Flynn exhaled the breath he did not know he was holding before glaring at the faces of the Firnes and walking past them into the hall. Candelabras hung against the walls, their candles burning away its flame and brightening the cosmic space. Flynn could see that a narrow path was flanked by a quite vast pool of clear waters, the candle flames glimmering on it.
He whipped his head around the environment in a bid to search for who had spoken earlier but it rather seemed that he was the only one in the hall before a flash of white light suddenly appeared in front of him that he had to shield his hands over his head to protect his eyes from the light’s intensity.
He heard the soft thudding of feet echo when the light began to fade, dropping to a light ball in a woman’s palm. The latter walked forward with a pink, chiffon fabric draped over her shoulders and barely covering her bare breast, cascading all the way down to her lower unco
WAYNE.Four days in this shitty hell hole of a Tower and I was left wondering how long I would survive it. I sat in the Balcony reading, yet again, the Volumes of Alphas.I initially was supposed to be enjoying the gentle brush of the wind as well as the soft whispers it rendered to my ears, watching as the leaves danced to its tune and as the birds perched from a branch to another, singing their beautiful choruses.I was also supposed to sit here and watch the gentle noon sun just when it decided to reveal its glow after four full days of teeming rain, but here I was trying my best to get something out of this freaking mating chapter before me. Phyllis had literally ruined everything I had mapped out for the day when she walked right into the Balcony and jammed the book to my face once again.My eyes now glared at the slowly stirring, abandoned Chamomile tea on a side stool before I reached for t
Even if the last time I saw her was five years ago, I knew that Mother was not this terrifying. She was a beautiful, gentle soul with pretty looks that could propel any man to their feet. This was not her, certainly not!My hands lunged toward her, longing to touch or shake her awake, but some concealed potency rather held me back to the point that I just stared at her figure, my hands hanging in the air.Tears prickled the corners of my eyes when I realized I could do nothing to comfort her. My lips trembled and an unwanted lump clogged in my throat as I sank to my knees, my eyes burning as it gazed at Mother’s still form.I badly missed and needed her back. I pined for the feel of her subtle palm as she rubbed it over my back to comfort me, or the tone of her soothing voice that sounded like it could calm a turbulent wave.When I tried to speak, a gale-force wind swept me out of the cave and
WAYNE.Phyllis fed me the last of the bowl’s content before placing it on a side stool. I felt her watching me as I heaved a sigh, a serene feeling washing through me. When I turned to the witch, she never broke the gaze. Instead, she seemed to intensify it, her orbs dipping into the eyelid and her pupils seeming to blaze from the reflection of the burning candles.“What do you think about love, Phyllis?” I suddenly muttered, causing the witch’s brows to crease and frowning lines pulled across her forehead.She huffed and turned away. “I think nothing of it, except that it is the nippiest route to whoever desires destruction.” I chuckled at Phyllis’ understanding of love before glancing down at my fingers, my eyes flicking between the black and white box designs of the floor’s overlay as I contemplated whether to ask the next question.&nbs
WAYNE.A good dream and a good sleep was all it took me to awake with good cheer in the morning. I yawned and stretched on the bed, not willing to get up anytime soon. Thankfully, I did not have training to catch up or any book to read so I was entirely free.I turned on the bed, lying on my side as I stared across at the space where I knew my new cactus friend stood. It was still slanted but I knew it would get better with time. As I tried to slide my legs down the bed, I felt something wet between my legs and my hands moved to check it out, entirely shocked that the crotch of my pants was all soaked and my dick was quite hard.However, I smiled when I recalled the dream I had last night, it was much better that it felt like a reality to me. Two knocks in a roll came on my door and I was force
WAYNE.I felt her emotions, witnessed her fading pain and overwhelming joy. I could feel what she thought, it seemed like there was a channel transferring her thoughts to me when I had a feeling that she might want a time alone, and now my hands remained in my pockets, my head bowed with a smile plastered on my face as I paced down the stairs.It was such a wonderful feeling when you feel your Mate’s happiness and I intended to keep it this way. I did not want anything that would cause Elspeth pain again so I was now more than determined to make sure that the smile I saw on her expression as she cried would remain as long as I could keep it.I arrived at the third floor and soon found myself in front of the library’s door. I opened it without wasting time and walked to one of the shelves before rummaging through its stack of books.I knew I had found just what I was looking for when I
Whomever that was, a harsh wind came from the blossoming trees in the woods below, causing Damien and I to look hurriedly down the window... We landed at the foot of the Castle, just before the woods, but there was total silence and no one. ͞ WAYNE’S POV It could be just like one of those slow-motion scenes where events go on in a gradual pace and then the unhurried rhythm tunes that, at times, can make you want to cry comes after. Although some of these scenes are rather too annoying and incredibly dawdling to keep on, my current situation certainly was not. With the scent of an unknown lingering presence in what seemed like my dark, four-walled chamber, I could not open my eyes to reality no matter how I tried. Initially, in my head, I was propped up on my bed, peering anxiously into the darkness to see if those imaginary shadow mobs approached me from every possible corner until the half, midnight moon suddenly found its
As I knew him, Lucerne would not just speak so tersely, yet calm when he joked, especially with a hidden restraint in his voice that only I could have figured out, and with the fact that he ignored the matter of a spy to say this. ͞ LUCERNE’S POV I had changed from my nightclothes into a pair of khakis and a brown, sleeved shirt, and then slid my feet into its leather black boots, getting ready as I usually do on some mornings to tend the castle garden. As I turned away from my wardrobe, a knock came on my door and Sage, my handmaid, walked in. She curtsied before me, stretching the neatly folded ash cloak out to me, “my Lord.” “Thank you, Sage,” I acknowledged as I took the cloak from her and wore it on myself. “Get me my toolbox and gloves,” I ordered, and Sage did as I said. She gingerly moved to my drawer and brought out the box filled with my tools for tending to the garden, and then the gloves. I took the latter fr
That moment, I felt nothing, at least that was what I should say since I did not know what to feel or how to react. I just knelt there, my eyes flicking between stiff, cold-blooded Father and the weeping, swaying Lucerne. ͞ WAYNE’S POV Demons-bane remains a no-joke poison to a demon. It was lethal, with no cure, obviously the only thing that can cause even a Demon Lord’s sudden death. Father just revealed the secret that before now, he had this toxic poison running in his veins from several decades ago and I could not stop the gasp that escaped my lips. Lucerne and Damien turned questioningly to me, obviously wanting answers, as they did not have the tiniest idea of what the poison was. I recalled a chapter I read in one of my history books that talked about this herb. I did not take it seriously then; I had immediately concluded that it was just some type of belief associated with a myth and had nothing to do with reality, so I had quickly
WAYNE.I felt her emotions, witnessed her fading pain and overwhelming joy. I could feel what she thought, it seemed like there was a channel transferring her thoughts to me when I had a feeling that she might want a time alone, and now my hands remained in my pockets, my head bowed with a smile plastered on my face as I paced down the stairs.It was such a wonderful feeling when you feel your Mate’s happiness and I intended to keep it this way. I did not want anything that would cause Elspeth pain again so I was now more than determined to make sure that the smile I saw on her expression as she cried would remain as long as I could keep it.I arrived at the third floor and soon found myself in front of the library’s door. I opened it without wasting time and walked to one of the shelves before rummaging through its stack of books.I knew I had found just what I was looking for when I
WAYNE.A good dream and a good sleep was all it took me to awake with good cheer in the morning. I yawned and stretched on the bed, not willing to get up anytime soon. Thankfully, I did not have training to catch up or any book to read so I was entirely free.I turned on the bed, lying on my side as I stared across at the space where I knew my new cactus friend stood. It was still slanted but I knew it would get better with time. As I tried to slide my legs down the bed, I felt something wet between my legs and my hands moved to check it out, entirely shocked that the crotch of my pants was all soaked and my dick was quite hard.However, I smiled when I recalled the dream I had last night, it was much better that it felt like a reality to me. Two knocks in a roll came on my door and I was force
WAYNE.Phyllis fed me the last of the bowl’s content before placing it on a side stool. I felt her watching me as I heaved a sigh, a serene feeling washing through me. When I turned to the witch, she never broke the gaze. Instead, she seemed to intensify it, her orbs dipping into the eyelid and her pupils seeming to blaze from the reflection of the burning candles.“What do you think about love, Phyllis?” I suddenly muttered, causing the witch’s brows to crease and frowning lines pulled across her forehead.She huffed and turned away. “I think nothing of it, except that it is the nippiest route to whoever desires destruction.” I chuckled at Phyllis’ understanding of love before glancing down at my fingers, my eyes flicking between the black and white box designs of the floor’s overlay as I contemplated whether to ask the next question.&nbs
Even if the last time I saw her was five years ago, I knew that Mother was not this terrifying. She was a beautiful, gentle soul with pretty looks that could propel any man to their feet. This was not her, certainly not!My hands lunged toward her, longing to touch or shake her awake, but some concealed potency rather held me back to the point that I just stared at her figure, my hands hanging in the air.Tears prickled the corners of my eyes when I realized I could do nothing to comfort her. My lips trembled and an unwanted lump clogged in my throat as I sank to my knees, my eyes burning as it gazed at Mother’s still form.I badly missed and needed her back. I pined for the feel of her subtle palm as she rubbed it over my back to comfort me, or the tone of her soothing voice that sounded like it could calm a turbulent wave.When I tried to speak, a gale-force wind swept me out of the cave and
WAYNE.Four days in this shitty hell hole of a Tower and I was left wondering how long I would survive it. I sat in the Balcony reading, yet again, the Volumes of Alphas.I initially was supposed to be enjoying the gentle brush of the wind as well as the soft whispers it rendered to my ears, watching as the leaves danced to its tune and as the birds perched from a branch to another, singing their beautiful choruses.I was also supposed to sit here and watch the gentle noon sun just when it decided to reveal its glow after four full days of teeming rain, but here I was trying my best to get something out of this freaking mating chapter before me. Phyllis had literally ruined everything I had mapped out for the day when she walked right into the Balcony and jammed the book to my face once again.My eyes now glared at the slowly stirring, abandoned Chamomile tea on a side stool before I reached for t
Flynn exhaled the breath he did not know he was holding before glaring at the faces of the Firnes and walking past them into the hall. Candelabras hung against the walls, their candles burning away its flame and brightening the cosmic space. Flynn could see that a narrow path was flanked by a quite vast pool of clear waters, the candle flames glimmering on it.He whipped his head around the environment in a bid to search for who had spoken earlier but it rather seemed that he was the only one in the hall before a flash of white light suddenly appeared in front of him that he had to shield his hands over his head to protect his eyes from the light’s intensity.He heard the soft thudding of feet echo when the light began to fade, dropping to a light ball in a woman’s palm. The latter walked forward with a pink, chiffon fabric draped over her shoulders and barely covering her bare breast, cascading all the way down to her lower unco
I watched the King hurry toward Father instead and pull the Latter’s stiff body up, his hands trembling with what I noticed to be fear. “I will take you back to Coral shore, Gastro.”“No,” Father objected. “I need my wife and please take Lucerne away instead; he seems so scarified by the whole occurrence.” The Vampire King looked down to see Lucerne, who was probably at the age of five or six, stuck to Father’s left leg. The man’s eyes then wandered to Father’s bleeding wound before he leaned down to smell it. His eyes bulged and fright whipped across me.“Demons bane…” he muttered breathlessly, terror vivid in the tone of his voice. He seemed to fear for Father as much as I did now, knowing that an impending death was the inevitable fate of the latter. I recalled the time Father had passed away, when he made mention that he was one poisoned with the b
I wrecked my hands into my hair when it seemed like the image was going away, but then darkness reigned over me too quickly as a clangor sound resonated in my skull. I heard a loud incantation, precisely from a voice I could quickly recognize, before the next image lashed in. This time, it was this room. Alpha Gar lay still on the four-poster bed, looking like he was sleeping, as his breathing heaved steadily.I shrieked when I heard the noise of tearing flesh and screaming men along with resounding thudding outside the door before it blasted into pieces, dust clustering in the spot and a mingling metallic smell of sandalwood and bleach filling the room. A green-robed man walked in, his huge muscles ripping as he advanced toward the bed. He was tall, but not as I was.His dark hair was dressed in a pompadour hai
WAYNEDaylight was pretty sucked away too quickly when I lifted my hands above my head and stretched my knocking bones, my body aching so badly, feeling like it ripped through my flesh as I brought them down. I glanced at the spot where Flynn once sat. He was gone a long time ago. Was it a few hours into noon? Certainly, he was not the type to endure a long day of studies like I did.“Can I retire now? I can feel the comfort of my bed calling to me,” I muttered with a yawn as I averted my gaze to Phyllis. She remained seated across me, watching keenly to make sure I never missed any word in the book. I guess that was how unoccupied she was. The witch nodded and reached for the book, her eyes squinting the moment they met with the sepia yellow pages.She gestured for me to stand but before I could obey, the Library door opened and a balmy-looking Lady walked in. She was a servant, I could tell, judging from