Novels by Radisson Bae

ROWENA I managed to roll away just as the beast came upon me, not before I obtained a large cut from its paw on my back. I staggered but I had to regain my balance. The men laughed in their seats over my narrow escape.“Look at the way she jumped,” One said as he made a mocking imitation of me avoiding the beast.“I was certain she was done for but what can I say, she really wants to live,” said another. I scowled at them. 'I cannot die in this pit,' I thought to myself. I have to fight. I surveyed the arena for anything I could use to my advantage. There was a chain lying at the far end of the arena but there was no weapon in sight. “How about you show us what your wolf looks like, Rowena,” one of the spectators shouted but I paid him no heed.The beast had already regained its stance and had started charging fiercely towards me. In a swift moment, I ran towards the beast and slid under its stomach just as it was about to finish me off with its sharp claws. Then I ran, quickly g

ROWENA We arrived at Ravenshallow at the crack of dawn. The landscape was like nothing I had ever seen before. The atmosphere was shrouded in grey fog, the sun's rays barely pierced through the mist. In the distance stood tall rocky mountains barely visible above the mist, with buildings and structures emerging from the mountains.“We are here ladies,” one of the slavers said before letting out a drunken laugh. “Don't be frightened,” the other one said to us at the back. I couldn't see his face but I could sense a shared smile in his tone. “You all will be put to very good use here.”The wagon moved slowly through the town to the market square. The smell of raw meat, vegetables and the indistinct chatter that was akin to the market, filled the wagon. Suddenly, the wagon came to a halt. The door of the wagon was opened and we were all made to climb down its steep ramp. We were about to be sold off, like goods, we were about to be bargained for like lifeless items at a stall. We were

ROWENA I hoped that death would take me and I would never wake up to such a wretched world, but alas I did. As the icy wind slapped me across the face, I awoke. My throat was patched with thirst and my lips were dry and cracked. My wrists hurt from the tight rope it was bound with but as I looked around, I saw I wasn't alone.There were six of us in the small moving cage-like wagon, sitting shoulder to shoulder. The women were filthy looking; with their hairs tangled and their dresses torn. Their faces were marked with silent desolation, as if they were aware of the fate that awaited them- the kind that tears could not rescue them from, no matter how long and heart wrenching it was. “Where are they taking us?” I asked the woman seated beside me. She looked a little older than me with brown hair and blue eyes. She took some time before she answered me in order to save what little strength she had left. “They are taking us to Ravenshallow–the Western clan, there we will be sold as s

ROWENASomething broke in me that day.When I awoke, I found myself in a dark dungeon. I felt weak and lightheaded. I tried to move but my body ached with each attempt. Soon I realized I had been bound to the wall with a chain on my left wrist. The dungeon was cold and smelled of mildew and dust. As I sat in the darkness, I tried to recollect what happened. I remembered that I collapsed no sooner than I cut myself and my palm still stung from the pain of the wound.Just then, I heard the sound of voices coming from behind the dungeon’s iron door, followed by a set of footsteps which was accompanied by the release of bolts and removal of chains. Then the door opened.My father came in through the door holding a lit torch. He no longer smelled of alcohol but he looked at me with a face so grave I began to fear. The iron doors closed firmly behind him after he had entered, as if to prevent anyone from getting out unwantedly. I tried to stand on my feet but failed and fell back.“Father

ROWENAMy mother had begun to grow irritated with my fidgeting. My nerves could barely allow me to sit in one place. I was afraid and anxious of what the night had in store for me. Since sunset my mother kept herself busy trying to prepare me for tonight. “Look at this green cloak, my dear,” she had said to me. “It really brings out your eyes.” Or “Look at this pure sapphire necklace. It has been in the family for generations,” She said gleefully as she put the jewelry around my neck. “Women in our lineage wore it on the day of their matings. Then they would pass it on to their daughters or daughters in law when they are getting mated.” She kissed my rosy cheek. “And now it is my turn,” I mumbled under my breath. My voice echoed my inner feelings. I was confused at how fast things are moving and I was afraid of the unknown. I was saddened by the realization that I had to kiss my family and my entire life goodbye to become the daughter in law of the coldest and most prominent family