"Sorry? I'm just mad at you," she said, giving him a slight push. "Okay, I will clear up all your complaints now." Altan took her hand, pulled her towards him, and placed his lips on hers. Esen felt as if time had stopped. It was her first kiss, the first real one. For the first time, she felt the touch of a man in her life. He held her tightly, as if he wanted to make sure she would not get away from him, and he kissed her with intensity and passion that made it difficult for Esen to breathe. The moment he put his tongue into her mouth, she melted. ****** After the War of Dark with Omicron Wolf Kendrick Lucas, True Alpha Alparic O'Connor had imprisoned him somewhere and only three people knew the key to his release, Gamma Kai Liam, Mirror Wolf Isabella Osiris and the True Alpha Alparic himself. As every war has an end, so did this one. As a result of this battle, the Gravefur Pack suffered the loss of their leader. However, the Vanara Pack seemingly desired to prolong this war yindefinitely, thus they joined forces with the Dark Shadow Coven and humans to develop a highly dangerous virus that posed a threat to the entire world. Unbeknownst to them, the release of Omicron wolf Kendrick Lucas had the potential to give rise to the birth of the Wizard Wolf in Nagosia forest, where the moon possesses the ability to bring about transformation.
View MoreIn the darkness of the night, Emily's grandmother, Ms. Anastasia, slowly takes her steps and enters the confines of Saintmau without caring for her life. She knows that the way back from here is very difficult and may be impossible, but to protect her granddaughter, she could step into Saintmau a thousand times. She could have risked her life a thousand times to save her from the werewolf.She was treading carefully through the streets of Saintmau in the moonlight, lest she step on the grave of a Vargulf werewolf who haunted the town at night.The stories of the Vargulf had been passed down for generations, and while some dismissed them as mere superstition, others believed in their existence. She had heard in the stories that the witches of Saintmau had died and the Vargulf werewolves had been trapped beneath the soil. Their bodies twisted and contorted into grotesque forms.They had been cursed by True Alpha Alparic, who sought to punish them for their wicked deeds. As she continued
Coven House was dark and cold inside, with only red lights burning everywhere as if fires were lit in the middle of every room. The air was thick, hot, and stank of blood, clinging to everything like a mist. It wasn't something that could be wiped away by water – the scent remained even though someone bathed after. It was so strong one could almost taste it when they breathed. This coven was the stronghold of the Dark Shadow Coven, which, like the Gravefur Pack, was based on the East Coast.The Dark Shadow Coven has several ranks within specific positions, among Moroi vampires, that they earn through respect and deeds within vampire society. The Ace vampire is the Alpha of the vampire society, the Pawn vampire keeps the coven clean and tidy, the Knight vampire is the assassin of the coven because they usually turn to dust, the Rook vampire is the leading warrior of the coven, and the Bishop vampire is the healer of the coven as their blood increase healing in other vampires. Dhampir v
Altan was wiping Esen's tears, who was crying badly, into his shoulder when Zeta Eli came up to him and whispered into his ear, "Alpha Altan, tonight is our meeting with Ace Christ of Strigoi Grave Risen Coven. Don't forget that."Zeta Eli's words ran through his mind in a jumble, and he remembered his meeting tonight with the Ace of Strigoi Grave Risen Coven. The meeting was going to help Alpha Altan get an edge on his rivalry with the Vanara Pack, a chance for the Alpha to gain a stronger foothold over the other pack leaders."No, I mean, I remember this meeting," he said while looking at Esen's face. He can't leave her in this situation.At the question of Zeta Eli, Esen looked up at Altan, still crying a little. She was looking straight into his eyes with determination. He could see the fire burning in them, even though her eyes were still puffy from crying. She needed support in times like these. She was too strong to cry all alone. But he knew better than anyone else about how i
Pawns are decorating the coven house with red curtains and flowers. They're getting ready for a wedding. There will be cake and wine, and they will sing. Everyone will have fun, and everyone will remember this wedding in their memories. However, it is not the kind of fun that people enjoy on a regular basis anymore. They are preparing to celebrate something very special. Something that no one has celebrated in hundreds of years. A celebration that has only come once every millennium in history."Why have they all started working early this morning? The wedding is in the evening," Rook Theia asked, seeing all the pawns working."There is something more important in this coven than your marriage, Theia," said Bishop Eloise. "And why do you make such a noise when you wake up in the morning?""Rook Theia," she said, repeating her name."Your whole life is to be spent reminding others of your name," said Bishop Eloise with a sarcastic laugh."Whatever, bitch. I don't want to argue with yo
That evening, she came out of Emily's house alone, with a storm of thoughts in her mind. She did not know when she reached Nagosia forest. The same trees, the same wind, and the same moon were in the sky. Nothing had changed here except for the weather.The air smelled fresh, the rain washed clean by the gentle wind. She walked past it as if it were a dream and kept walking until she was close to the water. She could see the reflection of the moon on the surface of the water, a little island where no one dared to tread for fear of drowning.She sat on the ground and leaned against the trunk, looking at the moon reflected on the ripples. The water smelled good, and she took off her shoes. She put one foot in the water and kept the other on the bank. She felt herself sinking into meditation, reflecting on her emotions and calming her mind.Despite the peace, she did not feel completely at ease. Instead, there was a sense of unease in her stomach that made her uncomfortable. Tears fell f
After Lowell left, Ms. Anastasia sat and cried by Emily's body for a while. Her crying face looked like a ghost in the white light of the room. She was in her nightgown, hair wild, and clothes rumpled from the crying fit that had followed his abrupt departure. The tears she had shed only minutes ago felt fresh on her cheeks. She had been through so much already – loss, death, pain… all for nothing.Why now? What good had come of it all after twenty years of trying to build a life where she could be happy with her and where her granddaughter would never know the pain she was experiencing now?The tears came again, as if some invisible force were squeezing her heart and making her lungs burn. Her whole body shook from the effort of keeping them down, but there was no escaping the pain. She then got up and took out the cake from the fridge. "Look at these red mooncakes, you liked them a lot. Today, I have brought a special one for you. Happy birthday, Emily, my darling. Eat this.""You d
"You make me feel this," she whispered. "How do you do that?" Emily asked Lowell as her hands came up to hold his face while he kissed her again. This time, she didn't stop him. She melted into him, feeling his breath on her neck as they broke apart, panting softly for breathless moments.The kiss had been so long and hard; the taste of each other still lingered on their tongues, though the heat of the moment had faded. He was just too damn good at kissing her, even after all the years of dating. His fingers trailed down the side of her jaw, tracing it before trailing down her neck and chest, to rest on her heart.She looked so beautiful, and her eyes were the kind of green that reminded him of the sea on a clear day. The green was such a stark contrast to her pale skin, though he couldn't help but think she looked more like the sun than the moon when she smiled. He pressed a kiss there before kissing her again. When she opened her eyes, she was shining with excitement and anticipatio
She was looking at the window while holding her breath and without blinking. It was not a human but a shadow of a wolf. A werewolf. The moon was bright enough to show the outline, and she could see all its fangs. It was standing up on its hind legs to get closer to the glass. And its eyes... its eyes were red and bloodshot, but they glinted in the light, like stars.No, like blood, like red blood pumping through a vein as fast as it can. Blood doesn't glow in the dark or reflect the light when it hits water, so the wolf was probably lying about being a werewolf and not just drunk from the nearest stream. Her heart was beating so loudly she wondered if she could hear it through the wall.Due to fear and dread, her condition started to deteriorate. The drops of sweat on her forehead started shining like white pearls. She had been holding her breath for some time now. Her lungs burned from holding back too much air, and it was getting difficult to inhale deeply. She was afraid that if ev
"Where are you going now?" Emily asked her Gran as she watched her go out in the evening. She had gotten tired and came from the police station a while ago, and was sitting on the sofa eating peanuts. Her hair was blonde like the sky at sunset when you're out in the fields, and she was wearing dark jeans and a light green turtleneck that matched her eyes. Seeing her grandmother suddenly getting ready to go somewhere, she asked. Her eyes weren't focusing on the TV, and she ate peanut shells with one hand."It's just very important work that I have to finish, which I'm going to get done," Ms. Anastasia said, quickly putting on her sweater and urging her to close the door before leaving."Well, I will keep it closed, but where are you going?" She repeated her question and almost walked behind her."Saintmau," Ms. Anastasia replied."Shall I go with you?" she suddenly asked Ms. Anastasia."No, there is no need. Sit here comfortably and close the door well. I'm not a 17-year-old girl who's
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