You had met the woman of your dreams and fell in love. You eloped. But when you both returned to take your rightful place among the clan, your dream turned into a neverending nightmare. Your souls became destined to always say goodbye, but what happens when those shadows that you once feared become your comfort? Can a love be reborn in the shadows of goodbye? Edward, a light Fae prince, had met Ara and fell in love. His father ripped that love from him and killed her. He sought his revenge and summoned The Darkness and became The Beast. He became a dark demonic Fae and got his vengeance but the price he paid made him have to accept human sacrifices. One such sacrifice, Bella, caught both Edward and his Beast’s attention. He took her to the Fae realm and made her his servant. His Beast becomes so drawn to her that he claims her and instills her with his magic. It binds their souls but it also does something else. It triggers visions of Edward’s life before he was The Beast. Ara begins to manifest more and more causing Edward and his Beast to war with themselves. Does Ara have a plan? Will Edward submerge himself and ultimately lose himself to the shadows of goodbye?
View MoreEdward's POV"Try harder," I retorted, my voice dripping with defiance. "Do you honestly believe my father will spare you just because you're putting in some effort?" The mere mention of my father ignited a fierce determination in her eyes. With a resolute expression, she squared her shoulders and shifted into a defensive stance.As the shade lunged towards her once more, she didn't just defend herself this time. With a swift twist of her sword, she deflected the shade's blade and countered with a strike aimed directly at its torso. The shade recoiled, its form rippling as if in agony. Bella's eyes widened, a mix of astonishment and triumph flickering across her face."Excellent!" I exclaimed, my voice ringing out with encouragement. "You see? It can be wounded. Keep pressing on!" The shade quickly regained its composure, its movements growing swifter and more unpredictable. It tested her, feinting high before striking low, spinning and slashing with escalating ferocity. Bella struggl
Edward"Are you ready?" I inquired, my gaze locked on her. She nodded, determination shining in her narrowed eyes. With a swift movement, I lunged forward, my sword aimed at her left side. She skillfully blocked my attack, her feet adjusting to maintain her balance. Undeterred, I swung again, this time targeting higher. Just in the nick of time, she raised her sword to deflect my blow. "Impressive," I commended, circling her with purpose. "Don't just react, anticipate. If I strike from your left, where might I strike next?"Her hesitation was brief, her eyes assessing my stance. "You're right?" she ventured.I nodded, executing a feint to the left before striking to her right. She blocked my attack, her movements growing swifter. "Precisely," I affirmed. "Continue to think, continue to observe."For the following hour, we engaged in the drill. I intensified the speed of my strikes, challenging her reflexes and pushing her to adapt. Despite stumbling on occasion, her frustration eviden
EdwardI felt a flicker of pride, mixed with the ever-present fear that I was dragging her into a world she did not belong in. This was necessary. My father would not stop until he had taken everything from me, and I refused to let him win. Bella glanced at me, her eyes searching mine. “You will stay with me, right? Through this?""Always," I said, the promise heavy with meaning. "I will not let anything happen to you, Bella. Not while I am breathing."The shade shifted into a defensive stance. The training ground was vast and ominous. Rows of wooden dummies stood like silent sentinels along the edges, their surfaces marred with scars of countless battles. Weapons of all kinds, blades, staffs, and maces hung on racks, gleaming faintly in the pale morning light. The air was thick with tension, the kind that came before a storm. I stood at the center of the grounds, my arms crossed as I watched Bella take hesitant steps forward. Her stance was unsure, but there was a flicker of determin
EdwardAs I listened to Bella's voice, it was soft and slightly trembling, echoing in the room as I scrubbed the walls beside her. She spoke of feeling isolated, of yearning for me to be closer. Her words pierced through me, leaving a lingering ache that I struggled to comprehend. She was oblivious to the imminent danger that lurked around us. How could I make her understand that my father was not just a haunting figure in my thoughts, but a menacing and merciless monster in reality? The warning he had issued, the blood-stained ring he had left behind, was not a mere threat; it was a chilling promise of the horrors to come.Every time Ara crossed my mind, a wave of guilt washed over me, dragging me down into the depths of despair. In my past, Edward of the Light had been weak and foolish, allowing Ara to be taken from him. But I am not him. He may lurk within me, but I refuse to make the same mistake with Bella. I will not let her suffer as Ara did.I have doubled Bella's guards, ensu
I needed a distraction, and this was it.“Thank you.” With a nod, she left the room. I wasted no time in preparing the bucket and began scrubbing the walls, ridding them of the tiny bug-like creatures that had made their home there in just one day. I hadn’t lied to the centaur female; I truly needed a distraction. The weight of the impending war Edward was preparing for, coupled with the strange changes happening to my body, had me on edge. I needed to focus on something else, anything else. The uncertainty of what lay ahead was eating away at me. I sighed, thinking about our future. Edward's future as king was clear, but my role as queen was far from certain.This entire experience has taught me a valuable lesson: despite being spoiled by my parents, I am not a princess. I worked to become a great reporter only to end up as an assistant. So I tried to be the best assistant, but I am not superior to anyone. I am simply a person. And in the realm of the supernatural, I am at the lowest
I placed a hand on his arm, feeling the tension rippling beneath his skin. “Edward, revenge will not bring her back.”“No, but it will make him suffer,” he snapped, pulling away. “That is all I care about. I want his soul to be no more. I want it done once and for all.” The silence that followed was suffocating. I did not know what to say, how to calm the storm raging inside him. As I looked into his eyes, I realized something. This was not just anger. This was grief, guilt, and a love that had been twisted into something dark and vengeful. He stared at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a heavy sigh, he pulled me into his arms. “I will not lose you, Bella,” he whispered against my hair. “Not to him. Not to anyone.”“Then we will fight the Darkness together. But answer this: if Ara could return as she once was, would you choose her?”His piercing gaze locked onto mine as he gently pursed his lips. Slowly, he reached out and cradled my head in his hands."Befo
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