All Chapters of The Rejected Quisling: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Narrator's POV                     It was past midnight. The surroundings was tranquil and chilly.                 Amante can be seen walking out from the old wooden shaft where the human couple resides.                It’s not very strange though. He had several fleeting stops here which mostly were during the darkest hours of the night.                He was wearing a strange expression on his face when he pranced his way out of Detective Andrew's humble house. He seems to be in trouble with something else.                Mikaela was by the door, keeping an

Narrator’s POV       Inside a stylishly luxurious modern office, Detective Andrews was staring back at the man in front of him. The Apostheosis desk between them was empty except for the Luxxu Pharo 1 table lamp that stood splendidly at the right side of the slab. Its layered artificial lighting illuminates a much elegant atmosphere to the room which was an embarrassment to the natural brightness of the sun. From his seat, the sophisticated Charla office chair was bestowing Sir John Dave Lausanne an aristocratic aura. His unbounded wealth and influence not only in Leverland but across the globe had made a name for himself. He was known as the founder of the famed Oracle Properties Development Corporation, the leading residential real-estate developer all over the world. In Leverland alone, this posh room was located at the penthouse on the one-hundredth f

Amante POV Werewolves against humans. This would be my second chance to witness the destructive clash between our races. But this time, the outcome would be different. I’ll make sure of that! I am not the weak child anymore who cowered in a safe dwelling while his family and friends were being murdered mercilessly. My years of pent-up anger and thirst for revenge had me ignited the power in me. Amaltheo’s roused as well. We are together at this crucial time. I can feel the exceptional strength embodied in my entire existence. I am in for a killing spree tonight. The hellacious-red silhouette of the night comes from the glimmering Trifecta moon above, a distant witness of the theater of death on the battlefield burnished with entrails, and the bitter, mordant smell of corpses emanated from it. The sodden earth became oily with ichor as a swarm of our opponents pummeled by a horde of beasts. Serried ra

Amante POV The emerging early morning sunlight on the horizon gradually removed the dark cloak of the night. Its generous brightness hugged the glimmering snowflakes that showers from the sky. I slowly get up from my crouching stance. It’s weird to feel weak and vulnerable, and somehow, I knew it’s because of wolfbane. I am not invincible, after all! My packmates, roughly about ten thousand of warriors who had survived the night because of me, huddled around with curious expressions on their faces. “They were beyond belief when they found out you survived the blast.”, says Amaltheo as I shake my body to get rid of the powdered wolfbane left on my furs. The werewolves around jerked away to avoid being touched by the poisonous talc. I smirked at their cowardly behavior. “Beta Maziar! How’s the search for my mate?”, I mentally asked as I trudge my way further from the hole. It’s giving me the creeps. Beta Maziar did not resp

Amante POV  I have done my best in everything I did. I was simply working out on my dreams. Was it wrong to aim for the best for oneself? I believe everybody has their own set of goals in life. The only difference I have was that I set it all up, plan it over and over, then make it come true. I see nothing wrong with that. Betrayal, murder, those were inevitable. Sacrifices must be made, somehow.I don’t know how long I have been convincing myself that I was the victim here. That it was Amaltheo and Allyssa who had wronged me. How dare they abandon me?I have watched my packmates leave, turning their back on their Alpha King. I’d punish them when I woke up.Yes. I think I’m still dreaming. I’m safe and sound asleep in my warm bed, having the most horrible nightmare I could ever have. Of course, this couldn’t be happening in real life. I’m the