As Arthur opened his mouth to speak, the door suddenly swung open, and Aunt Agatha swept into the room with an air of purpose."I will go with the princess and ensure her safety," she declared, bowing respectfully to my father and the elders assembled in the hall."Aunt Agatha!" I exclaimed, surprise mingling with gratitude in my voice.She turned to me with a reassuring smile before addressing my father. "Alpha, please allow me to go with the princess. I conducted some research on the mysterious hybrids, and according to my findings, they are humans transformed by a dark warlock with both vampire and werewolf blood coursing through their veins."Her revelation sent shockwaves through the room, leaving us all speechless. "A Tribrid?!" Arthur exclaimed, his disbelief echoing my thoughts."But tribrids have been extinct for centuries... How is this possible?" one of the envoys interjected, voicing the questions swirling in all our minds."Not all," Aunt Agatha countered, her voice calm
As the swirling colours of the portal enveloped us, Aunt Agatha and I emerged on the other side, greeted by the sight of the barrier looming before us. The air crackled with energy, a palpable sense of tension hanging in the air as we approached our post.Glancing at Aunt Agatha, I found her expression unreadable, her eyes scanning the horizon with a sense of vigilance that mirrored my own. Despite the gravity of the situation, I couldn't shake the image of Ruby's tear-streaked face from my mind, her words echoing in my ears like a solemn vow.But as we surveyed the desolate desert landscape, a sense of unease crept over me. Where were the werewolves we had sent to protect the barrier? There was no sign of them anywhere, their absence like a gaping hole in the fabric of our defences."Something is not right," I murmured, my confusion mounting. "I sent two hundred wolves to protect the barrier. How come none of them are present?""I know," Aunt Agatha replied cryptically, handing me a
The dust settled and the echoes of battle faded into the night, a heavy silence descended upon the desert landscape. I stood amidst the aftermath, my chest heaving with exertion, my sword slick with the blood of my fallen comrades."How do we bring them back to their senses?". I turned to Aunt Agatha. The weight of Aunt Agatha's words settled over me like a suffocating blanket, despair threatened to consume me. How could we be powerless to save our comrades, to bring them back from the grip of darkness that held them captive? Anguish clawed at my heart as I grappled with the harsh reality of our situation."We can't!" Aunt Agatha's voice cut through the silence, her words a bitter truth that I struggled to accept. My eyes widened in disbelief, a sense of helplessness washing over me like a tidal wave. "So we are going to lose 200 wolves like that?" I demanded, my voice rising with desperation."Their souls have long been burned. There's nothing we can do, Little Flower," Aunt Agatha'
I stood in awe as the cottage came into view, its weathered walls and thatched roof bathed in the gentle glow of Aunt Agatha's magic. As Aunt Agatha led me into the cottage, I couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation that tingled in the air. The cosy interior enveloped us in a sense of warmth and tranquillity, yet there was an underlying current of mystery that left me on edge.Suddenly, a voice echoed through the room, its timbre ancient and wise, yet tinged with a hint of mischief. "You are finally here!" it exclaimed, and I couldn't help but glance around in confusion, searching for the source of the sound.To my astonishment, there was no one else in the cottage besides Aunt Agatha and me. Where could the voice be coming from?"Yes, sorry to keep you waiting," Aunt Agatha replied, her tone betraying no hint of surprise. It was as if she had been expecting this all along."I see you brought her... She has grown," the voice continued, and a shiver ran down my spine as I realized
As I forced my heavy eyelids apart, the pounding in my head matched the relentless drumming of rain against the windowpane. Disoriented, I scanned the unfamiliar surroundings, only to realize I had passed out in the bathroom, clothes clinging uncomfortably to my skin like a second layer of regret.Dragging myself up from the cold, hard tiles, I shed my sodden attire with a sharp, decisive motion, each movement sending a jolt of pain through my throbbing skull. With trembling hands, I seized the shower knob, demanding the icy sting of the water to jolt me awake from the hazy fog of last night's excesses.With every passing moment, the chill of the water seeped deeper into my bones, a stark reminder of the emptiness that gnawed at my core. But amidst the biting cold and the relentless ache, there was a flicker of something else_ Regret.The icy water rolled down my skin, each rivulet a cruel reminder of the chaos that had consumed me the night before. Memories flooded in with merciless
At the training ground, I made a beeline for the battle drum, a massive instrument that stirred the spirits of warriors. With determination, I pounded the drum, the resounding beats capturing the attention of every warrior on the field. "Greetings, Crown Prince!" they bellowed in unison, and I nodded in acknowledgement before delivering Father's orders to them. Initially apprehensive, their fear gave way to excitement upon learning that I would be leading them into battle. Their newfound enthusiasm bolstered my own courage. After giving them time to gather necessities, we set off on foot. With our numbers, using the portal stone wasn't an option. It would be a long journey, and we anticipated reaching the barrier around noon tomorrow. The road ahead wouldn't be easy, but we were prepared to face whatever challenges awaited us. We marched through treacherous terrain, and the once-familiar landscape became cloaked in an eerie stillness, broken only by the haunting whispers of the wind
Her form was bathed in a soft, iridescent glow, casting shimmering reflections that danced across the chamber like the flickering flames of a mystical fire. As I gazed upon her, a torrent of questions flooded my mind, each one more urgent than the last. Who was she, this enigmatic being who seemed to defy all mortal comprehension? Was she a goddess, a celestial being sent from the heavens to grace us with her divine presence? But try as I might, I could find no answers within the depths of my own understanding. She was like a puzzle, her enigmatic presence shrouded in mystery, her true nature veiled behind a curtain of ethereal light. And yet, despite the uncertainty that lingered in the air, there was no denying the power of her presence, the magnetic pull that drew all who beheld her into her orbit. In that moment, I knew that I stood on the threshold of something truly extraordinary, a journey into realms of magic and wonder that transcended the boundaries of mortal imagination.
"Master, nothing is wrong, I'm just bothered that you have not given Xander and me your blessings. We truly love each other," pleaded Iris, her voice trembling with emotion. I watched with bated breath, my curiosity piqued as I wondered who this mysterious Xander could be. As the scene unfolded before me, I found myself drawn into a world of forbidden love and divine opposition. It turns out Xander is a Vampire Warrior, the first of his kind and the right hand of the moon goddess. Iris and Xander are in love and wish to be together but the moon goddess opposes without a reason. The tension in the air was palpable as the Moon Goddess's wrath erupted like a tempest, her fury shaking the very foundations of the chamber. I watched in awe as Iris was sent flying by the force of her anger, my heart pounding in my chest as I struggled to comprehend the magnitude of the situation. "Why did she have to anger a goddess?" I muttered to myself, my mind racing with questions and doubts. But bef
SELENE'S POVThe room felt still, the only sound being the rustle of papers as I went through Father’s stack of documents. My mind wasn’t entirely on the task, though. My fingers moved mechanically, sorting through the mess of reports, charts, and plan."My lady, are you alright?" Ruby's voice broke through my thoughts, gentle and concerned. She paused beside me, arranging the scattered papers across the table. "Ever since you left to meet the Alpha’s visitor, you’ve seemed... distant. Restless, even."I forced a smile, "It’s nothing," I said, burying myself deeper in the pile of paperwork. "I’m just worried about Father.Ruby’s eyes softened as she studied me, her lips parting to say something, but she hesitated. After a moment, she sighed and continued to arrange the documents. "It’s quite late, my lady," she said, her voice quieter now. "You’ve been at this for hours. Kael and the others are still outside. They refuse to leave, claiming they won’t rest until you do."I glanced up,
The air in the room grew heavier, as though Father’s words had drawn a dark veil over everyone present.Alpha Lucas’s easy demeanor hardened, his expression shifting into one of sharp calculation. “So, you’ve felt it as well,” he said, his voice low and guarded.“It’s no longer about sensing,” Father replied, his tone grim. “It’s here, spreading like a slow poison. The shadows grow restless, emboldened. The walls that once safeguarded us falter by the day.”Alicia’s silver eyes narrowed, her pride visibly prickling. “Are you insinuating this has to do with the breach we experienced when the barrier collapsed?”Father’s gaze locked onto hers, cool and cutting. “I’m not insinuating, Alicia. I’m stating a fact. That breach was no mere incident. It was a calculated move—a prelude to something far more sinister.”The silence that followed was oppressive, thick with unease. Even the most steadfast elders exchanged uneasy glances.“And the sudden surge in newly turned hybrids,” Alpha Lucas a
ETHAN'S POV I sat there, my back stiff, my gaze fixed on the elders as they exchanged glances, whispers of tension brewing beneath their composed facades. I waited, calm and deliberate, observing the dynamics at play, searching for anyone who might pose a threat to my Selene. Let them reveal their intentions first.Father began the meeting, his commanding tone slicing through the murmurs as he addressed the upcoming Annual Youth Contest. A grand tradition, meant to showcase the strength and unity of the clans, and for the first time, it would be hosted here in the vampire empire.Zeke, my older brother, had always been the one to represent us—his victories as predictable as the tides. But with his betrayal leaving him locked away in the dungeons, the mantle now fell to me. I didn’t mind. What did trouble me was the absence I felt in my heart.Her.My Little Goddess.Selene had dominated this contest four years in a row, her grace and power carving an unforgettable mark. But after eve
She stepped forward suddenly, and the sharp edge of my sword pierced her flesh. My eyes widened in shock. “What are you doing—?”She took another deliberate step, and the blade sank in fully. My grip faltered as panic shot through me. “Do you want to die?!” I shouted, my voice echoing in the still room.Her lips curled into a sad smile, tears glistening in her impossibly dark eyes. “I’ve missed you so much,” she whispered, her voice trembling with raw emotion. “When I heard you were back, I couldn’t believe it. But I still had to see for myself.” Her gaze softened as she stepped even closer, the sword embedding further into her. “Iris… you’re finally back.”Anger flared like wildfire in my chest at the sound of that name. “I’m not her!” I yelled, my voice cracking under the weight of my frustration. With a burst of strength, I yanked the sword free and delivered a swift kick to her chest, sending her sprawling to the ground.I expected to see blood, evidence of the damage my blade had
The training ground buzzed with life as Imara, Kael, Theron, and I stood in a tight circle, poring over strategies to strengthen the pack’s security. Kael's experience and Imara's sharp intellect made them valuable in this discussion. Theron, as ever, provided insights with his analytical mind, every word precise and calculated."My lady," Eira's calm yet urgent voice cut through the conversation, drawing my attention. I turned to see her approaching briskly, her icy blue eyes narrowed in concern."Yes, Eira?" I asked, sensing something unusual in her tone."Someone is requesting the Alpha’s presence," she said, her voice measured but laced with unease.I raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And who might that be?"Her gaze sharpened slightly as she replied, "I have no idea, my lady. She’s covered in a white cloak and passed through the guards and security as if they weren’t even there."That caught my full attention. "Where is she now?""Alpha’s quarters, my lady," Eira said without hesitation."
The training ground was bustling now, a sea of soldiers flooding the open space. The air buzzed with the energy of sharpening weapons, sparring matches, and laughter. As I continued helping Ruby steady her aim, I couldn’t ignore the way the soldiers’ eyes drifted toward me, admiration clear in their expressions.“Greetings, Princess,” they called out in unison, their voices echoing.I nodded curtly in acknowledgement, my focus unwavering. Ruby, barely flinched under the attention. She was focused and determined. I had to admit that her improvement was impressive. Each arrow she fired struck closer and closer to the bullseye.“Keep it steady,” I murmured, stepping aside to give her space. “Your form is excellent—don’t rush the shot.”Ruby exhaled slowly, releasing the arrow. It flew straight and struck dead centre. A smile lit her face, and I couldn’t help but mirror it.“You’re getting better,” I praised, clapping her on the shoulder.“My lady.”The familiar and respectful tone pulled
Natalie kept stealing glances at me as we walked, her tension palpable. I caught her gaze once and smirked faintly. "Go on, Natalie. You have something to say."She hesitated, biting her lip before letting out a soft sigh. "Your mother’s worried about you," she admitted, her voice tinged with concern. "I suppose the rumours must have reached her ears by now."Ah, the rumours. I couldn’t help but chuckle, the sound dry and humourless. "Ah, yes. Everyone in the empire now calls me the devil. What a charming title."Natalie frowned at my response, her brow furrowing as she glanced at me again. "You haven’t gone to see her in a while," she said gently, though there was a trace of reproach in her tone. "It’s only natural she’d be worried. Can you blame her?"I nodded, the weight of her words sinking in. "You’re right," I murmured, my voice quieter now. "I’ll see her after the meeting."Natalie relaxed slightly at my answer, though her expression remained thoughtful, "And you are not a devi
The thick, metallic liquid flooded my mouth, and I drank greedily, the fire in my veins momentarily quenched with each gulp.Maxwell continued pulling blood bags from the bag, lining them up beside me. I drained one after another, each one barely dulling the inferno inside me. The room spun, my vision fading in and out as the primal need began to fade, replaced by heavy, oppressive exhaustion.“More…” I rasped, reaching weakly for another bag. Maxwell handed it to me without question, his face set in a mask of grim understanding.I drained the last one, the empty bag slipping from my fingers as my body finally began to succumb to the overwhelming strain. My breaths slowed, ragged and uneven, as my head lolled back against the wall.The hunger was gone, but so was everything else. A heavy darkness pulled at me, dragging me down into its depths. My limbs felt like lead, my mind clouded and sluggish. The last thing I saw before the blackness claimed me was Maxwell’s face, his expression
Veins bulged along my arms and neck, their pulse erratic, as if liquid fire coursed through them. My breaths were shallow and ragged, each one a struggle against the growing weight pressing down on my chest. The transformation clawed at me, demanding control, but I refused to yield. My trembling hands gripped the desk like a lifeline, but even that began to splinter beneath my strength.“Not now,” I hissed, my voice low and desperate as I clenched my teeth against the pain. My vision blurred, the room warping as the migraine clawed deeper into my skull. It felt as though my head would split apart, the pressure building to unbearable levels.“Not now!” I growled again, more forcefully, my fangs fully extending, and my voice echoing with a monstrous undertone that wasn’t entirely my own. My fingers dug into the desk, carving grooves into the wood as I clung to the only anchor I had left: Selene.Her image burned in my mind, her smile, her voice, her scent—a fleeting reminder of sanity.