All Chapters of Two Kings for Ellie : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Van «««Early hours in the morning, break of dawn»»»“You should have left her lifeless.” Gira spoke sadly, exhaling softly.“Are you here to judge me or help me out, Gira?” Although he couldn't tell me how much of a disappointment I was to him and the rest of the Royalties because I was superior to him, I could see it in his stance. His shoulders slumped. Not from the weight of the alcohol, but from the pretty exhausting story I laid out to him. He leaned forward; his knees supported his elbows. He lowered his head. “I've got a plan.” He said I'm in a low tone.“Speak, please.” I stared at my feet, the rug, which I had ruined because I couldn't hold back my riling emotions that welled up from within me.“First off, we need to make our kill smooth and well plotted. We need to leave no trace of the murder case. No one from within the coven and beyond should know about this.” My raven cawed from a distance in the room, and a thought yielded, “How about we send a message to her, just a

Eamonn Night was quick to crawl in. I watched the fire I had set a few minutes ago crackle, but the warmth did nothing to warm up my cold, restless soul. I sat on a huge log lying at the feet of a tall tree a few distance away from the Pack House. I needed a safe space for an alone time to think about my resolved problem and my continuous torment. And it has been impossible to do that in the fortress I call the Pack house which I built brick by brick till it became one of the most magnificent buildings here in Shirlon. I had just returned from taking a run down a small wood around the Pack but still it did nothing. I picked up a twig between my bare feet, broke it into and threw the half part into the fire.“Alpha,”Without turning to look who it was that called me, I rolled my eyes and sighed at the familiar voice intruding on my personal space. Brant stumped his boots on my ground as he approached me from behind, not only disturbing my peace, but the serenity of the quiet night.“S

Ellie The dim lights from the candles placed at corners on the wall of the ghostly art gallery, casted long shadows on the wall around them. An invisible ball of darkness hung in the air between Van and I. The paintings on the wall appeared gloomy and twisted with a depiction of unforgotten memories. The silence present in the room was accompanied by the occasional creaking of old floorboards beneath our feet.King Vanchure sat with back hunched and his gaze on his bare feet, though his golden eyes betrayed any hint of something raw. He was shirtless, his occasional movement flexed a bit of his arm and back muscles. The candle lights reflected under his pale skin, a mixture of darkness and a lighter hue. The part of his neck at which he tore open had sealed up like there wasn't even a dent. Like that there was no scratch at all. He had used his shirts to wipe the blood on his chest and where his blood stained mine, away. I sat on the edge of the bench finally—just as he had wanted. I

BrantSilence stretched between us like a thick blanket. Wide and suffocating. I could hear the wind moving through the grass and rustling through the trees that guarded us at the edge of the field.Eamonn's expression was unread when I materialized behind him. It was clear that my presence was dimmed as a disturbance, unappreciated. I knew the times when he was approachable and the times when he wasn't. I knew the times when he would respond nicely to the Pack members when he walked past them and the times when he would act cold towards them, and be unresponsive to their greetings when he walked past them. I knew the happy and the loomy days of Eamonn's, but later it has been more of the loomy days than the happy. So I decided to make whatever time I had to bring the matter to his feet since he'd refused to look into it by himself. I've been shouldering the weight of being the Beta and the Alpha at the same time for weeks now, and the weight is really hard to bear. No matter how I t

Ellie The wind blew harshly, I'm lucky to have tied my hair in a bun. It caused the trees to rustle the trees that were surrounding us. The thick air smelled of wet earth. The wide ocean stretched endlessly before me. Its surface wavered under the looming light of the man. I could hear the waves crashing against the rough rocks below the steady and rhythmic roar echoed in my chestI wrapped my arms around myself not because I was shivering, it wasn't from the effects of the cool wind, but it was because of the uneasiness that grew in my gut.“Van, Why here?” I asked, turning to face him. My voice was much after than I intended, my uncertainty was evident in every word. He stood a few feet away from me, his hands were stuffed in his pockets, his sharp features were unreadable as the silver rays of the moonlight casted on him.The man who I had drank of his essence and he, mine. The ferocious man whom I had somehow managed to escape his kill trap by flaunting that which I knew he coul