"I'm not getting any good vibes from here. This place is literally giving me creeps man." Connor suppressed a shudder.
"Don't worry I have been here before. It's not as bad as it looks." Darach replied without looking at his brother.
The last time Darach was here he had almost burnt this damn house in his blind rage. He still remembers the day when he came here to know the whereabouts of his mate from this Oracle.
She had looked at him with her lifeless black eyes with sorrow.
'You are late my child she's dead, murdered by her own kin.'
At that moment Darach had felt as if someone had pulled his backbone out of his body. All his life he had waited for his mate and she was taken from him by her own kin. Not taken MURDERED! He was boiling with
Contempt~
Rage~
No matter how many times he begged her to tell him the location of his mate's kin she never uttered a single word. In the end, he even threatened to kill her but she only gave a sadistic smile at his threats as if she found his threats amusing.
Now after centuries Darach was back at the same place to know the whereabouts of the Lycan's missing mates and his sister.
He had nowhere else to go. Oracles were rare, finding them was like finding a needle from a bundle of grass. And even if you find them they are very tricky and a breath away from the madness. Instead of giving an answer to your questions they talk in riddles which will leave you with more questions than answers.
Connor entered the house before him through the old wooden door which was hanging from it's hinged.
It was a small wooden cottage, the inside was covered with dirt, located in the middle of a dark forest. It seemed like it would fall at any moment. There was a small cot in the corner and besides that, there was not even a single piece of furniture or any other belongings in the cottage.
The hair on the back of his neck raised as he got a sense of being watched. Darach turned around only to come face to face with the Oracle.
She was dressed in a clean black gown with not a single dust particle on it but her black hair was a mess as if she had mopped the floor with them.
She looked not a day above twenty-five, a small girl with her young features and beauty. Her black soulless eyes were the only thing that implied her age.
Her eyes were unfocused as if she was glimpsing into another dimension. Suddenly her eyes gained focus again and they narrowed on them.
"The King and his warrior, so determined to slay their people's demons while refusing to face their own." Her voice echoed in the small cottage.
"Oracle we want our sister's location." Connor demanded, ignoring her ramblings.
"Ooh, what a shame... I thought that you wanted your own mate's location." She mumbled looking at Connor with a sorry face.
"Don't play games with me witch! My mate is dead." Connor warned with a low growl.
"Is that what you think? Poor wolf." She gave him a pitted look.
Connor's eyes flashed golden. His body was changing. Darach inserted his claws in his arm, trying to divert his attention.
"Not today Connor! We are here for Lucia." He snarled at his brother. The Oracle's a fool for taunting Connor about his dead mate.
"Lucia... She's been attacked, arm and three ribs broken, lying on grass and bellowing in pain. Poor she-wolf must have messed with someone wicked powerful." Her word was enough to pull Connor out of his rage.
"How can we reach her?" Connor asked but the Oracle ignored him and turned toward Darach.
"I would have killed him for disrespecting me or for simply being a lycan. He's lucky that I owe you, dog. Only if you had come early we could have saved your mate, child." She said with her voice softening at the end, eyes shining with tears.
It was the first time Darach had seen a being like her to show this much emotion. He didn't know if he should be angry at her for bluntly calling him a dog or thankful for her condolences. Beings like her were rumored to be the most vicious fraction of immortals. They rarely show any emotions.
"You lost your mate?" Came Connor's alarmed voice. He had a look of pure terror on his face.
"Go North! Go to the wasteland where the snow is as deadly as hellfire. You'll find them there." She said with a distant look on her face.
Connor was ignored again but this time by both of them.
"Them...? Is that all you're going to tell us?" Darach asked.
One moment she was standing near the door and in the next she was a breath away from Connor, staring at him creepily. It shocked Darach how she moved with such a speed that she was undetectable even to his own eyes.
Fuck!
He had underestimated her. She had more wisdom and power than she revealed.
A deadly creature~
"Change before history repeats itself. Last chance wolf!! Don't fuck this up again. Change, accept and respect! It's not that hard." She gave a light pat on Connor's cheek and then she was gone as if disappeared in thin air.
"What the fuck?" Connor uttered in a shaky tone while rubbing his hands on his face.
Darach felt the same. She made no sense. Why would she owe him? He had done nothing for her besides threatening her life to impose his revenge on his dead mate's kin.
And why would Connor change?
"Utter a word about my mate in front of anyone and you'll be as good as dead." He warned Connor and then left the cottage.
It will be a cold day in hell if Darach let anyone pity him over his dead mate.
At least now they have a location to find Lucia and the others.
For the first time in his long... long... life Darach was feeling thrilled to see where this mission will lead him.
His inner Lycan was pacing in the cage of his mind as if waiting for something. . . The Oracle had filled his head with more questions than answers.
Why the hell would Lucia go to the wastelands...? You only go there if you have a death wish. The climate there is deadly even to a lycan, not to mention the unforgiving snow and creatures of dark residing there.
Lurking in the shadows, waiting for a prey~
If Lucia was a fool enough to enter the wastelands than someone was already there who had attacked her. But then the question arises that who the hell was strong enough to reside there. .?
So much love. . .How could they manage to love each other so damn much? No matter how much Amber showed that she didn't give a fuck about love, no matter how much she said that she doesn't care, there was always a little voice in her head that whispered 'You Do Care Silly!'. It was a voice that never left her alone. Sometimes soothing and sometimes it was so frustrating that she can do whatever it takes to get rid of it.But she can't. . .Amber's parents gave her nothing. Hell! they didn't even give a single fuck before throwing her away. But they gave her an instinct, Wolf's Instinct. She was a part female lycan but she didn't have a beast, she can't transform into her lycan form and she was glad for that.Over the centuries Amber had seen Lycan's transformation. It was a captivat
After centuries the two lycan brothers were doing something together. Both of them felt like idiots for entering the wastelands. It was said that the snow on this land hides more secrets than it reveals.Long forgotten mystical creatures that are just a myth in the present time, reside on this land.The moment they entered this land the brothers' inner Lycans were on high alert as if sensing an unseen threat.If Lucia had entered this land then she must have gotten some clue on the lost mates but as the stubborn princess that she was, she decided to investigate this lead herself instead of asking her brothers for help.And now she has her ass handed to herself by someone who was a fool or strong enough to reside here.Moon help her when Darach got his hands on his brat of a sister!
A random person~ That was what he was to Amber but the moment she had looked at him she couldn't keep her eyes off him.Even though his face was decorated with burn marks, cuts and scraps probably from the snow during his journey, he still looked delectable enough. The left side of his face was still mottled black and blue and his lower lip looked a little swollen.When Amber had seen him for the first time laying unconscious on the ground, Amber literally felt something about him calling to her very being. Like there was someone trapped in his body, trying desperately to get free, trying to reach to her.And before she knew what she was doing Amber told the guards to put him in her home. In her own home. . .It was the first time a male laid in her bed, it's not like she hadn't bedded anyone in her awfully long lif
Darach felt like he was trapped in a black tunnel, not knowing where to go or what to do. It has been like this for centuries. Darach was trapped in this darkness for centuries. No matter what he did, he can't just free himself from this misery.He was a coward~A coward who was given the little of King. He had the responsibility of the whole lycan race, the responsibilities of the whole kingdom were on his shoulders but he was royally neglecting them because deep down he knew that if he wasn't good enough to save his own mate than how was he supposed to protect the whole kingdom.From the past centuries, Darach has been doing one thing he was good at, running from his responsibilities.Running from this darkness that surrounds his very being. He just wanted a way out of it, a small light to pull his dark
If all your life you have waited for someone and suddenly they came in front of you, your first thought will be to touch them, to feel them, to know that they are really not just a fragment of your imaginations.That's what happened to Darach when his mate came in front of him. Darach became so busy in admiring her that he lost control of his beast who was hell bend on claiming her. Darach knew that he moved too fast.Actually, it was his beast who moved too fast. Centuries he had wasted in thinking that his mate was dead instead of hunting her just because a fucking Oracle said so. He should never have believed her. Darach got a clear idea now that why Oracles were considered mad beings. But aside from his mate, he can't dismiss that it was the Oracle who had told him the way of these wastelands. And Darach can sense a large number of Lycans here. Mayb
Frustration was all that Amber felt when she couldn't get the answers to her questions. Her life was becoming a puzzle.From the moment these lycan royalties had entered her Queendom they had only created problems for her and her devoted people.The lycans that once resided in the lycan king's territory were now her people but she knew that no matter what, he was their rightful king. It didn't matter that the human side of these lycans didn't consider him their king because the beast that resides within them knew that who was their king, their Alpha and if the beast commanded them to follow their king back to his land, to their mates, Amber will be powerless to do anything against him.Hell! It was difficult for her to shake his dominance off from her own self. She cursed her small lycan part that was submissive to the lycan king.Amber didn't know how bu
Amber had never known what mother's love felt like but she can bet on her left eye that the solace she felt in the Goddess's presence must be the same that one felt in a mother's. . .Amber had spent her early age in agony. Back then she had always thought that what was wrong with her, why couldn't her parents want her? What had she done to her own mother that she had hated Amber to a point of throwing her in the face of an agonizing death?It was the first thing Amber had asked for from the Goddess... Her true identity, the identity of the woman holding her when she was a baby. Amber still remembered when the Goddess had told her that woman was her mother and she was holding Amber for the last time.On that day Amber learned that not every girl needs a boy to break her heart because their parents have already done a fucking good job of breaking it into a million pieces.
Darach was on the verge of pulling the demon's head off his body. His tolerance was running low. For the hundredth time, Darach had asked the demon the whereabouts of his mate but the demon's lips were sealed. No matter what Darach said, the demon acted like Darach didn't even exist or as if Darach is a pest under his boot.Darach had never met someone so stubborn.Normally he would just give a look to anyone to have their mouth open but with this frustrating demon, Darach hadn't even able to know her name let alone any other information.Hell! Darach didn't even know his own mate's name, he made a mental note of changing that as soon as possible."If you don't know where she is then can you tell me where should I wait for her?" Darach asked again.Darach didn't know where she lived but the house he woke up in