Novel-novel oleh Nana

ZAMORA'S POVThe air was cold and felt a bit stale, and the passage was narrow. It all felt like no one had come in here in years. My fingers grazed against the stones that felt so rough. I didn't dwell on it and kept on moving forward. The sounds of my own footsteps were silenced by the darkness around me.“That's it, keep walking,” the voice whispered ahead of me. “Do not speak unless I tell you to do so,” it continued.Those words alone sent shivers down my spine. I wanted to ask for answers, to know who this woman was, and why she brought me to this place. But something in her tone told me she wouldn't think twice to disappear if I dare disobeyed. I had to force down my curiosity.The corridor sloped downward, each step taking me deeper and deeper into the heart of the palace. My wolf didn't like what laid ahead and thus began stirring inside of me, it was restless warning me that I was entering where I wasn't meant to be.Finally a dim light appeared ahead, a light, a silvery glo

ZAMORA’S POVFor a second, I couldn’t move. The image from my nightmare, his hand on my throat, the dagger slicing into my stomach, still burned in my mind. And there he was, sitting in the dark like a shadow given form, eyes still glowing faintly in that crimson color. He looked more like a handsome and harmless devil.My voice caught in my throat before I managed to speak.“I-I think so,” I whispered, though the tremor in my words betrayed the lie.His gaze didn’t shift. “You screamed like someone was killing you, or tried to kill you. Did you have a nightmare?” he said flatly, his tone holding no softness. “And with the way you're acting, I ask you, was it me?”The question sliced through me. He truly was the devil. He saw right through everything.“I..” My mouth went dry. “It was just a dream.”“Was it me?” he asked again, but this time, his voice was low, dangerous.I swallowed, gripping the blanket tighter. “Yes.”He leaned forward in the chair, resting his forearms on his knees

ZAMORA'S POV I stood frozen, watching the fight play out. Vladimir moved like he had been doing this his whole life; fast, fierce, and without hesitation. And truthfully, he had.He grabbed each rogue and tore them apart like they were nothing. It was brutal but also strange how thrilling it was to watch.Still, I couldn’t help but feel pure fear. I had never seen anyone so cold, so heartless. And even though I have heard countless tales of how terrifying and beastly he can be, this was the first time I had ever seen it with my own eyes.Then, out of nowhere, a chilling thought entered my mind:What if one day, Vladimir saw me as useless? As someone he didn’t need anymore?It would mean nothing for him to kill me, just like he did to them.I shivered again, my body tense. I couldn’t stop myself from gulping, trying to calm the fear that was slowly building inside me.My eyes flickered incessantly as I watched everything unfold. Minutes later, there was no rogue in sight anymore. Vlad

ZAMORA'S POV The feeling was surreal, and initially, I couldn't hold back my excitement. The help I needed had shown itself at the right time.I exhaled, my lips curled together. “I was kidnapped by someone,” I spluttered, my gaze still darting around. My voice was barely above a whisper as well for fear that I'd be heard by the rogues.“Where are you now?” He asked again, his voice wrapped with the urgency of it.“I have no idea. I'm currently hiding from some rogues hunting ferociously for me.“Alright. Try to keep calm and make sure they don't find you. I'll make sure to find you as quickly as I can,” he assured and I found myself nodding.His voice was warm, soothing too. It managed to calm my throbbing nerves.I parted my lips to speak again but it was too late. The mind link had disconnected. My lips pouted as I sulked a bit.I was left alone, and in silence. I couldn't afford to make noise lest I be found by the rogues who wouldn't stop searching for me.I could still hear the

ZAMORA'S POV"Let go of me, please," My voice was soft and weak. I had no choice but to beg for my life. I was desperate, just wanting to be free from the people who had kidnapped me.He laughed, ignoring my pleas. I could tell he enjoyed my suffering, the way I was begging to live. I couldn’t see his face, but there was something dark and evil in his voice.I heard his footsteps as he walked across the dry leaves on the forest floor, leaving me alone to die in the woods. Tears filled my eyes. I was alone, completely alone to face my misery. I gulped, trying to calm myself down and focus on escaping instead of giving in to fear.Suddenly, my stomach began to feel strange. At first, it was small, barely there. But then it got worse until I was holding my belly in pain.Was the wolfsbane already working this fast? Am I really going to lose the child growing inside me without ever getting the chance to meet it?I groaned in pain, hating my current situation. This was worse than anything

ZAMORA'S POV I shot to my feet, heart beating so hard I could hear it in my ears. My eyes darted around the room, scanning everywhere. Sweat formed on my forehead, but I forced myself to stay composed. If someone was in here, the last thing I wanted was for them to see fear on my face. No, I had to look in control. I had to feel in control, even if I wasn’t.But the room looked empty. Just me and the silence from every corner.“I don’t see anyone,” I told my wolf, squinting into the darkness, double-checking the corners, the edges, the gaps behind furniture. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.“It’s not about what you see,” my wolf whispered in my mind . “They are hiding, using an invisibility spell. Focus. Listen to their heartbeat, their breathing, their scent. You are not alone.”I felt fear take over me.I shut my eyes and listened.For a few seconds, there was only silence. But then I heard it. The faintest breath, it was controlled but there. A soft rustle of cloth. A scent that didn’