All Chapters of Two Kings for Ellie : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Eamonn“You, Eamonn, you know what you have done. You know the sacrifices you made to him. You know I do not deserve this. You've got bloodstains on from the crown of your head to the sole of your feet. And you know you're doomed!” My eyes snapped open, and I breathed out harshly. My heart pounded really loud…I could feel it in my ears rather than my chest. I'm burning. Bead of sweat stood out on my face, and all I could feel was an unsettling fear. My wolf itched to the surface. I feel it hypothetically running wild in my mind; there wouldn't be any need for that, as it had been that I had tried that numerous times after I woke up from the never-ending nightmare. So then, I quickly squash his urge to get in control. Simply because I was the one in control. Always was, always will be. This isn't the first time I'm having such a nightmare, and each one comes bearing the faces of three people. Finely, Wilbur and Ellie. Each takes turns—in different settings and dimensions—to make my nig

Ellie Close your eyes; he wouldn't know,Close your eyes; he wouldn't see you. The true you,So he wouldn't get to see the monster he had perfectly painted and skillfully crafted,Steady your heartbeat so he wouldn't get to hear the beats of your frightened heart, The voice in my head—Ee—spoke loudly, muting the burbling sound of the stream I stood beside. I've noticed that when he's around, my wolf—who had been tagged less active—will jerk up from her dormant state to being hyperactive. For days, I stayed locked in a house of refuge that felt like a cage. The little while I had to myself. The little moment I decided to let loose, I was with my antagonist in my sad story. His presence, wherever he stood, sent a chill wave from my heart down my spine—if that illustration was ever possible. The air that I breathe was poisoned by his scent, and now I'm left to decide my own fate. He's here to finish what he'd started. He's here to kill me. And for some reasons, like not having to keep

Ellie My stomach sank, and I could feel a horrible, sickening feeling claw up the depth of my throat. Anxiety slowly erased all the emotions that were accompanied by Vanchure.Isla watched me with confusion and worry, but one was more than the other. Worry.My world was spinning. I shared the same stare with her, the only difference was that mine was with wide eyes. Once it had all been registered in my head that I was caught, about to give Van a…I pecked up swiftly to look him in the eyes, he was nowhere to be seen. The twat had disappeared, or rather ran speedily beyond the eyes could see, or he had diffused into thin air. Any of these options has Van picked to leave me here in an embarrassing state. I breathe in deeply, his scent was gone to as well. I'm left with an undying thirst for his blood, his ghost grip around my neck and a curious twin sister who I had no explanation to give. All of what was happening to me right now, felt like what was drawn out of a smutty horror mov

Van“You're back.” “Yes, Edgar, I am. And do not think of coming after me.” I replied to the leach who walked behind me to the doors of my penthouse. I kicked the double paneled door to my penthouse open; the metal boards crashed to the floor with a loud thud. I saw Edgar's jaws drop due to the impact, which I sent the doors flying into the open entrance. I guess he has never seen me with so much rage. I don't think I've been in this state, maybe I was before the war. I reserved the rage for when Mom or Eamonn got me mad when I was still human. And when I became a vampire, I learnt to control those emotions and channel them into sex and partying.He stood at the entrance of the penthouse, his arms were crossed behind him. He was putting on his usual service robe, it was down on one shoulder.“Master,” he called once I had gotten deeper into the penthouse, I paid no attention to my unfinished paintings I had abandoned at the entrance hall as I walked over the metal boards.“What is i

Van“Are you sure it was her you saw?”“I wasn't drunk before I headed out this morning,”“But it could be her sister, y'know…”“Her eyes are the only thing that distinguishes her from her sister. And even if I were blind, my other senses would point out her identity.”I and Gira nursed a glass of wine in my art room. He had brought in my raven, which I had put under his care to feed, and he had sent repairmen to replace the doors that I had ruined. Guess who the repairmen were? Few men of the Soldiers. The ones they called the builders.They had resumed their work quickly once the sun was up on the horizon.I drowned myself in the sound of their hammering and muffled chatter. A part of me wondered if they truly thought Ellie was dead. It's how quick they were able to kick her out of their pack without a clear reason. I guess when there is an unwise king ruling, the same case will be the case of the subjects.“I find that really hard to believe,” he said after he'd taken a swig of h