Lahat ng Kabanata ng Return of the Luna Queen: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Four months later…. Rosalie I stood in front of the dreary looking building, which towered above me. The weather had turned artic in the recent days. Snow swirled around in the air about me. Clinging to my travel cloak and in my hair. The air blasted the frozen droplets about, covering all signs of life. I couldn’t even follow the path set out my travelling companion merely feet in front of me. The snow covered the footprints as quickly as they were made. It had not been easy making my way up the steep incline to my end destination. My protruding stomach had become a reminder of the countdown that had begun many moons ago. Yet here I was. Hoping, with everything left within me, that it would lead to much needed answers. Answers were what I needed more than anything. More than four months had passed since Alexander had gone east. News from the front had been as quiet from him, as it had been from Estelle. But after my eighth letter to the Luna of the Lleuad Blaidd pack, she

Rosalie One of the hooded figures stepped forwards, throwing her hood back over her head. “What do you know of the demon of darkness?” She demands. I take a small step back in surprise at the creature that was hidden beneath the shadows of the cloak. I was almost certain that the figure was at least human. But she was so altered that she no longer looked human at all. Her eyes were blood red, the iris transformed into slits like two slashes into an abyss. Across her too pale skin, were swirling black lines swooping into the form of ancient ruins that seemed to move under the opaque surface, moving and changing form like they were living things all in their own right. They covered her hairless head and disappeared beneath the fabric of her garment. I could only imagine that they were littered around the rest of her body as well. I gulped my surprise back, attempting to keep my steely expression mutual as I gaze upon the woman. “I am Rosalie Black, daughter in law of Melinda Walke

Rosalie The doorknob gave way, creaking with disuse. Just when I thought I had hit success, the door refused to swing open. “Do you really think it would be that easy, White Wolf?” A voice spoke from behind me. Dropping the brass handle, I spin around on my heels coming face to face with the shrouded figure of one of the priestess’, my heart reaching the top of my throat in surprise. The Grand Priestess, or at least I presumed that is who was stood there. It was the same other-worldly voice as the one I spoke to outside of the tower. The same monotone, that seem to echo through the space around you and talk to you from a faraway place. “I had to try.” I gulped back my surprise. “I would have been more surprised if you had not have tried.” She confessed, understanding clawing through her words. But that didn’t help the unease that I felt around these wiccans. “This place is built on pure magic. You cannot fool it so easily.” She made no mention of my stupidity, or even try to at

Alexander “Goddess be damned!” I holler, the stacks of papers, missives and map of the coastline scattering across the floor with one swoop of my arm. “He is certainly playing the long game.” Arthur commented in agreement. My outburst not fazing him in the slightest. He had grown used to my mannerism by now. We had been friends since childhood. Neither of us ever thinking that the burden of running a kingdom and looking after the people within it would ever fall on our shoulders. “I like to think he is running scared.” I growl between my teeth in response. It had been four months since we had arrived in East Anglia. I must admit, as war hardened as I was, even to my eyes the sight off of the east coast was enough to terrify even me. You couldn’t see the horizon through the amounting fleet that had gathered. And if it were not for the magical mask that had been used to shield their presence from the lesser creatures living on this earth, every person, whether man or beast, would h

Rosalie The wind ripped through my hair, pulling it from its formerly neat chignon, the long strands whipping my face as I the gale changes its course from one side to the next. The current weather was a reflection of the mood we all felt. After I broke the news of what I intended to do, the airy library soon began to feel like a prison. The four walls beginning to cave in around me. It didn’t matter how beautiful it was. I just wanted to escape. I needed air, and the familiarity of my own home. I needed Alexander. This was as close as I could get. Standing on top of an open hill, looking out across the fields, with the wind billowing around me. There was no Castle Black, no little creak in the distance welcoming me home. No flowery cottage, or even the screams of my happy children. But it was the country side, and it would have to do. The weather was growing worse with each minute that passed by, and from these great heights, looking out towards the west, black storm clouds w