All Chapters of His Mate's Silent Cry: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

[ALL IN HELL HAS AN ENDING AND GRUESOME BEGINNINGS!]A darkened abyss was what Amethyst continuously found herself floating in. Great was the desperation and gloom that had embraced her enchanted soul— with hideous questions hoovering freely in her head.Finding a soul, or two, that were responsible for the demise of her 'lovely' mother was a mission she had set herself to. One could yet for-say that she has become manic over the ages. A day would not pass without her having to be overshadowed by the lurid nightmares—those containing the appearance of her mother when she was beheaded right in front of her. On a day recognised as the 3rd of November 1967, Amethyst sashayed beneath the teeming rain to accost a hooded silhouette that was looming back and forth the hushed street of Graham's Town. Trees nearby swayed in the wind and creaked as if they were talking to each other. Gnashing her teeth in visible merriment, Amethyst's features published a treacherous smile, whilst her eyes we

"Oh, Wendell!" A series of fists hit the big doors of the semi-detached house across the silenced street of Graham's Town. The busyness had dwindled as the people bombed the palace, celebrating their King. All the people, rich and poor, had a feast going on for days now. Amethyst had no interest in taking part, her mission was finally at some point accomplished. She had no nightmares in days now—being the greatest surprise for her. "Oh!" Wendell came into view with a smirk. "How are you doing dear!?" His acid, cold voice burst after he had let the enraged Amethyst in the house. "Don't you dear me! Sex spell? Really!?" Growling, Amethyst took off her hood and threw it on a black two-seater sofa. "What can I say? You were so slow in finishing what you wanted to achieve." Replied Wendell while he went over to his dining room table, to fetch himself red wine. "I had to lend you a hand, it seemed like you had forgotten that Mauve had given you work." Wendell continued to elucidate, pou

Amethyst's AdolphusAfter a long and weary tour, Amethyst has not yet grasped the information she was sent to discover. The day has been carried on to slouch and now the castle was flooded with more guests.Ford Model T's were seen squinting in with slowed motion. All of the guests were neatly customised as if they made a wager to look exceptionally glistening. Every man's woman wore the Victorian style and ensured to be the subject of the sumptuous night ahead. The urge to find the 'NORE' spell book kicked all the dignity Amethyst had."Humans are pathetic beings!" She laughed to herself whilst seated on a tree next to the big labyrinth, fifteen steps away from the garden. She was idly sipping on a Julep with less enthusiasm. After a brief pause, a black Ford Model T with a colour anomaly to the rest of the cars drove in. The driver was well-groomed and focused mainly on the details of driving in. On the back was a man who was wearing a black mask and two pairs of leathered gloves

[What Are You Called?]On a Thursday morning, Amethyst smiled as warmly as she could, whilst her glistening emerald eyes continued to peep slyly and observantly at the tall figure of Liam. He, who was slouching around the well-groomed garden with all the flowers— tulips, jasmines, lilies and orchids in bloom. A book was carefully opened on his right hand while the other was strictly forbidden to intervene and placed on his back. His black saddle oxfords throbbed on the leaves that were pattering on the gravel he shuffled upon— as if he scolded them to get out of his way. His raven, lustrous hair gleamed soon as 'that' ray of sunlight showered his unbothered figure. Having his grey eyes half opened, he slowly raised his eyebrows at the statue of king Howard. "Twit!" A hiss aired out his thick, peached lips. A sudden smile appeared on Amethyst's features. So warm and sunny, she ensured to showcase her white teeth. "What are you called?" Interrogating herself, her eyes continued to i

"Man and Beast Dwell Together In Weal And Woes"Amethyst's POV:My eyes squinted like a bag of nails hastily after I had stopped in front of "that" white coloured door. There, where a man covered with gloom dwells. A beast in human form, that is close to letting its forked tongue flick in and out— readying itself to throw its bane on my soul. I stood still with a heart skipping its beats every time I thought of knocking. My face lacked emotion soon as I began cringing at the oppressive thought of walking away. My hands shuddered greatly under the tray I was holding. I was aghast when I felt a wave of miscellaneous emotions crawling with glee in my nerves. It was actually for the first time in twelve years since I was frightened by another being's presence. "It's now or never!" I whispered under my breath as I prepared myself to knock. Promptly after I had my eyes shut, the door creaked pitifully as it was opened— urging me to open them right away. Glistened by a sudden foam of mist