G.I.D의 작품

The darkness was the first thing I felt. It wasn't the soft darkness of sleep, but a heavy, wet darkness that smelled like old coins and rot. I tried to move, but my limbs felt like they were made of stone. When I finally opened my eyes, I couldn't see anything. I reached out my hand and felt cold, slimy rock. I wasn't on the soft bed anymore. I wasn't wearing the silk gown or Ezekiel’s warm fur coat. I was lying on a floor made of dirt and jagged stones. I was completely naked. The air was so cold that my breath came out in small white clouds, but I didn't have anything to cover myself with. I curled into a tiny ball, trying to use my own skin to keep me warm, but it was no use. The dungeon was a freezer. As I lay there shivering, I remembered what happened. I remembered the way Zayn had pinned me down. I remembered the cruelty in his eyes and the way he treated me like a toy. And then, I remembered the light. What was that? I wondered. I had never shifted. My father ha

Zayn’s grip on my arm was like an iron shackle. He didn't walk, he marched dragging me through the cold stone hallways of the palace. Every step I took felt like I was walking toward my own execution. He didn't speak a word of comfort. He didn't ask if my ribs were still hurting from my father's boot, or if I still felt the sting of his hands squeezing the breath out of me. To him, I was just a vessel, a gold or silver cup he was ready to fill. "Please," I whispered, my voice trembling as we reached the heavy oak doors of his bedroom. "I am tired. I am hurt. Can we just... wait?" Zayn stopped and looked down at me. His face was like a mask carved from ice. "Wait for what? The moon to change? The world to end? I have waited years for the curse to break, Snow White. I am a King without a prince and that ends tonight." He said kicking the doors open. The room was massive, but it felt like a cage. A fire crackled in the hearth, throwing long, dancing shadows against the walls

The air in the room didn't just feel cold anymore, it felt like it was made of lead. I wrapped Ezekiel’s fur coat around me, trading the metallic stench of Zayn’s rage for the scent of sandalwood and rose. My family was at the gate. They weren’t here because they missed me as I hoped, they weren’t here because they had spent a sleepless night crying over the daughter they threw to the wolves. They were here to get paid. What did I do to deserve this level of hate and suffering? Zayn turned his head slowly toward Roman. His eyes, narrowed. "A reward?" he repeated, the word sounding like a curse. "They threw her into my bed expecting a corpse, and now that she’s breathing, they want a prize?" "They claim that since Ariana is the chosen one who survived and that the pack deserves a tribute," Roman explained, his eyes fixed on the floor. "The Alpha, her father is insisting on an audience. He says he also has valuable information about her white hair and why she hasn't shifted."

"Mate."That single word was the last thing I heard before I fell into a deep, dark sleep. When I finally started to wake up, the first thing I felt was the biting cold. My skin felt wet and slippery, and the air was thick with the scent of expensive soap and old stone.Slowly, my eyelashes fluttered open. Three women were standing over me. I recognized them immediately, they were the Omegas who had been sent along with me as sacrifices for Alpha Zayn last night."Oh, look! She’s finally awake!" one of them chirped. She was wearing a thin, white silk gown that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The others wore the same, but unlike me, each of them had a heavy black collar locked around their neck.As my vision cleared, the horror set in. I was naked, sitting in a massive marble bathtub, being scrubbed like a piece of furniture by these women."What... what happened?" I tried to speak, but my voice was a raspy whisper. A sharp, stinging pain throbbed in the crook of my neck,

Ariana's povUp close, he didn’t look like the monster everyone whispered about. They called him a devil, but looking at him was like staring at a beautiful, fallen angel. I couldn’t help but notice how his hair, dark and shiny like polished obsidian tumbled over his shoulders. But when those piercing red eyes locked into mine, reality rushed back. I quickly looked down, my heart hammering against my ribs."What is your name?" his voice rumbled.I stayed silent, frozen."What? Are you unable to speak?" he asked, his tone sharpening. I kept my eyes glued to the floor, remembering Lady Jade’s terrifying warning to Never look him in the eye."Forgive me, Alpha," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I am Ariana."Suddenly, I felt something cold touch my face. It was his hand, grazing my cheek. I jerked back in shock, the coldness of his skin sending a shiver down my spine."You will address me as King," he corrected me, his voice like velvet over ice. "Do you understand?""Yes... my King,"

Zayn's povEvery woman who stepped through those heavy oak doors knew she was walking toward her grave, Yet, they never stopped coming. Some were dragged here as sacrifices, while others came willingly, foolishly hoping to win the favor of a monster.This was my life. This was my curse. It had earned me a name that whispered fear into the hearts of men: The Cursed prince of Darkness.I didn’t choose this darkness, I inherited it. Before I was even born, my father, the Alpha before me, had turned our world into a slaughterhouse. He brutally killed thousands, enslaved children, and treated women like whores. He was a man of pure evil, and the Moon Goddess finally had enough. She cursed him, but I was the one who became the vessel for his punishment.Her curse was precise and cruel. I was born with unmatched power, but I was destined to be eternally alone. She hollowed out my soul so I could never feel love. She draped me in a darkness so thick that the sun seemed to dim wherever I am.