A feeling of fear coursed through me and sent chills down to my spine... Something about this woman before me instilled in me a fear I could not comprehend, and those eyes of hers… I am not mistaken; I saw her vale orbs shortly flash silver before she turned around to face the window. ͞ WAYNE’S POV “Lu-lucerne?” I called with a croaky voice; it barely even came out in a whisper. I wanted to run to my brother's side, hold his hands and call for him to wake up, but I could not even move; I was too shocked to do so. What happened to Lucerne? I swore he was just fine when I saw him at the announcement. Even if he looked sick, at least not close to this. My legs moved slowly to stand beside his bed, my eyes squinting to stare at his face. What happened, was it the witch, what did she do? I did not know how to react, but I crouched to take a closer look at my brother. He did not seem to be affected by the demons-bane poison because his skin looked jus
We had finally arrived at the woods and I must say that there was something off about it. I mean, what was with the numerous vultures, why the fog, why the utter silence? I could not even hear a Bird’s song or a tiny Cricket sound. Everything about the woods was just too creepy… ͞ ANASTASIA’S POV I never knew my Lord was not in his room until Sage sent me to call on him when the Master could not wake up. I had knocked several times on his door and got no response, then walked in on my own due to the urgency of the matter. However, I found the room empty; he did not even make use of the bath I had earlier prepared for him. I could not recall anywhere he was likely to be that I had not checked so far because I had gone to the seashore, searched the woods, and searched the Master’s garden, yet he was not there. I even checked the Throne-room and the temple, but he was not. I only realized that my Lord was nowhere around the
I noticed that she had said more than she usually did and it was not just to tell me what I did not know. I realized she was technically giving me a clue to whom she worked for, so I do not mess around. ͞ WAYNE’S POV I stopped on my track at Phyllis’ words, was she throwing me to the wolves or what? “They are so, and you want me to stay with them for the night, what if they come at me when you are not looking?” I asked and the thought alone sent chills down my spine. Phyllis stopped and turned to face me. “Are you not man enough to protect yourself? I see you can make use of your mouth more than you do your wasteful muscles,” she snapped, the whip in her hand vanishing as she turned and continued walking. I did not know why, but her insult got to me more than Damien’s usually did. Maybe it was the fact that it was a female telling it to me, or the fact that it was a stranger. Whichever reason it was, I just f
I could not read the mind; I could not tell precisely what Phyllis thought. Nevertheless, I could tell she was staring at the towel, maybe even deeper. I followed her gaze only to realize that I was earlier wrong, now my brows subconsciously jerked when I realized what she stared. ͞ WAYNE’S POV I felt the splash of cold water on my face and I jolted awake. My eyes fluttered open, trying to take in the blurred view before me. “It is morning, wake up,” I heard Phyllis say and I realized she was the one who lingered before my face. I sat up, scratching the back of my head as I recalled falling asleep last night after Phyllis totally ignored my question and retired to sleep herself. I swiped down the water from my face and got up on my frail feet. Phyllis huffed and walked ahead of me, leaving me behind. I ignored her and rather dusted my clothes just as a groan left my lips, every part of my body hurt; my neck, my limbs, eve
I subconsciously moved back, not aware as I bumped my behind into what felt like a wall, only that now it no longer seemed so to be as a strong hand tugged at my arm and pulled me out of the shop to where I knew not of. ͞ WAYNE’S POV Her expression was indifferent, but I would not have known that she was intrigued by the quite big, pierced drawing of a Manticore at the side of my belly if I did not notice the short twitch of her lip. You see, I was one of the types who had a huge spot for Dragons since I was a boy and despite growing up, things remained the same. Only that I was now more obsessed with this Lion-dragon creature called the Manticore. Her countenance suddenly aired tranquility as she looked up at me with a smile crossing her lips. “Next time, you should ask for a pair of new clothes before running into the bathroom,” She pronounced, leaning her spear against the wall and tugging me out of the bathroom. She got in and loc
Despite being surprised at the verity that I was going to have a new maiden just when I thought Phyllis would take me to some part of the tower for hard work, I was more surprised that I seemed to have perceived my scent on this woman. Her scent too was familiar to me, making me feel I had met her somewhere. ͞ WAYNE’S POV Everything happened so fast and left nothing to my imagination; initially from the strong hand grabbing me, to everything around turning blurred, then to my back hitting painfully against a real wall. I groaned as I fell to a squatting position, trying to recover from the sudden speed with which the unknown carried me. I slowly looked up, surprised to see Phyllis standing before me, her eyes glaring down at me with fierce demeanor. I groaned, “What was that for?” “You obviously do not know how things go on here, do you? How could you just stand before a crowd of wolves and witches, looking sheepishly aro
I felt a swoon, and it was worse when her fingers slithered its way down to sensationally rub on my chest. My eyes narrowed, feeling the chills that coursed through my body… letting it flush to my parted lips as her moving hand reached for the rim of my pants and pulled at it. I winced just as I felt a strong hand on my right shoulder…calm but steely voice came behind me. ͞ ELSPETH’S POV “I am a wolf, my Lord,” I replied with naivety evident in my voice, though I had already reckoned what led to this query. I could not help but look up at my new Master, his eyes remained upon me; he never looked away. Instead, as I locked gazes with him, his became intense, his head titling crosswise as he undoubtedly accessed my facial features. I could not help myself as I looked from his deep-set narrowed eyes, to the way his thin-lined lips steadily pulled to a lopsided leer. His features were so virile, especially his resilient jawline and the fresh
Think of it yourself; is it possible for a male Demon to father a Wolf, or for a male Wolf to father a Demon?” Deveron asked, leaving me totally lost for words. ͞ WAYNE’S POV The older woman tilted her head to stare at me for a moment and then turned around, gesturing to follow her. I hesitated even after she left me and kept walking toward the opposite direction of my chamber. I turned to Fiona, only to realize she still had her eyes on me despite the kisses her partner showered on her neck. It was then that I even got to note that all the Ladies in the hall almost had the same heights, and their beauty was extraordinary. “Wolf?” I heard the older woman call and I tore my gaze from Fiona, turning to the woman who now urged me, again, with a gesture to follow her. I obeyed in a disinclined manner. She led me towards a path that took us to the staircase; and after we had slowly ascended a few stairs, we arrived
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