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[Xanthea]I still remember the day when I got my first heat. I was sixteen back then, and I knew the biology behind the heats of a female werewolf from my mother’s diaries and experiences she noted in them. All anatomically female werewolves went into heat once a month. Everyone mostly experienced
I turned back to see if I had lost them, but I could still see their eyes hover in the darkness as they got closer to me until they stopped.“What the hell is happening here?”I turned around to face Nikolai.“Prince, we were just telling the princess to not come into this part of the palace. Luna M
“What a headache this girl is!”She would have usually called maids to get rid of me, but that day she took me back to my room and stayed there for an hour.“It’s all your fault, so stop with your drama. My Niko is a boy. What does he know? You were in heat. You should have been more careful. Don’t
[Asher]Why did I bring you here, Xanthea?Out of all the beautiful places I could have taken you, why did I bring you into this darkness?Is it because no one in all the three realms knows of this place—not my family, not even Raven and Ezra?Or is it because I wanted you to know this place? But wh
‘Fucking stop it! You are hurting her!’ She went through a little pain and Icifer turned feral.I kept peering at her, replying to all of Icifer’s restlessness with my silence as I observed Xanthea closely.“This is not real…” she mumbled to herself, tears streaming down her face. “It can’t be real.
“It feels like you are everywhere in this darkness,” she said. “Senses don’t seem to work normally here. From your voice, it seems as though you are standing at some distance but…”She turned around in her place. Her eyes hovering in the air around me. She couldn’t see it, but she was standing face
“I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.” — W. B. Yeats ~~~ [Xanthea Plath] I limped into the graveyard, clutching my broken arm with the other hand. Blood mixed in the rain trailed down from my shoulder to my elbow, down my wrists, making its way to
[Xanthea]I left my apartment in the afternoon when the sun gently hid behind the mammatus clouds. I grew Forget-me-nots the whole year for my mother’s death anniversary. Picking some of the most vibrant flowers, I tied them in a blue ribbon.I put on the best formal decent gown I had and set off fo