All Chapters of Destined By The Goddess: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

It does not hurt anymore. It was the girl's first thought. Only then came the slow realization that she seemed to be alive. Then fragmentary pictures of recent events flashed in my memories: bloody bodies, an attack by the undead, a wound... Markats!She opened her eyes abruptly and almost jumped. At that very moment, my stomach was deeply cut with pain, my breath caught, and the bright light blinded me. There were tears in my eyes. Almost immediately, someone's persistent and strong hands pressed on his shoulders, forcing him to lie back down.The girl tried to catch her breath, not making any more attempts to move. A voice next to him cursed in displeasure. The picture before her eyes gradually gained clarity, and the girl saw a small room, a wide gap in the fireplace opposite, the soft light from which at first seemed so bright. Then she froze, barely breathing - a tall, broad-shouldered man was standing very close, thick reddish-brown hair was gathered in a ponytail at the back of

Toward evening, Arleta came to the princess. The girl's hair was carefully braided and gathered into a tight bun. In the hands - a voluminous basket, covered with a white cloth. Deja sat up in bed, trying to control her emotions. Her heart pounding like crazy, she swallowed, sat up straighter in the bed. She asked almost in a whisper:-The time has come?Arleta nodded. She went up to the princess, put down the basket and pulled out a long light shirt from it. Deamara slowly lowered her bare feet to the stone floor. They were immediately scorched by the cold. Deja suddenly realized that she was so worried that she was not sure if she was able to stand up on her own. Arleta looked at her carefully, seeming to understand everything:-Do not be afraid. You have about two more hours to prepare. Now we'll just go down to the baths.- In the baths? –princess felt as a bit lets go tension. She stood up, feeling her stomach clench in fear. She took the shirt, Arleta helped put it on. The thin

Deya grimaced in displeasure, for some reason her nose and forehead were itching. The girl opened her eyes and found two red shadows above her, felt her head with her hand, stumbled upon someone's ... skull ?! With a yelp, she jumped out of bed very quickly, managing by some miracle to wrap herself in one of the soft skins. Some beads, feathers and leaves fell down. The werewolves on the bed froze with long faces, and the girl tried to feel herself and understand what was happening in general. Bery grinned impudently, holding a clay bowl with paint and a brush in his hands. Deamara looked at Aznar, but she did not find sympathy there either - the man could hardly restrain himself from laughing:"Deya, honey... just don't panic," he said softly, raising his hands in a reassuring gesture.-What's happening? the girl exhaled nervously, wrapping herself more tightly in the skin and noticing some strange red and blue stripes on her arms. - What's that?The princess turned around in search

Early in the morning, still at dusk, Aznar gently stroked the girl on the cheek. Deja did not immediately realize that this was not a dream. "I'll miss you," the man whispered and kissed her on the ear. Then Deya dozed off again and did not hear him leave.Then I woke up when it was light. Because it's cold. Beria slept next to him, on his back, arms outstretched. His chest heaved steadily.The girl froze, afraid to wake him up, although the dream was strong. She took a moment to look at the man closely, without blushing or taking her eyes off his jokes.Her red hair fell loosely over the white pillow. The werewolf had very beautiful features, especially now, while relaxed. A straight nose, strong-willed chin, long curled eyelashes that also shine with copper. Deya even found a couple of freckles on her cheeks. Clear cheekbones, sensual lips. Tattoos on the chest and shoulders, slightly convex, similar to the ligature of ancient runes.Deamara propped herself up on her elbows, loomin

Emberg (capital of the Markats)Councilor Kertan was angry. It was felt in every movement of the elderly man. The way he walked abruptly, adjusting his collar every now and then, the way he looked at the servants who were in a hurry to evaporate out of his way. The adviser was rarely out of sorts, but if he was angry, heads could roll. Therefore, anyone who knew him well would hasten to lie low for a while.He was just seeing off the Sovereign, assuring that the capital was under his personal protection, when the servant gave him a report. And now Kertan could hardly control himself.Own daughter, stupid and reckless, planted a pig. And to deal with this to him, Kertan. And, God forbid, stay alive.-Lara! the adviser yelled as he approached his daughter's room and jerked open the door.A tall, statuesque girl sat by the mirror, braiding her thick copper hair. Her dress was of luxurious brocade with silver embroidery, and a necklace of opals shimmered around her neck. Beautiful green e