“Your woman in someone else’s arms.” He whispered, blazing his envy with this sentence.The thought alone blinded him. “This can’t be.” He scowled, breaking the railing, smearing it badly, slapping his hand away. “I refused to believe it.” He muttered under his breath.“What a lovely embrace, don’t you think?” He laughed, loving his reaction of fury, running his hand in his hair out of stress.“Did it pinch your heart? Perhaps, burned it in envy?” He asked, taking a step toward him.But, curling his hands in a tight fist, he glared at the couple down, declaring, “Don’t vex, this won’t last long.” “Really?” Breathing out, he tried to provide himself with equanimity but failed, his mind cannot eradicate this image. “She is retained to be mine.” He growled.Moving back, steps retreating and left with a swear he gave to himself.“I will ensure it.” Back before Laire and Zadicus were talking.Persephone and Kriss were walking silently, taking a survey of the preparations being done f
The soldiers were on stride, going towards their destination to meet the enemy for the war.They continued to walk for days, weeks passed by with no sign of the enemy but they were prepared with their army to face them. “We will set the camp here for tonight.” Kriss ordered, getting down from his white horse as they were setting things up to stay in the forest.“Yes, His Highness.” With a bow, everyone began to sit down and rest for the night before continuing their exhausting journey.“What is the size of the enemy's troupe?” Kriss asked.“From my estimation, minimum five thousand and maximum ten.” Persephone exhaled deeply.She was worried to the core as they had six thousand in total and the odds and comparison was not fair under all circumstances.“But our people are more skilled, We need better planning if we want to confront their numbers.” Kriss breathed out.Everyone nodded in agreement as they were looking at the map of Fier, the unit commanders were present to discuss what
“Don’t forget the true reason why I am sending you there, Tristan.” “Don’t worry, Brother. I am with you.” Tristan remembered what Zadicus told him, sitting on top of a cliff, staring at Chester’s army. Speaking to himself, “That’s right… Go and work for us.” To Chester’s Army. “Where is Tristan?” The army head, Gray asked his second man. “You know him, Chief, that man doesn’t listen to anyone.” He sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. “He has to. Our whole army is dependent on him.” Gray said strictly. He didn’t want to fathom what could happen if he didn’t aid them. This whole journey would be meaningless. “I know, Sir but we must trust him.” He reasoned as this is their only option. “Send them a message. Let him know we are reaching Javer. He must join us soon.” He sighed, frowning deeply because of each step. Fearing is reaching his heart. “We won’t be able to survive this attack if he wouldn’t be here.” Gray mumbled, swallowing hard to think if he met him, Thin
Tristan heard the sound of the sirens from afar, a devilish smirk forming over his lips.Licking his lips in thrill, he curled his hand to control himself, witnessing the initiation of their war. Humming to spectate the glorious sight, “So it finally started, hmm?” “Where the hell is Tristan?” Gray asked, panicking at this moment.“He is not here yet.” The man responded, holding his sword with a trembling hand.“I guess we have no choice but to fight.” Gray muttered.Running towards the enemy as well to encourage his people to move forward.He was the General after all, if he wavered once, his team will as well.“What if their prince is the White Death?” The man asked.“That is absurd. There is no power among the royalty. There has to be someone else.” Gray replied.“Go, Men!” Shouted, they also began to run forward.“Persephone. Azen.” Kriss ordered.“Yes, His Highness.” With a nod they both parted.Persephone went to the left and Azen right.Kriss moved his sword in the air and mo
“This has to be a sick joke.” Persephone breathed out, turning her head to this creature.“With one blow…?” Even Kriss was taken aback by the intensity of strength.“Zen. Randall. You guys go too. I underestimate these creatures. I will handle the land.” Kriss said, voice fading.He cannot believe they had this upper hand with them to disturb the title holders, taking away an immense portion of their army.“Yeah! Take that!” Gray yelled, attacking his enemies.“I am commanding all five title holders to prioritize these cyclops and eliminate them first.” Kriss ordered, jaw clenching in fury.Fuming with rage, he began to attack the enemies, killing anyone who dared to come near, maintaining the land as others. All the archers helped Kriss along with fighters, leaving the cyclops to title holders and focusing on the army approaching them.“My Lady?” Colt called but Alaiya forced herself to get up.“I cannot rest right now. I have gained enough power.” She breathed out. “No-” “Shut up
“Please, you need rest, His Highness.” A medic said, holding Kriss who inhaled deeply after regaining his posture. Standing upforth in his shining armor, ready to face the upcoming ordeals with a firm image. “I told you, I will not stop.” Kriss replied, holding his sword again, walking forward again to join his people. He was the in-charge, he must stay, he must fight till the end. “You have literally eliminated more than half of the enemy on your own. Please, let us do the rest.” The medic called worriedly, going after him but he refused to listen. They were worried he might affect his organ by this but he cannot bear to stand back and witness. “Don’t tell me what to do.” He ordered coldly, going to join the fight. The title holders noticed Kriss coming. They were displeased at his action knowing he needed rest but refused. “Tsk, he is coming.” Persephone muttered, killing her opponent, glancing over him. “Better finish this up before he becomes.” Zen suggested. Knowing h
“Do it, then.” Tristan said with no expression on his face, knowing nothing could graze his skin. Before Kriss could launch an attack to kill Tristan and give him the judgment he thinks befitting for walking on a depraved path, a piercing large blade-like attack came. “I praise your audacity.” A deep husky voice came, halting Kriss’ actions in motion by the intensity of the power. Cracking the ground in two pieces to maintain a fair distance, to show the border line. The man in the mighty black robe, long boots and messy hair came. “To touch my brother.” Ending his sentence, everyone was taken aback by his presence. But asserting dominance comparable with Kriss came as two extreme powers collided when he came. Breaking the ground, Zadicus stood in front of Tristan dominantly. Staring dead into Kriss eyes with a strict warning, “I dare you to touch my Brother, Kriss.” “I should have known you were the one who spoiled him.” Kriss asked with an empty smile. Narrowing his eyes,
9 Years Ago “Get the hell closet, you little shit!” Azen's furious voice came out, yelling at the young couple running away in the forest. Zadicus and Persephone were running, holding hands as Azen was infuriated at their audacity to kiss in front of Red Rain’s office. “Why does the old man always target me?” Persephone hissed as they were out of his sight. Stopping and turning to each other. “He might have a special hatred towards you.” Zadicus shrugged, wrapping his hand on her shoulder, pulling her close and kissing her cheeks. “Shit, he is coming. Run, Zadicus.” She panted, noticing Azen was coming to teach them a lesson. “You sure love pissing Sir Azen off, don’t you?” He laughed, picking her up and knowing his speed, he ran, holding her. “He is a member of Red Rain, he will beat us to a pulp one day.” He told her but she giggled, wrapping her hands around his neck. Loving how perfect his hands felt on his body. “So what?” She smirked, relaxed in his arms. “Looks like