All Chapters of His Mate's Silent Cry: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

"What is the use? I have already bathed in darkness. I have already vowed! I have already been reborn— what more can CAUTIOUSNESS bring to my heart!?"Elizabeth hummed and drummed her fingers on her hips. She smiled occasionally, dressing her figure in clothes that were brought to her, by the lady of the castle, Mauve. A black, silk dress that disclosed her back that had her scapula protruded— and on the front, a v-shape that almost published her breasts. She inhaled and exhaled deeply, as though, chasing all the poisonous thoughts that were hovering in her head. After fully covering her figure as instructed, she curtsied, admiring the beauty of her new eye colour and most of all, her new non-human abilities. "They shall pay, father! They must know!" Before sashaying out of 'her bedchamber' she locked her eyes with the wall where she had written Amethyst's and Liam's names in bold letters and hissed with indignation.Ten minutes had already passed— Elizabeth finally went where she

["POWER IS ESCAPING YOUR GRIP! FOLLOW MY VOICE AND I SHALL MAKE EVERYTHING BLOOM FOR YOU; WILL YOU? YOUR TEARS ARE MINE TO SWALLOW— REJOICE WITH ME UNTIL YOU SHALL!"]•••"Rafael is dead!" Renesmee informed a creature whose face was being decorated in white makeup, as soon as she stormed inside the dark room. Her stiletto-heeled black boots hit against the floor, clicking as she cat-walked in the direction where her 'dear' brother was being 'beautified'. Her hair whipped fast, swimming in the air as she made her journey. "That witch! Mauve is now known to be the lady of the Dark Castle!" Renesmee spat immediately after reaching her destination. Her pale, glowing features were visibly covered by indignation whilst her eyes glowed with a fire that was overly unwelcoming. She looked at her brother who seemed unbothered by the words she had just puffed. "So, I have heard!" Unhurriedly, Prince Dwight opened his red lips while he signalled the 'makeup' artist to leave the room. Renesme

["MEMORIES FADE AWAY IN A BLINK OF AN EYE. REGRET SEND ONE TO A WORLD OF DECAY— BLOOD IS SPREADING ON THE HARD SURFACE OF HER HEART. A WORLD FILLED WITH FAMISHED MONSTERS; WHO SHALL BEAR HER TEARS AS SHE CRIES? WHOSE WING WILL SHE HIDE UNDER?"]•••The small sensitive organ kept on beating against her aching chest, demanding a quick escape. There she sat— her eyes were tightly shut, openly afraid to see the cruelty brought by the harsh, rude winds and the unending tears of NERIDA. "WHY?" That was a question she had already asked herself for the millionth time now and the most upsetting thing was that she did not receive a reply. Tears helplessly escaped from her eyes, creating a river of salty waters on her ashen cheeks, that shamelessly flowed to touch the tips of her throat. "Just like Circe, you lay in your bed with truths that could grant my soul freedom! For how long am I supposed to shed tears?" A brittle, shaking voice belonging to Amethyst aired a cracking hiss through her

78. "So you did come, after all? Bold move, Amethyst!" Douglass hissed silently to himself whilst chuckling softly as his sharp, red eyes slyly observed the rooms of the house that was now barely recognisable. The house that was once tall and mighty with its pointy head reaching out to the heavens; there, it fell with shame— its head was now looking down, hanging below the heavens as if afraid of demeaning words that came from the ones above.From being luxuriously structured— it now looked like an ancient shack, belonging to an old man who was a mile away from kicking the bucket. Smoke was hissing and growling in the air, and was immediately forced to sway by the cold breeze that entered through the broken windows.It danced happily like lost souls who finally gained their freedom from the darkness that have been feeding on them, in the shadows of every wall that helped the house to stand. Every part of the now-fallen house was covered in the ugly blackness caused by the fire. "S

"No…I assure you, my lady. I am fine, I just…had a rough night." Elizabeth puffed, speaking in an awkwardly high-pitched voice that echoed around the throne room— its waves shaking audibly with cracks of uncertainty. Before her unsteady, slightly shuddering figure was Mauve who was looking down at her, from under her eyebrows as she sat comfortably on her throne. Surprisingly, Mauve was wearing an apprehensive face whilst she silently read Elizabeth's demeanour. Voices were already singing in Elizabeth's head— singing a song that distracted tranquillity in her soul. Guilt and regret were already caressing her veins, enslaving her heart that could not find the energy to beat fast— it was suddenly one beat at a time. Her eyes seemed to be looking for something— they explored the room with curiosity as if it was the first time seeing the room she was in. They ensured themselves to look around her. "Look for what?" That was the question Elizabeth had asked herself but even though she