The princess followed the dark lord silently after he let her out of the cage; carelessly glancing at the photos on the wall. Each portraying a woman that was profoundly more beautiful than she could have imagined. She realised after a minute of stating that it was her uncles lost love that smiled at her from within the picture frames, the only things in the whole mansion that lay in tact.
Darkous suddenly stopped in front of an old oak door, carefully opening it as he flung Elika to the ground; giving her no care. He peeked through the darkness of the room, checking for any intruders. Once he knew it was safe, the dark lord carelessly picked up the princess; her small frame crashing against his shoulder. The princess wailed in pain as her uncle began to descend into the darkness, she gripped onto his shirt; her pulse rising as she became increasingly nervous. Darkous flipped an unseen switch, filling the strange underground room with a red glow as he lifted the princes
Elika jumped at the sound of the trees deep voice, gasping as she took another step away from her uncle; nature giving her the confidence she needed. “I might ... I have help.”The wind hissed at her response, commanding the trees to be ready. They were all set on aiding the princess, helping her escape from the dark lord’s grasp. She hid her smile, un-wrapping her arms from her stomach; no longer needing the comfort of it.“I can request for every immortal and creature to help me apprehend you; I would suggest that you stay in the mansion.” Darkous warned, taking a step back as he clicked his fingers.“Why won’t you just let me leave?! I will never stop trying to run from you!” She screamed, frustration clear in her tone as the trees ordered her to run; warning her that her window of opportunity was closing quickly.“Because you are my prisoner and I will never let you leave until I see fit. Now get b
Elika screamed in shock, carelessly dodging away from the man. The wind hissed vilely, throwing the werewolf into the air. She took a step back, tears sliding down her cheeks as the man’s large frame was viciously slammed into the ground; blood oozing from a fresh wound in his leg. She turned, forcing her weak legs to run. The trees around her aided her once more, giving her a direction as she looked around desperately. She ran for miles, her chest tightening as she gasped for breath. The princess knew that the creatures continued to pursue her, cutting her options thin. She pushed her back against a tree, scanning the darkening woods. A figure appeared from behind a tree his demonic yellow eyes savagely landing on Elika as she shook. She placed her head back against the large oak, her fight slowly beginning to dwindle. Dorian took a long stride towards her, laughing as she struggled for breath.“You know I once met a young girl who tried to escape from me; do you
“Fucking using her abilities. Everyone be ready! Rycho, ram the next one.” Dorian growled, storming towards the next tree.Elika braced herself as the centaur rammed the towering oak, almost knocking her from the branch. She wrapped her legs around the branch as her body twisted, jolting as the half man half horse creature once again slammed into the tree. The towering oak groaned in response, ordering Elika to move faster. She moaned in strain as she pulled herself back onto the branch, stumbling to her feet. The princess reared back, rushing forward as she propelled herself from the tree. The wind caught her as she began to plummet, flinging her into the next tree. Learning her lesson Elika quickly rolled onto her feet after smashing into the branch, rushing across it as she leapt through the air. Her small frame shook with strain as the wind aided her from tree to tree, barely giving the centaur enough time to rear back as she moved to the next. More creatures
The coming of age festival was something Darkous had been awaiting all his life, the night he turned sixteen. The celebration was a tradition in the family, bringing together all the most powerful immortals into one place. Though the young prince wanted something different, to change how the festival was planned. Darkous wanted the mortals their two, his friends from the mortal school he had attended. Chronos disagreed with this, warning his son against bringing mortals to hell. But the prince ignored his father, focused only on having the love of his life attend his celebration. Tonight the youngest son of the great Chronos will become a man, to take his place among the immortals. The festival dance had started like any other, with each person being announced as they entered the grand hall. Darkous entered the hall alone, waiting for the arrival of his love. The young prince wore the family crest on his black shirt, the head of a white dragon signalling from what immortal clan he w
Darkous woke in a cold sweat, the claws of the demon tearing into his canopy bed. The psychopathic lord snarled the recurring dream of his past lingering in his thoughts. That night was forever locked within Darkous’ mind, torturing both him and the demon. He slowly rose to a seated position, snapping the demon back into the far reaches of his mind. The psychopathic lord thought once more of the pup, regretting the moment he gave her the opportunity to run. Darkous had a momentary lapse of judgement believing that she wouldn’t run, but; he would be damn sure not to let it happen again.The psychopathic lord rose from what was left of his bed, giving out a deep sigh. He would need to order yet more bedding, perhaps even a new bed as he looked down at the shredded wood. He had been experiencing the recurring dream for years, the nightmare of what happened following him through the centuries. How could he have been so weak and powerless to stop his father? Why did he
Dorian growled, pushing Michael’s hand from his shoulder as he rose from the animalistic crouch, continuing to glare at the princess. “This show of power needs to stop; she’s having too much time to escape.”Elika began to walk backwards, both her and the hissing wind forcing the hurricane forward when a creature approached; flinging them away from her. She watched as the feral man snarled; his demonic yellow eyes eradiating with rage. Her breath caught slightly as the winds jittered, realising that her time was almost up. The princess turned suddenly, bolting between two large birch trees. She heard the pounding of feet and hooves behind her, causing her to push harder on her already strained legs. Dorian and Michael shouted for her to stop, warning her that the consequences would worsen if she did not surrender to them. She shook her head in amusement, knowing that they were lying; attempting to trick her into stopping. She launched herself to the si
Elika would be unable to stop Dorian from taking her back to the dark lord without the aid of her connection, her connection weakened from strenuous use. What if she ran? Bolted deep into the woods and hid ... Would she make it? Manage to escape again now that her body shook and trembled, her legs barely able to hold her weight as she leaned against the towering oak tree. She sighed, knowing that she had lost. There would be no escaping the clutches of the three men as they surrounded her, scowling down at the princess.Dorian smiled, gently placing his hands on her shoulders as he began to speak. “You have been caught. Isn’t that a shame ...” His grip tightening as his smile increased, his demonic yellow eyes locked onto the princess. His elongated nails savagely dug into her shoulders, causing Elika to whimper in pain as she squeezed her eyes shut. “I’m sure my old friend has something in mind for you, no doubt it’ll be an old trick of mi
Elika tightened her arms around her legs as the car turned onto a gravel driveway, slowly coming to a halt outside the front doors of the dark lord’s mansion. She took a gasping breath as Darkous stood beside the car, glaring in at her.“So, you have returned. Enjoy your little run?” The dark lord questioned, before turning his attention towards Goodwin as he exited the car. “Thank you Corporal, you will be paid well for this.”Goodwin nodded, a small smile appearing on his face as he spoke. “Thank you Lieutenant Major.”The princess watched the exchange, turning her head towards Michael as he also exited the red ford. She closed her eyes briefly, attempting to calm her racing heart. Her fear increased as she remained in the car, the stranger taking the keys with him when he got out.“Good. Are you just going to leave her in the car?” The dark lord questioned, his tone almost commanding.“