A FEW WEEKS AGO IN AERITH, BEFORE THE GRAND BALL “Come on, follow me.” The four of us fitted ourselves in a steep and narrow path toward wherever it is Thaddaeus is taking us. Minutes ago, I was just enjoying the peace of the night on the balcony when he dragged me, along with Giovanni and Everleigh to go somewhere amazing. His words, not mine. “Just tell me, Thaddaeus,” I asked impatiently while I let him drag me quietly out of the Octavian Palace. Obviously, they wouldn't let us wander around Aerith again by ourselves after that encounter with the filthy vampires in the forest. “Ssh, Luna. The palace guards will hear you.” ”Forget it. I'm not coming if you're not going to tell me where you're taking me.” I took back my hands from his hold and crossed them to my chest. He keeps insisting on not telling because he wants it to be a little surprise. The last time we got to hang out was a disaster, and I have to be the bigger person among us. This guy does not know how much I am tr
"If you want to wish for something, say it out loud while on the verge of a cliff." His voice was like a touch of mellow music to my ears. The view is as beautiful as ever, but I wish l I can just stare at his face instead. A perfect image I will forever hold in my memory. "Is that the reason why you brought me here?" He's near. And we are looking at the same view. I realized that is more than enough. "Words are powerful... but wishes are magical." I smiled and I wished he knows how much I admire his mind. Where do I stand in that vast faculty of your thoughts? Can I ask for just a little place in your memory, instead? "I wish I can stop time." As if on cue, the wind blows gently on our faces. The trees swayed and the glazing sun hid behind the clouds. I closed my eyes and let my mind be blank... be of peace. "Why?" Giovanni. We are still here, enjoying the view from the cliff. His grip circled on me from behind, and me leaning on him. I have always been the kind of someone
Where and when does it exactly start? "They can not be trusted." Is it the moment when Arturo and Dominic told me? "Luna, they can not be trusted." Or when Everleigh did? All my life, in all the dark phases and light, I am surrounded by this family, by these very friends. And to think that I have been sheltered with lies for all that time is one of my greatest driving forces in making this happen. One thing is for sure, I have had enough. If running away from them would lead me towards everything that I want to know, then it would make every regret worth it. I only have myself now. And I have to trust no one. I woke up with a very bad disposition. That dream... was so weird. Or if it was really a dream to start with? There was no single image and I can only hear voices. And it all came from me. From my mind. It's as if hearing my mind talk. "You are finally awake." That voice was enough to completely wake my senses up. It sounded exactly like the voices in my dreams but I
“ARE YOU sure you want to do it alone?”Amadeo’s voice echoed from behind. I sighed quietly and grimaced. This is going to be a long conversation.This got to be one of the most quiet I have ever seen Oakcross. You can hear even the slightest sound crickets make. The wind whispers so silently as if it does not want to wake anyone. There is no single star in the skies, and the moon shines brightest above all.Which I found hilarious and odd at the same time. What is about to happen tonight is far from being peaceful.“I can handle myself, Amadeo.” I coldly answered as I continued combing my hair in front of the mirror. I purposely made my voice sound dismissive in the hope that he can already feel there is no changing my mind anymore and that he can stop. But to my surprise, he even leaned himself on the door jamb and crossed his arms as he continued staring at my reflection with a smirk on his lips. I rolled my eyes and shook my head in disbelief.“You should get ready by now, don’t yo
I WELCOMED the wind gushing toward my face as if it was a long-awaited guest and let it tickle the unfamiliar feeling of excitement and nostalgia inside of me. How long was it was since I last rode a wolf? Or being with a wolf, in general. I know it is weird for me to say I missed this but I will let myself free just this once. Free. That has always been the feeling of being with Nero back then. Whenever I am with him, I do not need to hide everything, and that there is no need to pretend. Being with Nero is freeing and fleeting. That is my inevitable truth. I made myself believe that I will only be going to meet him because I have no choice but to do so. Today, I realized that that is absurd. All along, I believed he has his reasons, and I am willing to listen to them. I raised my head when I felt Silvanna stop midway. For some reason, I found myself being alert and suspicious. “What? Why did you stop?” It must be because of my last night’s experience. I thought there is danger ag
What is a vampire’s life all about? One would usually think of blood and immortality, we’re just one supernatural being that consumes blood or flesh of the living, after all. To obtain youth and beauty. Power and aristocracy. As far as I remember, the moment consciousness laid on me, there is only one thing I felt. Coldness. All over my body, from the insides to the outside. It was cold beyond words. The kind of cold that will hold your body still, you are not able to move freely. And it was dark. Very dark and lonely. As I look at Nero, it became clearer to me. When I met him, the affection I never thought I needed was given to me. It was a big mistake, from the start but it feels so right. Nero feels so right. He is warmth. The warmth in the coldness I never thought I needed. “How have you been?” Nero looked at me with the same longing in his eyes and a faint smile. Silvanna is still nowhere to be found and I am not sure if she already knows he’s here. I did not know exactl
"CALM DOWN. They will get here in no time.” My feet stopped from pacing back and forth and looked at Amadeo, who is now sitting prettily by an old piece of wood, hitting a tobacco. I scoffed at him. “How are you so sure? Didn’t you see…” I gulped, “…what just happened to their home?” He puffed a cloud of smoke and calmly answered. “It was not your fault.” “How is that not my fault?” I scoffed in disbelief for the second time. I can’t help but to feel nervous. Nero’s reaction a while ago was the reaction I kind of expected already, and yet it is still nerve-wracking. What if they just left me alone here? What if… he does not want to see me again because of what happened? I looked over at Amadeo and glared. He clearly does not understand. This is the doing of Prometheus Valentin in an attempt to find me. Why he knows where I am planning to go exactly is genuinely freaking me out. There is just no way… he is that powerful. “And one more important thing,” I massaged my temple as I le
“WHAT DID I tell you about trying not to kill each other while I’m gone?” Broken tables, disabled chairs, cracks on the wall, and shattered pieces of glass all over the room. Amadeus’ voice echoed in the place as I felt him scan his place in total shambles. “Why don’t you ask your little servant here what has gone to his mind and attack his master’s visitor all of a sudden?” I roughly wiped the blood currently dripping on my nose as I glared at Apollo who was glaring at me with the same intensity. I think all of the bones in his body just cracked as he harshly bent his neck while looking at me. I smirked. Oh, I had fun dislocating all of those a while ago. We’re a mess. Amadeus was gone for like, just half an hour and we still managed to make a total chaos. Both of us are full of scratches from head to toe, bloody nose, disheveled hair, and at least one broken arm. Well, I was lying in the part when I say he attacked me all of a sudden when really I was the one who provoked hi
Then suddenly, a series of spine-chilling roars echoed through the hall. It was still very dark, adding tension to everything that was happening. Nero and the others were not the only ones here. Packs and packs of wolves came and from the looks of it, they came to infiltrate the event. If this is not a declaration of war, then I don't know what it is. Prometheus' rage was palpable, his eyes burning with a dangerous intensity. I backed away, my heart pounding in my chest. The wolves, once a symbol of protection, now seemed like a menacing force, their eyes glowing with an unnatural light.Giovanni stood tall, his face a mask of determination. He moved with a grace that belied his strength, his eyes never leaving Prometheus. The tension in the air was thick, and heavy with the promise of violence.Suddenly, the wolves lunged. Solaris, the alpha, led the charge, his body a blur of motion. Prometheus raised his arms, his body taut with anticipation. A clash of bodies and a symphony of g
"Don't ask questions," Giovanni hissed, his voice barely audible over the orchestrated chaos. Terror seized my throat. His lips moved silently, a silent plea for trust. "In my signal, run." He slowly instructed as he placed a ring on my finger. The cold metal felt like a shackle, making my fingers trembled. I wanted to open my mouth, but the watchful eyes of Prometheus made it impossible to do so. "Run east. As fast as you can, Luna," he instructed, his voice low and urgent.Then he looked straight into my eyes. His eyes mirrored the steely glint of my gaze. Time seemed to slow down with those seconds of stare. But it took me back in an instant when he spoke. "I'll meet you at the Scopulus," he added with finality. Not allowing me to respond to anything."Giovanni—"Before I could even move a muscle. A piercing howl shattered through the solemnity of it all. The once-festive hall was plunged into darkness as the candles were extinguished. The howling grew louder, closer, more prima
“It was so unfortunate what happened to your friends…” He knows. The words hung in the air, heavy with malice. A cold dread seeped into my bones. How could I have been so blind? He knew. He knew everything. Prometheus’ whispers were like of a snake. “One of them… dead.” The slow walk to the center felt like a dance of death. And I was dancing with the death himself. And like a slave to its master, my body followed his rhythm. In the middle of the ceremony and in the eyes of all, I felt like a hostage. What is chilling is that it seemed that no soul was suspicious of the tension between Prometheus and me. “And the other one… trying its best to escape death. He is now… currently crawling his body with the other one’s body. Oh, how sweet.” My widened eyes stayed locked at the front. A wave of nausea washed over me as I imagined the scene. He is talking about Everleigh and Thaddaeus who were both left in my room. Shivers sent down my spine upon realizing he was seeing everyth
Everything happened so fast. One moment, Everleigh was a blur of motion, fighting for her life. The next, she was still, a crimson stain blooming on the pristine white carpet. The world seemed to slow down, focusing on the horrifying image of my friend, lifeless. I couldn’t move. My mind refused to comprehend the brutality of it all. I could not even move my mouth to speak her name out loud. Or walk towards her to help her… even though I know it's too late. “This must have shocked you, Luna,” Arturo's voice cut through the silence, his tone laced with cruel satisfaction. His playful facade had vanished, replaced by a predatory glint in his eyes. “But the show is just starting.” “E-Everleigh…” I did not mind what he was saying. My widened gaze stayed at Everleigh’s dead body. Tears, silent and endless, streamed down my face. I felt as if I were drowning in a sea of despair, my mind a chaotic whirlpool. Dominic, now free from my attack, pulled me to my feet. My body obeyed, but m
I accepted a long time ago that in this lifetime, and in this realm, love between you and I could not possibly happen. It was the day of the wedding day. “Luna, you have to come with me.” Lost, I looked at her dumbfounded. The weight of her words slammed into me, chilling me despite the clothing I had. “You have to get out of here. Now.” I did not even get the chance to speak when she gripped my hand. She looked alert, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. This is probably the first time I have seen Everleigh lose her composure. She looked at the large window, and even though she didn’t say it. I know what she is thinking. “Everl—” “Luna, this wedding can not happen!” My mouth went agape. “What… What are you saying…” A pang hit my chest. If anything, Everleigh would be the happiest for Giovanni and me to get married. For her to say that, it finally hit me that there was something wrong going on. “Tell me what is happening.” My voice was a mere whisper. Her gaze met mine,
If there is another world where I am me, and you are you, I wish things happened differently for them. I accepted a long time ago that in this lifetime, and in this realm, love between you and I could not possibly happen. We… were meant to be enemies. “So long, amor meus.” (my love) A rhythm of hate and vengeance clouded my voice. Before me stood Giovanni, the man who had stolen my heart and shattered my world. Once etched with love and longing, his face now held an impassive mask. Like a challenge… a silent dare. “Don’t be like that. Didn’t you miss me?” The way he is looking at me, it is as if he will not fight back with the clear sarcasm and hatred I am showing him. I lunged, my movements a blur of fury. My nails, sharp and deadly, aimed for his throat, but he was faster. With a flick of his wrist, he deflected my attack, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt a surge of frustration. He wasn't fighting back. It was as if he was just letting me, indulging my rage.“Fight. back.”
“ARE YOU sure you want to do this alone?”Amadeo’s voice echoed from behind. I sighed quietly and grimaced. This is going to be a long conversation.This got to be one of the most quiet I have ever seen Oakcross. You can hear even the slightest sound crickets make. The wind whispers so silently as if it does not want to wake anyone. There is no single star in the skies, and the moon shines brightest above all.Which I found hilarious and odd at the same time. What is about to happen tonight is far from being peaceful.“I can handle myself, Amadeo.” I coldly answered as I continued combing my hair in front of the mirror. I purposely made my voice sound dismissive in the hope that he could already feel there was no changing my mind anymore and that he could stop. But to my surprise, he even leaned himself on the door jamb and crossed his arms as he continued staring at my reflection with a smirk on his lips. I rolled my eyes and shook my head in disbelief.“You should get ready by now, d
“Luna…” I felt Deva’s grip once again in my arms. I squeezed my eyelids shut, the familiar mantra from meditation thrumming in my head. Calm down, Luna. Control every thought. This exact situation is the reason why I go through meditation trainings... for moments like these. I couldn’t afford to lose control… again. Taking a shuddering breath, I shoved the demons threatening to consume me down deep where they couldn’t find me. I faced Deva. Her face etched with worry calmed me even more. “I must go there, Deva.” I rasped, my voice thick with desperation. “The light, the explosion… it was him. He was after me, and now he’s after the others.” She looked at me with a certain coldness in her eyes. Like nothing I say right now would mean anything to her. Deva may be soft, but like the other Elders, she possesses undeniable authority in her aura. Her gaze enough makes you convinced that her words are the law. And you have no choice but to obey. “Your safety… is top priority.” There
It was Nero. Not wasting any second, Artem and I rushed to the barn where Nero was heading. He was already talking to Deva, worry and confusion evident on her face. “Nero,” Artem called.Nero spun around, he looked shocked to see him. “Artem,” and me. “Luna…” His usually slicked-back hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat, and a certain paleness in his whole face made me shudder. Not until a flicker of something flashed in Nero’s face like he was hiding the fear I just saw from him a while ago. “Why were you such in a hurry, son?” Deva and Nero exchanged suspicious glances. Like they were transmitting secret messages through their gazes. Before Deva could even speak, Nero took steps forward and materialized in front of us. “Luna, I need to talk to Deva and Artem about an important matter.” No one spoke but I felt Deva’s defiance. My brows furrowed in both confusion and growing impatience. “What is something so important I am not supposed to know?” Nero avoided my hea