เข้าสู่ระบบ~~~After about a seven-minute drive, we finally arrived at the inn the old man had mentioned.Located outside town, the place had an eerie, unsettling atmosphere. The thick mist surrounding the area made it look like the perfect setting for a Halloween party.But I don't give a damn. At this point, I could sleep anywhere.Even in a cemetery.Which, judging by the creepy surroundings, is exactly what this place is.As our car approached the imposing metal gates, which looked like something straight out of a graveyard, I took in the two ferocious-looking lycans perched on either side and the words ‘Eternal Blaze’ engraved between them. Suddenly, headlights pierced through the mist, momentarily blinding us.The gates swung open, and a black Jeep emerged.I watched it approach, and my heart began pounding wildly in my chest. Our headlight falls upon the jeep as it nears, and I see there's only the driver.I can't understand why I'm overly interested. Perhaps I feared we were about to be
A week later. ~~~ “What? After two weeks of waiting, it was rejected?” I exclaim in disbelief, taking the letter from Mr. Moore's hand, disappointment washing over me. I had been so optimistic about receiving a positive response. I pull open the envelope, remove the letter, and stare at the rejection stamp. “Why was it rejected?” I ask no one in particular after reading through it. Am I a failure? There's no doubt. What else could explain everything that keeps happening since I assumed the alpha position? The sudden rogue attacks. The loss of formidable warriors and pack members. Nothing is going well. At this rate, it won't be long before the pack begins to question my leadership. I will become a laughingstock, a joke. The alpha who led her pack into ruin in only six months. I grumble, releasing a frustrated sigh and bury my head in my hands, resting my elbows on the desk as I stare down in contemplation. Yesterday, I received news that the city wall was
Okay. This guy really had mistaken me. Celeste. “I-I’m not the person you're looking for,” I stammer, crossing my arms over myself protectively since his arm remains firmly wrapped around my waist. “You've made a mistake…” The already terrifying expression of his face grows more terrifying at my word, his voice slicing through the air as he roars, and his one hand moving in a blur, seizing my neck. My feet leave the ground. Great. I'm done for. My babies. “You dare try to deceive me!” He laughs ominously, his grip tightening around my throat. “Three decades in this world is more than sufficient. My queen. It's time to stop your revelry! You will accompany me now!” He thunders, his voice reverberating throughout the forest. Birds burst from the trees and take flight in panic. “I found the boy and took him back,” Vince's voice echoes in my mind, and relief washes over me. For one horrible moment, I'd thought he'd abandoned me. Though, if he doesn't do something soon, I don't t
“A winged creature took her son, but it left you a message,” he reveals, and I immediately look up at his face in shock.“Me?”I point to myself to confirm I heard him correctly. And a winged creature?What on earth?I help the woman to her feet and move closer to Kristopher, taking the ebony card in his hand that glints in the light.I frown, flipping the card over since there was nothing written on it, but then there's nothing at the back either, making my frown deepen.“There's nothing…” I mumble in confusion.“Perhaps it's an encrypted message,” Vince suggests, and I pass my thumb over the smooth surface, then I feel it.There's indeed something inscribed, but I can't decipher it.I begin to trace each character, but the letters feel unfamiliar, not from any script I recognize.I try again, thinking maybe I am the one getting it wrong. But it was the same letter. I move to the next letter, and I repeat my action.And again.I finish tracing each character on the card, adding to my
Caroline:~~~The sound of my princess crying is what greets me at the door the moment I arrive at the corridor of my chambers.“Caroline, what took you so long?” Mother inquires, and my response is a long, weary sigh as I hurry to her side, taking my princess from her hands.“Thank you, Mother,” I say with gratitude, as I approach the armchair and begin to breastfeed my princess.“How is he sleeping?” I ask Aida, noticing that Trevor is sound asleep."Unlike some bratty, adorable princess, this tough guy drank all the milk we prepared for him," she explains, and I grin.I find myself smiling, realizing my son was the calm type, unlike his sister, who was daring, just like me, which makes me think back to their father.Trevor has inherited traits from his dad.The calmness he maintains in all situations and the way he analyzes the problem first before addressing it, unlike me, who has always been impulsive, often resulting in complications.I have learned many lessons through the pain
Author:~~~An unsettling atmosphere fills the vast, dimly lit office filled with shelves of various books, some with aged, rustic bindings that hinted at history while others appeared brand new.Behind a mahogany desk in the center of the office, sits a tall and muscular man, dominating the large chair. He exudes a superior, terrifying, and icy aura that adds to the already cold climate, making the air even colder.His mere sight makes people weak in the legs, as they turn to trembling messes, reducing them to nervous wrecks, primarily due to what they had witnessed him do.He was the devil, the awakening of the feared two-footed lycanthropy.The royal bloodline.He's dressed in all black, a black regal robe adorned with silver intricacies and dark trim fur over his shoulders, and he's engulfed in the task on his laptop.Just then, like a wisp in the air, the faintest words he makes out as.“Trevor, where are you?” brushes past his ears like a soothing lullaby.He looks up, his pierc
“Take care, honey.” Melinda says, hugging Brother, “You too,” Brother mutters, kissing her on top of her hair. I look at their interaction from the side quietly, but then, Brother looks at my face suddenly, and I force an uneasy smile. “Bye, Melinda.” I find myself blurting, after they break apa
Cassian: ~~~ “I will go and call Angela,” Melinda says, after I finish setting the dining table. “Don't bother, sit and let us eat.” I stop her. “Oh,” she mumbles with a nod before taking her seat. We eat in silence, a comfortable one, of course. …~... Melinda leaves to go and do the dishes,
It's been hours since we got back, and it's dark outside, yet I have no plans to go down, not even at midnight.Firstly, it's because I'm afraid of running into Brother, and secondly, I want to avoid a repeat of what happened five months ago.My phone next to me on the bed rings, and it's Brandon.
It was as if he anticipated this, because the moment my lips touched his, his hand grasped the back of my neck, tilting my head as he started kissing me. He nibbles his teeth firmly on my lower lip and thrusts his tongue into my mouth when I gasp. “Honey?” Melinda's voice calls out, accompanied by







