Novels by Erad 10 Poly

The hours came in slowly toward midnight, as though the moon itself were holding its breath. Everybody waited in anticipation for this memorable night. Adrian was the happiest of them all, He was the only royal transforming that night. However many had transformed a year before him and others were to transform the next year. He was a golden boy, he shared his day with no one else.Only one hour remained.The Moon Hall stood at the northern wing of the palace, Bolivia’s most sacred architectural treasure. A huge domed structure built withwhite colored marble, its surface shone as if painted with powdered stars. The hall had no sharp corners: instead, every wall ended in soft curves. A wide circular podium was at the center, and directly above it, the dome opened into the sky like a giant eye staring straight into the heavens.The opening was called The Celestial Tear. It was wide enough for the full blood moon to pour its light straight into the dome. At the hour of 12:00, the glass wo

Tonight was transformation night and lunch had been prepared for the guests who had come to witness Adrian’s first shift. The hall was a quiet battle field of looks, alliances and ambitions. It was a performance, carefully staged. It heavily smelt of power and the unspoken hunger of people who understood that alliances were often made between bites of bread and sips of soup. Important people got a chance to dine with the king and the royals. Just a few, but it was always a great opportunity. Alliances were created on this day, deals and alot of things .By midday, the palace was alive in a different way than morning. Bells rang softly from the inner towers, signaling the servants and slaves alike that it was time to get to serious work.The smell of roasted meat, fresh greens, warm bread, and different soups moved through marble and golden corridors. Everywhere, footsteps sounded as slaves walked around.The Grand Hall dining stood at the centre of it all and was lively with life .Its

He stood there in dark training clothes, A sword in his left hand, broad-shouldered, commanding, his presence filling the space like a storm cloud. He smelt like iron, earth and his scent wolf hit her all at once. She froze in place before shaking her head vigorously to reality. She dropped to her knees immediately. He could send her to the red tower, for that mere accident. He could starve her for days, give her punishment that would be too great for her to bear. She was scared to her core.“I...I’m sorry my price, am so very sorry” she whispered. “Please forgive me. I did not mean to…”“Stop.” His voice was low when he interrupted.Vivienne froze, heart pounding violently. Her eyes became misty. This was wrong. Meeting him in the morning meant bad luck for the whole day, or even the whole week.She had grown up in the palace. She had seen him her whole life. If cruel was a person, it would be called Alpha Almond Rudieloff. He hated her to the core of his bones. He had bullied her so

Vivienne sat up slowly on her narrow small bed, pulling her thin blanket closer before letting it go. She listened to the familiar sounds of her mother's soft coughing and restless shifting in her small bed as well.The thin blanket fell off her shoulders, showing skin that was far too pale. It was light, almost ghostly, standing out painfully among the other slaves. Her Dark red hair fell loosely around her shoulders, always messy no matter how tightly she braided it. Her eyes were grey almost silver. They were too expressive for someone who had learned young to stay invisible.They were eyes that noticed too much, felt too deeply. Eyes that had gotten her into trouble more times than she could count.In the morning light, her arms looked almost transparent, veins faintly visible under the surface. She wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing warmth into body that always felt cold, no matter the season.She swung her legs down​ bare feet meeting the cold floor. She stood and moved qui