Chapter: 50 ****** TALON: As I entered my room, the familiar scent enveloped me like a warm embrace. The walls, adorned with memories, seemed to whisper stories of my past. My small, modest space—one I had called home since I was fifteen. I was a boy, uncertain and lost, but now I stood as a man, carrying the weight of decisions and responsibilities. Yet, as I looked around, I couldn't shake the feeling that, despite the years that had passed, nothing had truly changed. The bed, unmade and slightly sagging in the middle, still bore the same faded blue quilt that Zara had gifted me on my nineteenth birthday. The walls, once vibrant with posters of heroes and fantasies, now felt muted, as if they too had aged alongside me. I took a deep breath, letting the nostalgia wash over me, but with it came a pang of sadness—a reminder that I was about to leave this sanctuary behind. With a heavy heart, I walked to the closet and pulled open the door. Inside, my modest collection of clothes
I died... then I died again.A circle cursed and a lifetime cast into hell even before it had begun. That is the only way to describe how I came to be here. It’s almost enough to make me wish for death, the eternal suffering that my life was now reduced to.It was not the first time my soul had been torn apart and reassembled like this, although I do believe it was the last. I could feel the bones grinding and breaking under me as they were reshaped, my flesh searing and blistering around the wound that had caused this excruciating pain.The pain of losing my Chosen was so sharp I could have wept at it, but I didn’t... No, I couldn't. Years of torment have stolen from me the ability to show my weakness through tears.My mate's life had been stolen by me. The least I could give him was my strength. So that he would be able to endure and survive whatever happened next.*******"You quiver even from a little touch, my Vale," I muttered with battered breath, hanging onto restraint as I fo
Chapter: 1******ALTAIR:Altair sat at his favorite spot by the little pond, feeding the fishes gathered around his feet. They nipped on the bread, tickling him and eliciting laughter. He cherished these tiny companions, finding solace in their company when his parents were absent after his school days. While he longed for his parents, he understood the demands of their work. His eighth birthday was approaching, and he anticipated it eagerly. Turning eight meant training with the older children, a prospect that excited him. He yearned to build his strength to confront the boys who often taunted him. Running out of bread, he gazed at his swimming friends with a smile. "You've finished it all. Now, I must attend to my homework!" he exclaimed to the fishes, rising from his seated position by the pond. After brushing off his pants, he hurried through the garden towards the manor as the evening descended, mindful of completing his tasks before dinner. "Altair!" Bryn's voice calle
Chapter: 2******TALON: Nine. At the age of nine, I ran out of the blood that sustained me. For a year, I struggled silently, unwilling to reveal how deeply it affected me. I tried to maintain a semblance of normalcy without it, but my efforts only led to restlessness, unconsciousness, and sleepless nights. The cold crept in, the bed felt foreign. Who could I confide in? Who would listen to the plea of a vampire boy thrust into a family where he never belonged? The memory of that fateful day still haunts me. How could I have mercilessly attacked Dirk? I couldn't explain the overwhelming impulse that drove me. The desire to connect with what he possessed consumed me. Did that make me insane? Powerless? A maniac, perhaps. I endured the consequences, tormenting myself night after night. I yearned to reverse time, but it was an irreversible deed. I had to bear the burden for the rest of my days. I had committed a shameful act, sowing seeds of hatred in the hearts of those who
Chapter: 3******ALTAIR:Dirk cradled his son in his arms, sprinting back to the Pack, the distant howls of his mates fading into the background. His mind was ablaze with fury, his son's body hanging limply as if he had transformed into mere paper within his grasp. Doubts gnawed at him — had he erred by casting Talon into the sea? Could this impulsive act have dire consequences for his son's well-being? If Altair was truly the Spirit Wolf responsible for marking Talon, did this mean that hurling Talon into the unforgiving depths would irrevocably impact the life of his only child? As he laid the boy on the bed, Caleb and Phoenix swiftly attended to him. While running, Dirk had summoned them, relieved to find them awaiting his arrival upon reaching the Pack. It wasn't Dirk's call that initially alerted them to the crisis, but rather little Bryn's confession to Phoenix. "I untied the strings on Talon's bedroom door," the tearful girl murmured, her distress evident. "I'm so sor
Chapter: 4*******TALON:As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the ocean, the waves crashed against the rocky shore with a rhythmic and soothing sound. The salty breeze carried the scent of the sea, mingling with the distant chirping of seagulls soaring overhead. Amidst this symphony of nature, I floated in the water, surrounded by an aura of stillness and calm. The water lapped gently at my body, the last remnants of life slowly slipping away. The world seemed to hush in reverence as if holding its breath in anticipation of what was to come… eager to receive my last breath. A sense of sadness and foreboding enveloped me, the world seems almost to have lost all color. It felt so empty... so cold. And so lonely... There was something missing inside me, something that once called itself the only thing keeping me alive but now... Now gone. I could feel it, like a dull ache, deep within my bones, like a hollow hole that I could never fill up again. A feeli
Chapter: 5 ******* JOHN: We had been at sea for three days now, and concern gnawed at me for the vampire boy I had left wrapped in a tattered blanket beneath the cabin floor. The dead vampire's condition remained a mystery to me, and above all, I dreaded the possibility of his body starting to decay and emitting a foul odor. If my family discovered my deceit, the repercussions for my disobedience would be severe. My father, an authoritarian figure, brooked no disobedience, especially from his own son. Sighing heavily for what felt like the hundredth time, I reclined in my seat, allowing the cool breeze and water to soothe my flushed cheeks. I gazed out at the dark horizon, yearning for a swift return to land so I could give the deceased boy a proper burial. The boat lay still, everyone else asleep except for me, stationed by the wheel, struggling to suppress my thoughts. A fleeting notion crossed my mind. Should I risk sneaking to check on the dead boy hidden away? I shook
Chapter: 6 ***** TALON: Young Talon stood amid the ancient standing rocks, his small palm gliding smoothly along the stone edges. The moon, in the early stages of its full glow, cast its light upon the four stones surrounding the boy. The moonlight danced upon the peaks of the rocks, cascading down each one like a white veil being draped over them until they all shimmered in white brilliance before Talon's amazed gaze. His mouth agape, he observed the rocks' transformation under the moon's gentle radiance. His hand, which had paused against the rock, began to tremble slightly before resuming its movement. Talon traced his hand up and down the glowing rocks, touching each one in succession. After encircling the stones and touching them all, he returned to the center, sitting cross-legged with his eyes lifted to the beautiful moon, its light bathing him in recognition. The stars twinkled brightly above, and the tranquil forest whispered gentle breezes against his skin. Despite his