe enough to sleep. The next morning William was woken up by a soft knock on the door, he was slightly angry at himself for falling asleep. “Sir, breakfast is ready. Would you like to have it in here, the breakfast room or the garden?” a small, elegant voice came from the door. “I am decent, come in.” A girl, appearing to be the same age as him and his friends, stepped into the room, “I am Ami, my mother send me.” “Your mother?” William asked, wondering if the lady of last night might be her mother. “Queen Amirah,” the girl responded shyly. William thought to himself that she was as beautiful as her mother. “Amirah,” William repeated after Ami. “Well, Queen Amirah,” Ami corrected him. “Sure,” William responded sarcastically. Ami gave a little huff and left the door, ‘humans, whatever.’ *** Jessica woke
The nearby table of Lycan Werewolf royal brothers focused their attention on Jessica, all hoping to have a connection with her, not aware that she already had a mate. King Juno immediately grabbed Jessica by her arm and dragged her out of the Sunroom. “Let go of me!” Jessica protested. “It appears your king and queen have been hiding a bride,” Queen Amirah said, speaking to the royal brothers. Not wanting to miss their opportunity to have a mate bond with Jessica, the young men got to their feet and almost fight each other to get in front of one another, making their way out of the Sunroom, attracting stares. *** Back in Alaska, Wynn jumped to his feet abruptly. “I have to go, I will meet you guys in New York.” “Dario said we must travel together,” Hannah stopped Wynn. “My mate is in trouble and I cannot lose daytime because the Vampires cannot travel during the day,” Wynn said making his way to the door and leaving before anyone could say another word. Wynn was a hundred perc
Every year, when Prince Deacon left for a few days for the higher council, Emily will not follow. When he did not return on his last visit, she got worried and went to find out what was up and if he was ok. Even though she was heartbroken that he found a mate again, she was happy for him. A bit cross about the way he went about it, but nonetheless she was glad that he had a fated mate. Word reached her a few weeks later that his mate Jessica was abducted, and she came to the rescue. She did not expect for her and Deacon to end up making love again, but they did. When Deacon claimed Jessica a few months later, Emily was broken up and ended up in Prince Mano's bed. Present day. (Read Chapter 179 for a recap) After Prince Deacon stormed into Prince Mano's room and caught them in bed together, followed by Prince Mano attacking Prince Deacon, Emily decided to leave them to it. “I am not doing this,” Emily said and left the room. Emily went to her own room, which she has not been in for a
"Why would he betray me? How is he even alive?" Prince Deacon asked, not believing that Kerraelas betrayed him. 'I don't know why or how. I knew he was not dead, but I don't know why he gave your parents the information,' Wynn mind linked. "My mother killed, -never mind, I see he is still alive." Prince Deacon was about to tell Wynn that his mother killed the Shaman but then he saw in Wynn's mind that they made contact. "Where is he?" Prince Deacon asked, wanting to know where the shaman was. "I told him to go to the nearest town North," Wynn said, finally able to speak. "Guess he didn't listen," Prince Deacon said, pointing at the wolf they both recognize as the Shaman in full wolf form. The shaman finally regained his strength and managed to complete his shift. Wynn took the backpack off his back and took out his spare pants and threw it at the Shaman. The Shaman shifted and put the pants on. "I think the neighbor just saw me do that," the Shaman said, looking at Princess B
Two of Queen Lana’s guards ran into the house and force him outside.“Let me die with her!” Prince Deacon demanded, trying to get back into the house.In the distance, you could hear the fire brigade. Prince Deacon knew that there was nothing saving the house or Emily now.The Shaman pretend to be dead for as long as he could and started to crawl out of the burning house, towards the kitchen, hoping that it had a back door like all houses.With his hand on his throat, he started to run through the backyard before climbing over the first wall. ‘That b*tch, I have been serving here for over a millennium and she just tried to kill me as if I am nothing? I will end her,’ the Shaman vowed, ‘but first I need to survive; I need to find Wynn.’ The Shaman went rogue the moment his throat was slit so that Queen Lana and the pack will think him dead.The shaman took out his phone and called Wynn but he was barely able to speak so he put the phone down again and tried to type with one hand while
“There you are. What is that face for?” Prince Deacon asked, when he came into the room, Emily standing with just a towel around her. Prince Deacon had a bunch of red roses in one hand and a guy that looked in his mid-thirties next to him.“Go wait downstairs,” Prince Deacon ordered the guy.“I am not hungry,” Emily said, knowing the guy was to feed on.“But today is your feeding day,” Prince Deacon said, laying the roses down on the vanity table before turning to Emily, and putting his hands on her shoulders, “what is wrong?”“Just thinking about how you have no children and deserve to have children,” Emily said, her eyes sad. Emily decided not to tell him about Wynn’s phone call, knowing he will just make them go on the run and she does not want him to spend his life on the run.“Do you want children?” Prince Deacon asked with a frown.“Does it matter since I can't have any?” Emily asked.“We can get a surrogate,” Prince Deacon reminded her of the time period they live in.“Forget I
The year 2000 and something “I thought you were dead,” Queen Lana said, sitting up on her royal throne when she saw an old acquaintance. “Kerraelas, old friend,” King Makens said, standing up from his throne to greet his Raven friend that looked as young as he does. After the embrace, King Makens signaled his servants to come closer. “What do you want to drink? Are you hungry?” “I am not staying long,” Kerraels said. “Where have you been all this time?” Queen Lana asked. “Does it matter?” Kerraels asked. “What brings you here? A warning? What has your foresight shown to you?” King Makens asked, looking at the serious expression on Kerraels' face. “I have seen many things to come,” Kerraels said. “I heard someone sighted you,” Queen Amirah said, walking in, Prince Andre at her side. “Queen Amirah,” Kerraels said, taking her hand and kissing it. “Prince Andre, how is hybrid life treating you?” Kerraels turned his attention to Prince Andre and shook his hand. “It has its perks
Princess Freda realized that she will have to hide out for a while and birth her children first before attempting to find Emily so she slowly made her way to the nearest harbor to board a ship to Europe and from there it was slow and hot, uncomfortable journey to Egypt. Even though she knew it was risky staying at Queen Zuberi’s palace, she didn’t know where else to go and luckily for her, the palace still carried Gabriella’s spell. Princess Freda was well taken care of by Queen Zuberi’s servants, none of them knowing that Queen Zuberi was dead and she thought it best not to enlighten them, for the sake of her twins. A few months later she gave birth to two healthy babies and instead of finding Emily, she decided it can wait as there was a raging human World War Two going on and the last thing she wanted is to get caught in the crossfire leaving her children without a mother. She was not sure if they were like King Lowe or King Thorvald and knew it will still be a few years before she
‘No!’ Princess thought. ‘King Thorvald is bringing Phoebe over to you,’ Princess Freda mind linked King Lowe desperately. ‘What?’ King Lowe mind linked her back as the door to his cell opened. “She is ripe. Try not to kill her, you don’t want to upset your mate,” King Thorvald laughed, ripping Phoebe’s made-shift dress off her, making her gasp. “Don’t do this,” King Lowe pleaded, smelling Phoebe, feeling his animal instinct ripping through him uncontrollably as he shifted into his werewolf form as the moon reached the tower. “Go on, have s*x with him,” King Thorvald compelled Phoebe before leaving. “No, stay away,” King Lowe yelled. ‘Please control yourself, think about me, please don’t hurt her,’ Princess Freda pleaded in a mind link. ‘She will have to kill me,’ King Lowe mind linked Princess Freda back. ‘There must be another way,’ Princess Freda pleaded. "We claimed each other. Is our bond not strong enough?" 'On a full moon, werewolves can't control themselves,' King Lowe
“How are my two love birds doing?” King Thorvald asked, walking into the cell. “She needs a bed,” King Lowe said, referring to Princess Freda that already looked uncomfortable with her swollen belly. “Whose babies do you think she is carrying? Mine or yours?” King Thorvald asked, putting his ears to her belly, listening to the two babies’ heartbeat. “Get away from her,” King Lowe growled, fighting against his restraints that have been secured to the wall again. “Come,” King Thorvald compelled Princess Freda to follow him. “Where are you taking her?” King Lowe demanded to know. “Didn’t you just demand a bed for her? I am taking her to a bed, my bed,” King Thorvald chuckled. “I am going to kill you!” King Lowe shouted. “Not if I kill you first,” King Thorvald said, grabbing Princess Freda from behind, holding her in a chokehold, and rubbing his hands over her belly, “if these babies are yours, I will no longer have the need for you.” Princess Freda doesn’t fight him, knowing if
King Thorvald went back to the castle and straight to the tower to give Princess Freda the bad news. “Someone is coming. You have to leave now,” King Lowe pleaded with Princess Freda. “What if this time they notice you are not chained to the wall?” King Lowe asked. “What does it matter? I can still break my chains,” Princess Freda said. "Besides, I am compelled not to try and escape. That is why I have to wait for my friend so that she can bring me a shaman necklace,” Princess Freda said. The door opened and King Thorvald walked in with a big smile on his face. “Bad news. I have found Phoebe.” Princess Freda hung her head in defeat with no response. King Thorvald walked over to her and took her arm, bringing her palm to his mouth before sinking his teeth into her. After drinking his fill, he ripped her dress off her and wiped his mouth with it before turning to King Lowe, “Perhaps now you won't be able to resist her.” “He can not even reach me, you moron,” Princess Freda spat, n