Garden Courtyard“Look at this tulip, Lucy! It smell funny,” Daya said, handing her a small, bright pink flower.Lucy sniffed it curiously. The scent was mild — almost citrusy — but it was quickly drowned out by something else. A surge of ocean breeze mixed with orange bergamot flooded her senses, sharp and utterly irresistible.Lucy closed her eyes, momentarily lost."Lucy! Come back!" Daya rattled her shoulder hastily.Lucy blinked — and found Caleb standing before her, smiling sheepishly."Good morning, ladies," he greeted, silver hair catching the sunlight."Hey," Lucy muttered, pretending to study the flower like her life depended on it."Can I speak to you alone, Lucy?" Caleb asked, scratching the back of his neck, looking strangely nervous."I, uh — I should check on Mina," Daya said swiftly, abandoning ship. She gave Lucy a guilty "sorry not sorry" look before vanishing.Lucy kept her head down, pretending to admire a nearby shrub."About my proposal," Caleb said quietly. "Can
In the Dark Realm"My king, you called for me," Belial said, materializing from a cloud of black smoke.Belial — the demon king’s right hand.A creature who could make the undead dance on his fingertips if he willed it.His power, second only to King Victor himself.Victor lounged lazily on his dark throne, chin resting against one hand."Follow the dispatched Aamons near the no-man’s border," he commanded. "We’re close to finding her. Jolene."Victor’s silver eyes gleamed with cold certainty."No loose ends, Belial."Belial simply bowed — and vanished without a word.Victor smiled faintly to himself, a predator tasting the scent of his prey."There is no escape this time," he whispered. "My little siren."*Royal Mansion, Playroom"Evelyn!" an elderly maid burst into the playroom, scowling. "Did you spill tea on someone again? Olivia will not be happy!"Jo blinked, jolted out of her thoughts.Olivia again? That was the third time she’d heard the name.Curiosity burned in her chest."W
Bewildered by the sudden declaration, Jo took a few steps back. She could feel herself palpitate as her body released an extra gush of adrenaline. Queen? She pondered to herself. ‘You are married to Dante?’, Jo heard herself speak, her body no longer under her control. Oliva’s pretty honey-coloured eyes gazed at her oddly, her lips lop siding for a fraction of second. ‘I am. You must be very close to my husband to call him by his first name’, a hint of challenge was present in the queen’s voice.‘I- I met the Alpha King under extraordinary circumstances. Please pardon my rude manners, my queen’, Jo curtsied before her and kept her head down. Finally.‘Rise Jolene’, Oliva commanded as she observed the girl closely. She was not cowering in her presence like other werewolves did. She had Alpha’s blood in her after all. ‘You are very well spoken. I have been meaning to change the entrance rules for a while now. Susan, remove the endurance point requirement for the warrior training from
The encounter with Olivia left a bitter test in her mouth. Jo was finally back to her room after a long hard day. Olivia paraded her with the noble ladies around the mansion to lunch, dinner and all the other discussions all day long. She was not even sure why she was being included and so suddenly? Jo learnt that most of the noble women had high ranked husbands in the royal kingdom. Except for Veronica, the short, bobbed hair who was a widow. It was a tradition in the royal kingdom that widows were supposed to keep their hair short as an honour to their dead mate. Jo wondered why she never remarried, especially by the type of glances she was throwing at Don earlier at the canopy. Jo heaved heavily as she sat on the bed thinking about her day. It tired her easily. She had asked for her novel back from Daya. Right now, the girls were taking turns on reading each chapter and today was her turn. Yay!As she opened the book, she read through all the chapters to catch up including the sp
Dante summoned his sand element and made cuffs out of it. Using his wind element next, he cuffed his legs to a huge pillar. Being an Alpha king meant he had all four elemental powers: Ice, fire, sand and wind. Sometimes it was a blessing to possess great powers but sometimes it was a curse. It did, however, take a toll even on his body when he summoned the elements too frequently. But tonight, he needed to. ‘Theo, settle down now’, he reached out to his wolf. His wolf completely took over when Dante was momentarily lost in his thoughts. Before he realised, they were already outside Jo’s room. And the king already knew what his wolf was trying to do.No matter how hard he fought, his wolf’s desire to claim their mate was stronger. But the moment Jo reminded that he was married, it made him to regain his body control. She was right. He was married. Theo was still stirring inside his body, unsettled. Taming an Alpha wolf was not a simple task. Theo had only gone out of control like th
Disclaimer: Spellings errors in Evelyn’s dialogues are intentional. A Lycan? Lucy traced her memories back to her high school days. They were taught about Lycans back then, so why was her memory clouded?Slowly it dawned on her about the rarity of white wolves. She was so lost, appreciating her wolf’s beauty, that the colour of Emery’s furs completely missed her. Only the past Luna Queen, Sarah had white furs. But that was because she was the daughter of the moon goddess.Lycans were once powerful creatures, more than the werewolves. They commanded the werewolf world centuries ago but over time, their reign deteriorated. And when the moon goddess created the four great descendant brothers gifting them each an elemental power, the Lycans were overpowered easily. Now, Lycans were only found in history textbooks. The last one seen was a male Lycan decades ago, so why did she have a Lycan’s distinctive crescent sign on her forehead? Lucy ran behind a tree and shifted back to her human
Moon goddess? Jo knew who she was. Moon goddess was the creator of the werewolves. She was the one responsible for creating mate bonds in the werewolf world. Jo observed the little princess before her eyes, she knew Evelyn was very young and innocent. It was actually quite normal for young children to have imaginary friends and have such vision. The confused siren tried not to think too much about it. Her thoughts wondered off to the wordings in the letter. Trapped in marriage. Vulnerability. Lonely Alpha King. It was haunting her nonetheless to say. How could a young girl envision such a sad and mature themed poem? Evelyn made Jo keep the letter and was already gone. Jo could see a hint of worry in the princess’s eyes as if she could not stay for too long which was odd given that Evelyn liked spending time with her. Or so she assumed. Jo tried to look outside but the blinds were closed. She knew staying in bed and being sad over her mate was not going to really change anything.
Belial. Darkness gathered in Jo's eyes and filled it. She quivered thinking about his name. Belial was incredibly powerful from when Jo remembered last. Five years ago, he nearly captured her with his dark powers when she slipped through his fingers, by chance. She had hoped the Demon king would have moved on but clearly not. He had sent out his right hand again. Was it to capture her or for something else? The moment she caught the scent of the ominous scent, she knew Belial was back walking on the earth and not in hell, where he truly belonged. The scent was faint but definitely there. Was Belial at the no-man's border? Because the demon's world was connected to this world through a portal. Same went for the fairy kingdom and some of the other mythical creatures. The only supernatural beings that resided on earth were werewolves and vampires. Jo’s hand instinctively touched her face. The demon king tried to mark her once, against her will. She defended herself at that time but
The dream returned.Same shore. Same call. Her feet drifted forward without thinking, the cool sand pressing between her toes as that sound—faint and familiar—drew her in. It was gentle, almost like a lullaby, but there was something sad buried in it. Like someone was calling her... and missing her at the same time.The waves rolled slowly and steady, their rhythm syncing with the tight, quiet thud of her heart.And then—suddenly—the light broke through.It wasn’t warm or cold. It was blinding. A pure white form emerged from the waves, and as Jo blinked against the glow, a figure began to shape.Someone familiar. Someone long gone.But before she could name them—before she could scream or fall to her knees—the dream shattered, pulling her back into darkness.Jo woke with a soft gasp, her body tangled in sheets, her heart racing like a war drum. The dream lingered like salt on her lips as if she really was just at the ocean, blinded by the light.What were these dreams? And why did th
Jo exhaled slowly, her voice a low murmur.“I don’t know why it failed.”Evie blinked. “You mean… it wasn’t Victor?”Jo’s eyes flicked to the firelight, shadows dancing over her scarred cheek. “I gave it everything I had. My intentions were real—raw, even. I didn’t walk into that chamber planning to lie, and I wasn’t afraid of the truth. That Goblet should’ve accepted us.”Sarah studied her carefully. “But it didn’t.”“No,” Jo said softly. “It didn’t.”The former Queen tilted her head. “So… you think it was him?”“I don’t know.” Jo leaned forward, bracing her elbows on her knees. “That’s the part that haunts me. Maybe it was Victor. Maybe it was me. Maybe it was both of us carrying too many secrets, too much shame. The Goblet doesn’t care about feelings—it cares about truth.”Sarah’s voice was quieter now. “Do you regret it?”Jo’s eyes sharpened. “No.”The room held its breath.“I don’t regret what I gave him. Or what I told him. I meant every word. Even the parts that scared me,” she
Jo had been wandering the hallways of the demon kingdom, lost in her thoughts, when she found herself outside Victor's room. She hadn’t planned on visiting him, but something drew her to the door. She hesitated, her hand hovering just above the handle. She could sense something was wrong. The air around the door felt thick with a strange energy, almost suffocating.She heard a low, pained whimper from inside. Her heart clenched.Victor? Without thinking, Jo pushed the door open and stepped inside.The room was shrouded in darkness, but it wasn’t just the absence of light. This darkness felt alive, pulsating, almost like it was breathing. And there, in the middle of it, was Victor, doubled over in pain, his hands clutching his head.“Victor!” Jo’s voice trembled with concern as she rushed to his side. She could see his body trembling, sweat glistening on his brow. He looked up at her, his eyes a mixture of pain and something else—fear.“Jo…stay back,” he managed to gasp out between brea
Jo sat stiffly on the edge of the opulent bed, her gaze fixed on Belial. The dim light filtering through the heavy curtains cast long shadows across the room.Belial's presence suddenly became commanding, his dark armor and intense gaze making the room feel even colder. There was only seriousness in the air now.He took a deliberate step closer to Jo, his voice dropping to a low, grim tone. "There is something you need to understand about the demon kings, Jolene. Victor killed Hades because his madness turned to the point of no return. Hades wanted Sea kingdom's most precious weapon, and Victor had a change of heart after meeting you. However, I am now worried about what this means for Victor.The madness is a truth that haunts every ruler who sits upon the throne of the underworld."Jo’s heart quickened, her thoughts racing as she tried to grasp the gravity of Belial’s words. "What are you talking about? What truth?"Belial’s eyes, sharp and unwavering, met hers. "The madness. Every d
Victor stared at Jo dangerously. If looks could kill, Jo would be six feet deep already. Before the siren could decently cover herself in front of the crowd that was now gathering, Victor snapped his fingers, and instantly the warrior next to her started grasping for air, his hands around his neck as if something invisible was choking him, robbing him of air. 'Victor, stop', the siren pleaded for the warrior who she knew was probably a victim of Pat's evil plan. 'Fuck this Jo', the demon king mumbled. 'You care about this warrior so much?'. Jo knew it was a wrong move because the warrior's body suddenly went still. She knew he was dead, so she dared not look at the body lying next to her. Tears were welling up in her eyes, this was not how she imagined her 18th birthday to have been celebrated. Damn it. She did not even want to have a celebration in the first place. 'Everyone who dares lay their eyes on my soon-to-be bride will have it ripped out of their socket. OUT!', Victor
Victor did not know when and how this has happened but Jo was the only one he could think of every single day. Before he even realised, he had fallen hard for the siren. Jo’s voice that sounded like melodies had drawn Victor to her, and he had fallen for her enchanting voice, her vibrant red hair, and the way her eyes held the depths of the ocean. But now, as Victor’s words echoed through the night, Jo’s world shattered. His confession hung heavy in the air, like a curse that could never be undone. He had killed his own father—the reigning demon king— Jo’s voice trembled as she whispered, “Why, Victor? Why would you do such a thing?” His eyes, once filled with tenderness, now bore the weight of guilt. “Because I love you, Jo. More than my own life. The former King Hades had ordered me to kill the entire royal family of the sea world on the day we were supposed to be married.” Jo’s heart clenched. 'Why would Hades want such thing and to wait till the wedding day? If he wanted to, he
The island was chilly and breezy. Jo looked around and realised she was alone again. And then she heard that serenading sound that had been calling for her, yearning for her and haunting her. She wanted to know where it was coming from. It sounded so eerily familiar like she had heard it before. As she felt the soft shoreline sand beneath her bare foot, she knew she was getting close to that sound. It was coming from inside the Islands. But every time she tried to get closer, she would always…………Jo woke up panting. She had the same dream again. Ever since Belial’s attack, she had been having the same recurring dream of a serenading sound calling for her. But every time she tried to get close to it, she would wake up. Damn her luck.Not wasting any more time, she quickly got up and checked today’s date on a nearby table calendar. Her heart sank realizing that the day of the fairies’ departure was getting closer and closer. They were leaving in three days. It almost felt like a part of
'Marriage?', Lucy repeated her mate's words. Perhaps she misheard because none of this was making sense. Caleb massaged his temples and tried to maintain a calm posture. This was not like Caleb at all. He has always been the goofy type, and it felt weird to see him all so serious. 'Yes. Unfortunately, most Alphas have arranged marriages with other pack leaders to bring strong alliances, keep pure lineages, and build long-lasting relationships. I have been sworn to marry the daughter of Alpha Ramos from the Fawn pack'. Caleb chose his words carefully, knowing this would not be taken well.'Well, have a happy marriage life. I hope you have strong pups. Don't you dare dirty the pure Alpha lineage by considering someone like me, "Lucy said sarcastically and turned to walk away when Caleb yanked her right into his arms.'I don't care about the lineage, not one bit. You could be a vampire for all I care, and I would still love you and let you suck all of my blood', Caleb's words were makin
Suddenly there was no more running.No more sleeping with one eye closed.It was safe now. ...Jo slowly tried opening her eyes, she was finally discharged from the pack hospital and back to her guest room. Dante had been busy with his meetings and tightening the pack borders, but he would try his best to check in on her. She blushed thinking about the kiss they shared under the dome. Nothing more has happened ever since. Dante has really been respectful of her boundaries and giving her space.Jo was still walking on eggshells, not sure if this is really meant to be. Dante was married and that was the biggest barrier to everything right now. Even if he did not love Olivia or see her as his wife, they were still lawfully wedded. And Jo was pretty sure, Olivia would not take the news of her being Dante's fated mate well. Or maybe she already knew? Jo could not tell.At least she did not have to pretend with Dante anymore about being an omega. Infact, their mate bond was growing ever