The royal pack stood solemnly in front of my father's grave, all dressed in black, paying their final respects to our deceased king. My heart felt torn, and I could sense the deep wounds within me, bleeding a river of grief. I stood sandwiched between my brothers, Logan and Zayne, my eyes fixed on the lifeless body of the most loveliest man I had ever known.He lay there, still and motionless, his eyes shut forever. Oh, how I longed to hear his heartbeat once more, to listen to his gentle breathing. I wished, with every fiber of my being, that he would rise from the coffin and declare this all to be a sick joke. I hoped my father would approach me, embracing me in a warm hug, promising that he would never leave my side.But the cruel reality sank in—the painful truth that would never change. I lived in a world of magic and wonder, yet no sorcerer could bring back my father. He was gone, forever taken from my brother and me.I turned my gaze away from the lifeless body in the gold-colo
THIRD PERSON’S POINT OF VIEW Valeria embarked on her journey to Cedo, a mystical forest where the legendary Oracle of the goddess resided. The woman was reputed to be one of the most powerful beings loved specially by the goddess herself, possessing a multitude of extraordinary abilities that had manifested since she was only seven years old. Whenever people faced difficulties, they sought her counsel, but Valeria couldn’t shake her fear that Doris might be unable to assist her with her predicament. Valeria stood hesitantly at the forest’s entrance, clutching her backpack tightly. All around her, the sounds of the wilderness enveloped her senses—the beasts of the forest making their primal calls, the melodious chirping of birds, and the gentle swaying of treetops in the wind. The idyllic scene masked the imminent danger that lurked within. With every step she took into the dense foliage, Valeria’s senses heightened. She remained on high alert, well aware that her so-called mate poss
WARNING: I WAS IN MY TOXIC WEREWOLF BOOK ERA WHEN I WROTE THIS. I RECENTLY REWROTE THIS, SO NO ONE IS CONFUSED. DESCRIPTION OF RAPE. MY HEART GOES OUT TO VICTIMS WHO HAD TO EXPERIENCE SUCH A THING. YOU ARE SO STRONG! I LOVE YOU ALL. THIRD PERSON’S POINT OF VIEW Hidden away in the cloak of the night’s blackness, a man succumbed to an uncontrollable frenzy, his sanity slipping away like grains of sand through an hourglass. Above his head, the twinkling stars adorned the canvas of the night sky, oblivious to the horrors unfolding below. Their beauty, a stark contrast to the grotesque scene beneath them, seemed to mock the savagery of his actions. His once-human eyes now glinted with a feral intensity, a haunting glimpse into the depths of madness that consumed him. Blood splattered across his disheveled appearance, a chilling testimony to the lives he had mercilessly taken only moments ago. The metallic scent of death clung to the air, mingling with the scent of freshly disturbed earth
THIRD PERSON’S POINT OF VIEW With Karina in his arms, he continued his journey to Mountain Mulnora where the person who knew of how to get rid of him was. He looked down at the woman he was carrying and smiled. She really knew how to make a wolf happy with the body she had. If she was a mated she-wolf, he would have hunted down her mate and killed him. Olethros didn’t really feel the mate bond with Valerie as it was the will of the moon goddess. She knew it would cloud his thoughts, so if there were to be some sort of emotional attraction, it would be from a human vessel. But in a situation where a god had taken control of your body and chosen to make the life of your mate a living hell, there was nothing much one could do. All Layton could do was watch as a psychotic god of destruction and his demonic wolf killed everyone. The death of pack members were all because of Mavros and Olethros. Layton never wanted it, but he could do nothing about it. It was two against one, and he knew
VALERIA’S POINT OF VIEWAzura and I were now on the path with Olethros’ scent all over it. It was terrifying. I knew he had gotten intimate with someone because I went through hell. I didn’t mind though because I was done with him. Done with being the mate of a monster. He could sleep around all he wants. What I wanted to know was why I felt the pain. We weren’t even bonded. It was probably the work of the goddess.“Are you sure you can walk? I mean, after what happened to you,” Azura was concerned.“I can.” I told her, “What I am feeling doesn’t really matter. I just need to get rid of Layton.”She abruptly stopped walking and faced me, “Doris said something about your Father’s death. Do you think it’s possible that Layton didn’t kill your father?”“He killed my father. He even had the audacity to send me a note saying he had kept a gift in my father’s room.”I felt a lump in my throat as I remembered that dreadful day. Layton killed him and it was more than enough to want him dead.
DAY 1 VALERIA’S POINT OF VIEW Being a marked she-wolf had always been my dream until I got to know who my soul mate really was. That dream suddenly turned into a nightmare. I didn’t get the goddess at all. Why punish thousands because of one she-wolf? I mean, she could torture the soul of that female who disobeyed her and stop hating us for no reason. “What are you thinking about?” Azura asked, bringing out a sheet of paper from her bag. Doris had given it to her before we left. She said to bring it out when we were lost. “Why the goddess hates the people she created.” I answered, feeling myself become distant. “She doesn’t hate werewolves, I assure you. Fitia is just upset.” “So upset that she wants to wipe us out of existence. Makes little sense to me.” I stopped walking and looked up at the dark sky in frustration. “Is she really a loving goddess? Because if she was, she wouldn’t want to punish us for something we didn’t do.” Azura immediately hushed me. “Don’
DAY 1: ROYAL PACK LOGAN’S POINT OF VIEW “Logan! Logan!” Melody rushed into the dining room, and her urgency made me lose my appetite despite being in the middle of breakfast. Knowing Melody, she wouldn’t be this serious unless something was terribly amiss. “What’s wrong?” “Vampires.” As I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, my heart pounding in my chest, I headed for the pack training grounds. The smell of blood filled the air, and I scrunched up my nose in disgust. My feet skidded to a halt when I saw bodies laying on the ground—lifeless. I couldn’t comprehend what I was witnessing. We were allies, so why would they attack us? What would they gain from it? The scene before me was a devastating sight that shook me to the core, leaving me searching for answers amidst the chaos and tragedy. “I can’t believe Kieran would betray us like this,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief. “It just can’t be him.” “As much as I wish to believe otherwise, I can’t,” she replied, walking ahea
DAY 2: VALERIA’S POINT OF VIEW The sun slowly crept its way into the room, casting a warm glow on the walls as I reluctantly opened my eyes. The throbbing pain in my head reminded me of the torment I had endured the previous night. Half of the night had been consumed by tears, as the ache of missing my father engulfed me, leaving me feeling hollow and lost. Vladimir’s heinous act, the one that took my father away from me, sent waves of anger coursing through my veins. My blood boiled at the mere thought of that man, knowing that he was responsible for robbing me of the one person who had been my pillar of strength and love. Beside me, Hannah and Azura lay peacefully, seemingly undisturbed by the turmoil that plagued my soul. I couldn’t help but watch Hannah as she slept soundly, her serene expression a stark contrast to the turmoil in my heart. How could she rest so peacefully when her own father had caused such devastation to mine? As the morning light bathed the room in its gent