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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
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Fangs Of Rebellion. Chapter One.
SERAPHINA'S P.O.V. The rain fell in heavy droplets, drenching the courtyard. The wind blew past slowly and with it came a chill that whipped through my soaked clothing, causing a shiver to course through my body. I stood at the center of it all, my muscles tensed and my senses alert as I gripped my sword tightly, my knuckles turning white against the familiar weight of the weapon being held by my hands. The rain drops mixed with the beads of sweat that dotted my forehead as I squared my shoulders and readied myself for another round of combat practice. Across from me, Gerald stood with a similar weapon in his hands, and his face wearing an expression of concern. "Seraphina, ease up on your strength," he called out, his voice firm yet gentle. "Remember, it's not always about overpowering your opponent. Control and finesse are equally important." I nodded, acknowledging his guidance but we both knew that I was not going to follow his advice as the urge to release my pent-up f
Fangs Of Rebellion. Chapter Two.
XANDER'S P.O.V. As the cool morning air filled my nostrils and lungs, I let out a triumphant howl and reveled in the independence and relief that only being in my lupine form afforded me. The cool air whipped against my fur, invigorating my senses and reminding me of my wild origins. My heightened senses caught every rustle of leaves, every distant melody of the singing birds, and the fragrance of the forest that permeated my nostrils. The morning’s sun slipped through the branches of the trees, and cast its bright rays on my sleek black fur; this illuminated my fur, causing it to glow and shine as I made my way through the grounds. Alongside Marcus, who kept pace beside me in his own brown coat of fur, I sprinted through the dense forest. Our paws pounded against the earth as we strode through the familiar trails of the forest, and while we did so, we fully embraced the freedom that our wolf forms granted us. As we ran side by side, our movements, which were in sync, hinted
Fangs Of Rebellion. Chapter Three.
SERAPHINA'S P.O.V. As the carriage rolled along the winding road, taking me farther away from the familiarity of my home and closer to the unknown lands of the Shadowmoor kingdom, my mind swirled as feelings of anticipation and trepidation surged through my body. The sunlight streamed through the open window, casting its golden rays across the elegant interior of the carriage. I gazed out, through the window, at the passing countryside, and watched as the lush greenery and vibrant wildflowers whizzed by in a blur. Although my eyes took in the beauty of nature that passed by, my mind was focused on a completely different thing. The fact that my life, in it's entirety, was just a few moments away from unexpected and unplanned change bore on my mind like an heavy weight. As the carriage rattled along the uneven road, my gaze drifted to the horizon as the distant towers of the Shadowmoor Castle came into view. My mind was overcome with a mix of fear and unease at the sight
Fangs Of Rebellion. Chapter Four
SERAPHINA'S P.O.V Silence... There was absolute silence; save for Leana's scandalized gasp alongside that of the court. The silence hung in the air and time seemed to still, stretching into an eternity. It was no hidden fact that my statement had stunned the occupants of the room into quietness. I stood before the imposing figure of Jaxon Grimshaw, King of Shadowmoor kingdom. In the grand throne room of the castle, it dawned on me that I must have seemed like a mere speck of dust to the stately King as he looked upon me from his seat on the magnificent throne. This realization furthered the errant pounding of my heart in likeness to a wild horse's hooves against the ground. Finally, after a seemingly endless pause, the King leaned forward with his fingers steepled beneath his chin. His eyes narrowed as he regarded me, while his voice was measured and calm. "What do you mean by that, young woman?" He asked, "Who are you?" The weight of my revelation hung in t
Fangs Of Rebellion. Chapter Five
SERAPHINA'S P.O.V I stood amidst the blossoming beauty of the garden. As I started to walk through the magnificent space, the lush flowers, their colors bright like vibrant jewels, enveloped and surrounded me in a fragrant embrace. The beauty of the garden was undeniable and much like every other part of the Shadowmoor Castle, it fascinated me. As I walked among the blooms of the castle's garden, surrounded by the beautiful riot of the colorful flowers, I could not help but allow my thoughts drift back to the past few days that I had spent in the Shadowmoor palace. The past few days had been a whirlwind for me. I had tried my best to adapt to my new surroundings, and true to my nature, the walls of the palace had slowly become more familiar. Although, the castle's grandeur still felt foreign and somewhat intimidating and its stone walls seemed to whisper ancient secrets that I was very curious to learn about. In the first three days that I had spent in the palace, I had searched, v
Fangs Of Rebellion. Chapter Six.
SERAPHINA'S P.O.V. I stepped into Shadowmoor Castle's sacred temple and the hallowed ground beneath my bare feet echoed the weight of my footsteps. The soft glow of the evening's moonlight filtered through the open roof, casting a silvery hue upon the ceremony which was about to unfold. From a far corner of the room, five girls stood around a drum, their fingers beating its surface hurriedly. The girls were clothed in wisps of white clothing and drawings of the moon on their chest which indicated their discipleship to the Moon Goddess and her priestess. Their drumming of a wedding match echoed within the walls of the room as my brother led me into the temple. A figure clothed in a dark blue dress and a matching cloak, the colors of the night sky which only the messengers of the Goddess of Moon were allowed to wear, stood at the very centre of the shrine. It was the Shadowmoor Priestess, ready to bind me to Olivia's former betrothed under the ever watchful gaze of the Moon
Fangs Of Rebellion. Chapter Seven.
XANDER'S P.O.V I sat at the side of the table that held the feast, adorned with decorations in celebration of the just concluded wedding ceremony. The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow on the rich tapestries that adorned the walls of the grand ballroom. The ballroom echoed with laughter and the clinking of goblets as the feast and its festivities unfolded. Noble guests, dressed in vibrant clothing and attires, filled the room, their joyous laughter and animated chatter echoing through the air. It was a night of celebration for them; a night meant to mark the union of two kingdoms through my marriage to the princess of Ravenscroft kingdom. The air was thick with the scent of exotic dishes. Amid the merriment, my gaze remained distant as my thoughts wandered far from the festivities. I ensured that my demeanor remained stoic while my eyes scanned the room without any true engagement. Dressed in a regal attire, I was only playing the part of the groom. My heart was
Fangs Of Rebellion. Chapter Eight.
SERAPHINA'S P.O.V. I sat by the ornate mirror in my chambers, absently staring at my reflection as Leana brushed my long, black locks in front of the ornate mirror in my chambers. The morning sun cast a pale glow through the silk curtains, illuminating the chamber; it filtered through the open windows and painted a warm glow of it's gentle hues on my distressed face. The confrontation with the prince lingered in my mind like an unwelcome specter as it did not disappear with my sleep the previous night. In the pale light of dawn, I'd found myself tossing and turning, haunted by the words that the prince had spoken the previous night. The words he spoke lingered like a bitter taste, unraveling my carefully laid plans for our union. Ever since the prince had angrily slammed the door to his chambers behind him, leaving me reeling with shock and anger the night before, I had become tangled in the threads of my own thoughts. The night had been an abyss of sleeplessness, haunt
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