LOGINZephyra
When I opened my eyes, I thought I would find myself drowning again but I was no longer inside the water. I wasn’t even sure if I was still alive because where I was didn’t look like any place I was familiar with. Just ahead of me, there was a giant heavy door and I was in a line with people in white clothes who wanted to make it into that door. Could this be the heavens? Or was I dreaming? There was no way I was dreaming because I couldn’t have possibly survived that heavy waterfall. The line moved a little and I followed the others as they stepped forward, even though my entire body was in pain. "Wake up, you slave. It is time for you to be useful," a voice shouted. I looked around to see who had spoken, but no one else seemed to have heard it— it felt like I was the only one hearing that voice. Slave? I am not a slave. I am a princess and my father was an Alpha. Why would anyone call me that? Maybe I heard wrong and no one really said anything. The line moved forward again and my feet dragged across the cold ground. “Wake up now!” A stronger, deeper voice ordered. The moment I blinked again, I found myself in a different place and I realized I was having a hard time breathing. As I tried to take a breath, I coughed up the water that had been stuck in my throat. Water dripped down from my hair and covered my face as I glanced around, trying to figure out where I was. I was in a large bath tub filled with water….. This was someone’s home and not mine. Turning to my right, I saw two older women standing over me, watching me as if I were a lost animal they wanted to take care of. One had black curly hair that framed her face, and the other had straight brown hair that reached her shoulders. “How long do you plan to sleep?” the woman with black hair asked. Her voice was far from gentle. I stared at her, completely confused and then I looked down only to realize I was naked. Why wasn’t I wearing any clothes? What had happened to me? Overwhelmed by embarrassment, I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to cover my breasts. “We will make so much money from this one,” the black haired woman said to the other. “She’s pretty enough for the Lycan King.” Lycan King? What did they mean by that? My eyes opened wide as it finally occurred to me that I wasn’t in my world anymore….. I was far away from home. “Get out of the bath and get dressed,” the brown haired woman ordered. My voice came out shaky. “Please… tell me… where am I? And…who are you? How did I get here?” I didn’t understand what was happening but I knew that I wasn’t dead and I survived when I shouldn’t have. The black haired woman stepped closer and grabbed my chin so roughly, it hurt. “If you think you’re dead, forget it, you’re alive,” she snapped. “We saved you from the water and took care of you.” Save me? But why did it feel more like they caught me instead? She let go of my chin and looked me up and down with cold eyes. “And as for who we are? We’re traders. We sell slaves like you to the highest bidder, but you’re special,” she stated before her lips turned into a mean smile. “Your beauty got you to the best place and you’ll serve in the Lycan King’s palace. Honestly you should consider yourself lucky.” My entire heart shattered. Lucky? I just escaped death and now I was being sold as a slave. The woman with the black hair turned to a servant standing at the corner and gave her a command. “Get her ready, they’re waiting,” she said without looking back. The servant moved closer to me and forcefully pulled my hands away from my body so she could bath me. I knew better than to fight with her because I didn’t know where I was and I had no strength of my own. ……. The next thing I knew, I was in a car. The women from earlier drugged me so I wouldn't see where they were taking me too. As my eyes opened, the car was already moving and I couldn’t help but notice it was similar to the one my father used to own. Two men sat in front, one was driving and the other sat beside him while they spoke quietly. I was alone in the back seat, with my hands tied up. They must have realized that I was awake because they stopped talking the moment one of them turned around to look at me. After a long silent ride, we reached a place with the tallest gates I had ever seen. They were golden, covered in strange symbols. Guards stood on both sides and when they saw us, they opened the gates without asking questions. However, I had questions…like where was I? Why was I being taken as a slave? If this was the moon goddess’s plans for me, she should have just let me die instead of bringing me back to life. As we entered the city, it felt like stepping into a completely different universe. The beauty of this place was unlike anything I had ever witnessed before. This must be Eboncrest…. I overheard those women who took me in, talking about sending me here to serve the Lycan King. My father once told me about this place. Eboncrest is the capital of Thyrenna, a Lycan city that is famous for its power and ruthlessness. I had never seen it with my own eyes until now. “Come down, slave,” a deep voice said. My body jumped at the sound of his terrifying voice. As soon as he opened the door, I stepped out carefully with my feet bare on the ground and then I studied my surrounding. The streets were really spacious and tidy, with tall buildings that seemed to stretch all the way up to the sunny sky. Some people walked proudly in their beast forms, while others strolled in their human forms as they looked at me strangely. I was scared, but not as much as I should have been, it was strange. Maybe it was because I had already lost everything. I lost my right to rule, my mate and the people I called family. “Follow me,” the man said as he untied my hands. I nodded and walked behind him. His legs were long, and I had to almost run to keep up with his movements. My heart pounded, not from fear, but from the unknown because I didn’t know what to expect. We reached a grand mansion that was bigger than anything I had ever seen….. if I didn’t know better, I would have called it a castle. Bright lights shone everywhere and guards were also stationed around. No wonder they called this place the capital city of Thyrenna, the protection here was tight and the beauty was something that couldn’t be bought anywhere else. A tall woman with long blonde hair came towards us with no smile on her face. Everything about her was cold. “Nysha,” the man beside me called her name as he stopped walking and looked at her. “Get her ready. She will serve the King tonight,” he said. Nysha bowed her head slightly. “Yes, my lord.” He didn’t give me another glance since I was nothing but a product to him. He left me alone without another word. “Follow me, slave. We don’t have much time,” Nysha said. I obeyed her and moved my feet even though I was in so much pain but I couldn’t complain. Even if I was hurt, I couldn’t make myself look fragile in front of anyone here. We entered a large room filled with clothes, perfumes, and shining mirrors. I was washed again and my hair was dried. Nysha took out a simple floral dress and handed it to me. “Put this on,” she ordered. My fingers shook as I dressed without saying anything to her and she also didn’t speak to me. She just watched me like if I made the wrong move, she would kill me. My stomach cried for food but I did not think anyone here cared if I had eaten or not. Nysha braided my long brown hair and added some ornament that sparkled under the light. If I was just a slave, why did I need to be dressed so beautifully? When she was done, she stepped back and looked at me. “Listen carefully,” she said. “Tonight, you will serve the Lycan King and you will do everything he tells you to. Never say no. If you want to live, you must obey his every command.” My heart dropped to my stomach. “I… I don’t understand,” I whispered. Nysha’s eyes grew colder. “The King hates disobedience,” she continued. Then she asked me one question that caught me off guard. “Are you a virgin? I hope not. The King doesn’t like inexperienced women.” I wasn’t expecting her to say anything like that to me and I felt my cheeks burning up from embarrassment. I opened my lips to speak but nothing came out.“You still didn’t die?” Naya spits on the floor. “Too bad. I was hoping the big bad Lycans would finish what we started.”I step forward before I can stop myself, hands already reaching for her throat but Theron’s arm slides around my waist, pulling me back against him. His touch is calm and steady through the bond, but it doesn’t silence the beast inside me that wants me to kill her. “Eryc will have you dead before you know it!” Naya screams. “It won’t be long before your own alpha does the same to you!”Theron’s grip tightens. “Get her out of here.”She doesn’t have the information we need. She doesn’t seem to know a thing about Eryc’s real endgame or who he might be answering to. She truly believes he’s the mastermind, which makes sense because Eryc wouldn't trust someone as stupid as Naya with the truth. She’s just another pawn who thinks she matters.We watch from the balcony as they release her at the palace gates. Naya doesn’t even look back. She shifts into her scruffy tawny
“Stop holding back,” Khaisha hisses. Her eyes glow with her Lycan just under the surface. “You’re so afraid of what you might do that you’re letting yourself lose. That’s why they’ll always see you as weak, Zephyra.”The word weak hits me like a slap.It drags up every memory I’ve tried to bury. The Stoneheart cells, the floggings, and the nights I had to beg for scraps of love that no one ever gave me. Something inside my chest snaps.The anger surges, and every part of my body goes hot. I lunge forward, pushing her off. This time, she’s the one on the floor. My hands fly to her throat, and she grabs my wrists as I squeeze, cutting off her air. “I’m not weak!” A growl rips from my lips.Khaisha’s face turns a deep red, splatters of saliva leaving her lips. “No shit!” she manages to choke out, then drives her knee up into my stomach.I groan and collapse beside her, releasing her neck. She rolls away coughing and laughing at the same time. “That was so close. You almost made Sky an o
Zephyra I’m running through trees that don’t belong to any forest I’ve ever known. The ground feels soft and moist, like water is trying to swallow my feet with every step I take.Ahead, I feel something waiting. I close my eyes for a second, and when I open them, I’m standing in front of my old house at Stoneheart. The bright green door is peeled just like I remember it, and the porch lights are flickering like they’re about to die. It sends shivers down my spine. Even knowing this is a dream, the fear is real.The door creaks open by itself, and I find myself walking into the darkness inside. “No,” I try to shout, but I can’t move or make a sound.Inside, I spot a tall figure wrapped in crimson shadows standing in the corner where my bedroom used to be. It doesn’t have a face. Only a silhouette that seems to swallow the light and the twisted part is that I know it's been waiting for me. Like a puppet on a string, my body moves toward it. Instead of fighting, I stay still, doing
TheronZephyra mutters in her sleep while I watch her. It’s the first bit of peace we’ve had in weeks since every day lately seems to bring new trouble.She rolls away from me, her hair spilling across the pillow to cover half her face. The tips of her dark strands are turning red now, like blood slowly soaking through. I wonder how long until it reaches the roots.‘She’s changing,’ Grimm says, his voice uncharacteristically quiet.‘I know.’ It’s unlike anything I’ve seen. I’m familiar with how the Cursed are supposed to look, and they don’t just transform like this. They aren't usually this volatile. It makes me think back to what Anya said about the Crimson-born. How they just might have more to them. Grimm agrees with the book. Jareth doesn’t know what to believe, and Zephyra only gets angrier every time we mention that black book. I hate keeping things from her, but with her constant breakouts, silence feels like the only way to keep the palace standing. ‘She’ll only break more
Well, what was the darned demand? I groan quietly when I see the page is torn, so I turn again, hoping to find something useful.“As punishment, a Queen of the Crimson Moon was no longer given to Zhodin after he killed the first maiden for his sacrifice of long life. Consequently, the Lycans' lives were cut short. With every Crimson Moon Queen’s life he consumed, the Lycans suffered shorter lives while he lived longer. A life for a life.”My eyes go wide. This was the curse? This is why their lives keeps getting shortened drastically? Does anyone else even know about this? Back at Molbor, we were just told the Lycans were cursed. No one ever explained why.“The last Queen shall come at a later day. Not created at a maiden age, but will take the form of a pup just birthed and still covered in its mother’s—”The sentence cuts off. The page is gone. Ripped out clean.“No, no, no…” I sit up straighter, frustration bubbling up. “Who the hell tears out the important parts?” I hiss under my
Anya House arrest is dreadfully boring. I’ve counted the cracks in the walls three times. I’ve memorized every ugly flower on the curtains. I’ve even timed how long it takes before I get thirsty again after drinking a full glass of water.I hate the quiet. Quiet makes me think, and thinking is dangerous when you’ve spent years trying to go home only to realize you aren't powerful enough to be accepted. There are only so many ways a person can sit, stand, and breathe before their mind starts to rot. I’m done with the silence.I push myself up and walk over to the window. Pressing my forehead against the glass, I stare down at the palace grounds ahead and just out of here. Everything is perfect—neat lawns, straight paths, flowers all in their proper rows. It makes my skin crawl. I need noise. I need something to do with my hands before my mind starts picking apart every single choice I’ve made since I stepped foot in this kingdom.Walking out of my temporary home, I follow the tarmac p
Theron “Show your respect to the moon goddess,” the head priest of Eboncrest, Priest Jeff, says. He has said these words to kings before me, and if the elders have their way, he will say them to kings long after I am gone. I lower myself to my knees before him, while the elders stand in a wide
Zephyra Ever since the unfortunate incident at Camala’s gathering, I’ve been sulking. I barely speak to myself or to Roxy, because somewhere deep inside, I’m convinced it was all my fault. Blaming myself when things go wrong is something I’ve always done. It feels natural, almost necessary, eve
I don’t like the direction this is going. I don’t want to believe her. “If my body had been tampered with,” I shake my head, “I would know.” “You don’t even know how your real mother died,” she continues, her voice edged with worry. “And you struggled to remember your last name when the healer as
My fingers twitch, wanting to clutch at my dress, but I resist. Roxy warned me not to appear fragile, not to show weakness or they would never respect me. But how am I supposed to look strong when my chest feels hollow and my pulse won’t settle? “I greet you all on behalf of my lady,” Roxy says







