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CHAPTER 22
*Flashback* (Yseah's perspective)
I locked my shuddering gaze at the silver blood werewolf clad in a knights garb whom now aiming his sword at the quavering young lycan.His pair of cobalt orbs was glaring in gelid deadpan expression as he utter his words of threat. His honeydew hair reflects an illuminating golden ray from the celestial sun. His body was well-built for a werewolf who can maintain a human form.But darn! This isn't the right time for you to admire his manly features, Yseah. Ferion's life is in grave danger!"A child whipped in thick fur and claws whom stolen to monsters. Poor young boy. The moon goddess must have seething wrath in your past life since you were born in the cursed kin of savage lycans." He was frivolously sarcastic to the six-year old lycan boy that just made Mildred growled in vexation. Ferion shrunk even more with fear -that only he was capable of as a response was wailing and waiting for the sword to separateRelated chapters
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*Flashback* (Yseah's Perspective)Even settled at the wilderness, the heavy air of resentment suffocates me. I wish I never have brought Ferion with me to forge food or even making the decision of coming here, at this slough in the first place. "Gross!!!!!!" the silver blood werewolf whom who choked from his own chortle earlier, suddenly screeched his disgust words at me and the man take hold of my bloodied chin. "Are you insane Pel? You want to have a spawn from a savage?! You must be lost in sanity! Right commander Reize?" he resumed mocking but I heard no response given by the honeydew werewolf. Instead, the sexually immoral bastard plaster his sly smirk at me that let my eyes squinted in abhorrence. Makes me wanna spew my last meal of worm soup earlier. "Either way, if I'll have a child at you, It won't be able to set its eyes from this world since its going to spend a lifetime of suffering in the underworld- the very least place that savages like yo
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A hidden memory within the depths of her chained past,forge only to be forgotten in the midst of time.That is what Yseah has embedded to the faithful encounter she and the aureate commander from the past.Though.... I really do wonder if he still remembers of that day. Surely if he reckons it... I have already paid the debt I owe him- by favoring him to win this audition. Yseah was still immersed at reminiscing the past that she was oblivious, she was gratuitously gawking at Reize for the longest time. Reize was smiling the whole time, as he gaze back his azure stare at the windows of their Luna's soul. Earlier, when he felt his head almost pierced by the heating gawk Yseah gave him- that he almost thought he was gonna die just from her stare. But gradually, the blaring gaze turned into a calm ocean; kindred to the deep waters of the southern sea. He does not exactly know why she was staring at him with deep wavered eyes- or either having the slightest
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CHAINED IN a dire situation of subdue mortification, Yseah's internals were shuddering of rubicund hues- visible at her flesh. Her rosy cheeks shone scarlet specks that let her lips gape in deep rapt. Wh-what?! Does he really meant what he just said?!..... The maiden she- wolf was situated in awestruck as no words came to spill out from her petty mouth- yet only choses to rant wildly to where I also can hear audibly; complaint by her wolf, Mildred. Ruvillous' lips exalt into a broader beam. It was least cunning compared to his erstwhile grin. Letting her Luna not to articulate anymore of her utterances, Ruvillous slithered down his hand and then intertwine his fingers to Yseah's dainty ones. Still in state of half-consciousness, Yseah had nothing left to do but gawk upon their weaved fingers. "Shall we go?" Ruvillous asked, knowing that the maiden he held hands with will not provide any concrete reply. Ruvillous then leisurely dragged her steps firm to
Mated To The Thorns CHAPTER 1
THE CLAMOR of the gongs, lost its harmony. The beating drums were shut as the pointed obsidian pour down like heavy rainfall under the sheen of the blue moon. The lanterns that lit the once lively street of a petty dominion- reigned over by the other two nations- arose into flames as it silence the dead corpses lay before the cold pavement. The stench of her Lycanthropy kin's blood numbed into Yseah's wrinkled nose. Her pair of lilac eyes were unbeknownst of the tragedy that occurred in a leap of her heartbeat. A minute ago, smiles of her people glistened under the radiant cyanic full moon. Sound of hands clapping, plaudit their annual celebration of Crystal Moon festival- a lunar bloom where the orb above them gleam into bright blue on its highest peak. It was their pack's notable festivity, served before the goddess Selene for the good tidings of their rare kin. For a thousand blue moons that their mirth was held, Yseah and her lycan people never witnessed bloo
Mated To The Thorns CHAPTER 2
THREE LUNAR months have passed since the melodramatic revelation bared in the maps of Otheli. It ran like wildfire that spread in every lips of nobles and commoners of the two nations- that also was the reason behind why Yseah have kept her life and survived at the recurring time- the fact that she is the Luna of their mate less crown prince Alpha. After what happened at that notable nightfall of the supposed festivity of her pack, she was spared to be slaughtered by the tyrant's silver blade and had taken her instead to the abode of his mate- the kingdom of Elodnia. When she first step inside the palace walls of the conspicuous first nation, no one ventured to ask her whereabouts- to the fact that she is from the known savage pack of lycans. All the palace servitors were cautious to her. They would smile at her and curtsey but all thy actions were shallow as a dried pond. Crooked grin she would always see when the nobles of aristocratic families gave their gifts of welc
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THE EERIE SILENCE enveloped the inside of the imperial carriage- with only stares fixated at the window of the moving figure. 'Expect me at your quarters tonight, Lady Yseah.'Those lines that kept on playing into Yseah's mind, left a lingering feeling at her whole body. Her wolf would howl as her body seemed to be electrified of a sultry lust with boundless pleasures. Her mind is in the state of havoc just reminiscing the ushered words that escaped into Ruvillous' staid lips. But heck Mildred!! What do you think you're thinking of making love with the murderer! You're more than a psycho!Yseah squirmmed at her seat in secrecry- trying not to look like a lunatic at her handmaiden's perspective who sat just across her. She wants to messed up her meticulously tied hair in vexation, just to pent out her anger at her own wolf who only thinks of her bastard mate's dick. It makes me want to strangle you to death, Mildred."Try
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ROSALIE WINTERS of Elodnia Pack. She is the only sole heir of one of the Ducal Family of the wolven nation. Venerable for her amiable charms so as her impeccable beauty that would cause mouthwatering desires especially to the wolven men. Because of her influential status in the aristocratic faction and also a polished lady of etiquette and beauty, she was presented as the Luna of the nation to be paired by the rumoured mate less crown prince Alpha- negligence of that she isn't really Ruvillous' fated mate. 'But since I came to the palace as the true mate who awakened the slumbered wolf of the tyrant, she was easily disposed to her meretricious position. She is a decoration after all. How petty.'The mischievous smirk plastered nonchalantly on Yseah's lips as her intimidating gaze penetrate through the flushed face of the maiden, stood before her. "Oh my. Did something got your tongue, Lady Rosalie? I supposed I spilled too much milk that it became r
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MURMURS resonated the large corridors of the eastern wing of the palace- the boundary where Yseah holds full administer and her quarters erected to. Diverse servitors of wolven men and women are gathered along the large window where the ray of the celestial sun could hardly peered through it but can oversee the vicinity of the flower garden outside. Yseah can't help but arch her perfectly lodged brows as the horde of servitors piqued her interest, whom were busy of sightseeing instead of pondering their focus at work."Who is that supposed to be? Did his highness brought her out of pity just like the other one?""Watch your mouth! That's taboo! She's still going to be our Luna so stop speaking ill of her!""Then how about that girl! I think it's much more admissible to have a savage kinsfolk Luna other than getting a Luna from kindred of those puny humans." Now Yseah's ears erected in the intriguing subject of the palace servitors. Who wouldn't be when a
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