INICIAR SESIÓNNiall AlcottI had seen frost before, but it was never as terrifying as this.This was pure dark magic. It lingered so fearlessly, in search of weakness, eager to dominate.Everyone gathered close, the horses snorting, even they feeling the change in the air.“Gear up, everyone,” Hanan said from in front of Mecca, clinging to her in such comforting manner, he looked like her passenger princess.Since she got him back, she hadn't let him do anything. Not even steer the ride.“We have incoming,” Mecca added with that warning tone of hers.I held my breath as I looked around. The ringing sound of swords as they were unsheathed and pistols cocked in readiness made it feel even more real.The Hollows snarled in the distance, an eerie sensation blowing at the back of my neck. My hair stood on end, goosebumps settling right on the surface.Then, the footsteps got close.Mr. Meany Face held me back.“No, you're not doing this alone. Let me do my duty,” he said, his tone resolute.I clenched m
Niall Alcott“EVERYONE, be on alert. We are starting to lose the light,” Mecca warned, her fist raised above her head.The Hunters went into formation, the horses' hooves stomping as we closed in on one another and they lit their torches.Mecca took the frontline, once again unveiling her fearlessness. On either side of her were trusted men of hers. The three of them watched the forest with unwavering scrutiny.Not once did they lessen their guard.My attention shifted to the side when someone brought his torch close to me. Mr. Meany Face.He was here.“You're here. You followed.”I had not seen him again after the whole ordeal. I thought he had gone to report to the Caldwells again concerning my recklessness.But what solaced me more was how I felt. Relieved and supported.His voice was stern but held care in it. “I know you're confident and you don't want to listen to anybody's opinion right now,” ouch, that hurt, but I did not complain, “but please, throughout this journey, stick w
Niall AlcottI knew what I was doing. I was ignoring what my mates wanted, but I was right to do this.All my life, I had always been told what to do. From the time I was a kid until I grew up, but I should be able to make mistakes, be foolish, and learn from them. Otherwise, why had I come to this world?A queen who became queen with the title laid at my feet?Never.That was why I was seated in the room I had woken up in just yesterday, my legs curled under me.My eyes closed, the pendant glowed, and I connected with Rayne.“Rayne?” I called as the spirit realm took over my sight.I stepped inside her abode, spotting her in a corner, seated and nose deep in reading.In that moment, I wondered if she ever got bored or simply tired of repeating the same thing, her soul trapped in this limited area.“Hello, Niall Alcott. You seem to be in a rush. What's the matter?”I took a seat, flipping my cape aside to sit comfortably.“I need your help and your advice.”“Which first, indulge me.”
Xander CaldwellTHE air in Moonridge was poisoned. The cold lingered deep in the surface of all that existed there, and where nothing solid did, it still found an entrance.This was what the dead brought with them. Endless cold. Endless torment. Trapped in the ever-darkness. Such a cruel fate.They were supposed to be resting, but the power of the Orb would not allow it. Sinister.We came to an abrupt stop, dust hanging in the air behind us.“I suppose this is where he last contacted us,” Lucious said.I looked around and observed my surroundings. There was not much worth the sightseeing. Broken buildings. Empty homes. Dark clouds attempting to shield the sun. Destruction and the end of life.This was what Emrys would bring to this world if he wasn't stopped, and the realisation struck closer to home.A movement stirred behind us. I squinted as I caught sight of Commander Aldric. He appeared from behind a building, hurrying as he approached us.His back settled into a deep bow. “Your
Niall AlcottA sinister ache woke me in an unfamiliar bed, greeting me with the sight of a room I had never been in. A fur-coated duvet covered my skin, and the moment I slipped it off, cold caught my toes.I sat up, slipping into my sandals. My eyes wandered round the room as I tried to jog my memory.Last I remembered, we were being chased by Hollows. Somehow, everything blanked out from there.I wondered where I was.“Mr. Meany Face,” I whispered, my breath entering the mist like icicles.The door groaned aloud as I peeped through, tiptoeing. I attempted to summon my memories again, but nothing was coming in. Magic truly was exhausting, and especially with my health condition, it was far more draining than I had thought it would be.I ventured into the common room, the entire structure made of wood and old furniture. Scraps from different places had been used to make a whole building. People moved around, their chatter merging into the air. They were occupied with their chores.Two
Niall AlcottTHE long bridge to the Seneschal's office used to feel so distant, like a walk that would never end.Tonight, under a clouded sky where the moon was hidden from sight and not a single star shone, I yanked the door open.It slammed into the wall opposite, the poor man frozen in fright.“Where are the records?” I demanded.He hissed, but when he saw the aura I had come in with, a frown settled on his forehead.He drew the book from under his table, bringing it to the surface. These were the records of all the refugees we had accommodated. The Seneschal, in his role under my council, helped with journalling every pack each wolf came from.“Please, leave. I want to borrow your office.”He did not argue with me either. The old man fixed his spectacles, grunted as he rose to his feet, gathered his coat and a drink that sat at the edge of his table and slowly walked outside.Left alone, I went through the records. My finger poked the surface of a page.Moonridge Pack.My eyes sc







