HE IS REBORN."We will regret this. It is not about the question if we would. We didn't - No - You should have listened when I said we should go forward and search for her." Theresa, one of the midwives - also one of the greatest confessors that ever lived lamented.She sat down on the chair as she entered the room and others followed behind. "I know it is risky." The eldest of the midwives said and continued. "But, we all know that it is just written in the books and we have not seen for ourselves what great calamity would befall us. Maybe the people who came together to write this book see how powerful he is and would not want anyone to wield that kind of power again. Thus, tagging him bad from birth.""I would not say otherwise, but it is written for a reason. If it was never a threat to us all, I don't think they would have agreed to write the book.""Then they should have explained the consequences of leaving that child alive. No stories, only warnings. And if it had happened bef
THE LITTLE BOY The nightcrawlers surrounded the eldest of the nightcrawlers inside their cave. They waited for him to speak up because they are all aware that he would have known about what is going on currently in the forest and with the confessors. "You all expect me to say something about what is going on currently in the confessor's city?" The nightcrawler asked. They all shook their heads and went their way. Deep down they were all scared. What really happened during those times? The nightcrawler sighed and glared at one who didn't want to leave. "What are you waiting for young one?" He didn't speak, yet he continued staring at the nightcrawler. He sniffed the air and at once the old nightcrawler knew something was disturbing him. "Talk young one. I won't sacrifice you." He assured. "The baby ---" "I know. I'm also thinking about what to do here. The baby must not live." "The baby is hours old now. Nothing can kill him as we speak. What about that sword, Elder Dylan?" It ha
EPILOGUE --- AGAIN AND AGAINIt was a whole battle against a male confessor and his clan. The nightcrawlers came together to join forces with all the confessors to eradicate the male confessor once and for all. They all knew, that killing the male confessor is like catching lightning - His armies are might, large and filled with humans, confessors, Lycans, werewolves, and nightcrawlers.Only a few, a very little few are not under his command. They are all bent to his command and are willing to sacrifice themselves for the male confessor. With his mother forcefully beside him, ruling multiple large kingdoms.When he was only but twenty, Dylan decided to kill him, but he was caught. The male confessor commanded that each part of his fingers should be removed every hour, then he would finally be killed when the ten fingers and toes are gone.Dylan removed the leather gloves, revealing his lost fingers. "Damn," Nikki whispered under her breath."I had the power to outrun his army because
THEY MET BY COINCIDENCE AVERY'S POV "You sat there while she insulted mom! Really, father?" I scream, almost raising the roof down after my witch stepmother; lady Beatrice insulted me and my late mother before leaving the room. I call her a step-witch because a mother can't behave this way. All she did ever since the day she got married to my father was to maltreat me. "Calm down, Avery. Beatrice didn't mean it that way. Try to understand her, please," My father sighs while rubbing his forehead. It's a sign he is having a headache. I want to go rub my cheek on his knee and pet him like my mother would do when she was still alive, or get him drugs to use. However, my stubbornness and loyalty to my late mother prevails and I continue. "You say you loved mother and you watch another woman slander her like that. What kind of love is that? Ever since that woman came into our lives, nothing remained the same. I am sick and tired of all these," I glare at him defiantly. "I loved your mo
I WON'T BE SENT AS A SPY AVERY'S POV It's noontime. I stretch lazily on my bed. I just woke up from sleep a few minutes ago. I really needed that rest more than anything. You won't accuse me of being lazy, right? My evil stepmother always stresses me, so how am I not supposed to get tired. I've been having a banging headache. That, I'm sure was as a result of stress. I look at my bedside clock. It's 3pm. There's nothing left for me to do since I finished all my chores before sleeping. Reminiscing on the incident of weeks ago, I sighed for the umpteenth time. I was able to escape without being caught, the story would've been different if he had caught up with me. Who knows, maybe I would be six feet below the ground level now. I forbid that! I don't want to die now. No one, except my best friend, Danika that knows about my encounter with the 'water prince'. That's the pet name I gave him. Well, that's because I chose not to tell anyone but her. If my stepsister, Phillipa knows abo
FATE LED US TOGETHER AGAIN AVERY'S POV I quickly mop the floor. It's my last chore for the day before I go have my rest. I have been here in the pack for a few weeks now. It's not that bad. Being a maid here includes a lot of stress but I can cope. Having to clean a castle as big as this can be strenuous. However, it's more enjoyable than my house. The pack has a serenity I love. It is also a large castle. Infact, the more I stay here, the more I don't miss home. This place has become a home for me in just a few weeks. I miss my father. My anger towards him had waned when I realised how truly he was helpless in this situation. The fields and the horses marvel me. The werewolves live in unity. I love their culture and their way of life even though some are strange to me. What baffles me is why my kingdom is after the werewolves, why they choose to hunt them, even when they live in unity and look harmless. I snap out of my thoughts. "Remember that you were sent here as a spy!" My
I'M DOOMED Avery's POV "What are you doing here?" He asks me in a condescending tone after glaring at me with those deep beautiful eyeballs for more than three minutes. He is sitting on a red sofa in this room that looks like his personal chambers. The interior decor of the room is so sleek and perfect. I wonder how much he must have spent to give it this beautiful expensive decoration. It is so beautiful. He must have loads of money to be able to afford this kind of lifestyle. My legs are aching me already so I kneel backwards for ease. Shit! This uniform is so short. I wonder why they'll give out this kind of uniforms to maids, that's too weird. My creamy laps are of course beautiful but I am not here to sell my body. Won't he think I'm trying to seduce him? Well, it's his mind let him think as he wants. I take my mind off that thought to answer his question. "My name is Avery, my lord. I am one of the maids recently employed to take care of the castle. It is my pleasure to m
CAUGHT IN THE ACT "What was that?" He asks me while he watches the bird fly off. He looks like he wants to snatch the bird from its flight to find out what I just sent. I was taken unawares. How didn't I feel someone at my back? "Ermmm… my lord, I was sending a letter to my parents and my sister. They always love to hear from me every week," I stutter. I hope that I didn't just let my guard down. He stares at me blankly. I try to read the expression on his face, but there seem to be none as it all seemed to have been concealed by him. For the first time in my entire years of existence, I feel nervous and wish that I have the ability to read minds. I wouldn't mind getting into his head and reading his thoughts. "You were sending what messages? Why did you have to send it this late at night?" He finally speak up, and I release the breath I've been holding unknowingly. I've never been this nervous all my life. The moon is reflecting on his hard features now. He isn't smiling. It m