EdwardI lifted Bella into my arms as her legs buckled, struggling slightly under her increased weight. She felt like a solid block of marble, her new form exuding a faint aura of power. Disgust filled me as I surveyed the unnecessary destruction left in my father's path. Stepping out of the room, I observed the servants gathered outside, then gestured back towards the chaos within. My other selves followed closely behind, poised to aid me at a moment's notice."Gather the fallen. They followed my commands until their last breaths, true warriors deserving of honor," I declared, my voice filled with reverence. Pausing for a moment, I let out a deep sigh before continuing, "And as for the rest of you, your loyalty and service, though coerced, will be rewarded with a life of opulence and luxury."A wave of surprise washed over their faces as a few of them hurried into the room to retrieve the bodies of my fallen guards. As they lifted the fallen, I gazed at the faces of those who remaine
BellaKing Edward's arms enveloped me tightly as he stood before the court, his voice unwavering and powerful despite the weariness etched into his features. "Aunt, it is a relief to be back home," he declared, his words laced with both affection and authority. "Release my family from their imprisonment. Father's reign of terror has come to an end. The Darkness has been vanquished. I am restored to myself, with two remarkable new brothers who have faithfully served our queen. Bella must be given time to heal and recuperate. We can address the remaining matters tomorrow."His aunt's expression softened, a glimmer of pride breaking through her stoic facade. With a deep curtsy that brushed the floor, she replied, "As you wish, my King."With a swift movement, Edward spun on his heel, effortlessly carrying me as if I were weightless. His steps were purposeful and unwavering, leading us through the palace with determination. My head rested against his chest, his heartbeat a calming rhythm
BellaMonths pass…It had been several months since that fateful night, and the world had transformed in ways that seemed almost unbelievable. Edward and I had not only regained our rightful place on the throne, but we had also restored peace to the Fae kingdoms. After years of conflict, rebellion, and violence, we had finally brought about order, compelling even the most resistant factions to recognize the importance of unity.Edward had stayed true to his word, showering those he had wronged with opulence and luxury. In those rare moments of tranquility, when I wasn't haunted by the past or grieving for the fallen, I discovered a sense of peace that I never thought possible. I found myself caught in a whirlwind of emotions, trying to navigate the complexities of loving three very different men. Yet, amidst the chaos, I had never felt happier. I had found my true home in the hearts of these remarkable men.I had finally found my place in the world, surrounded by love and acceptance.
BellaI, like many, feared The Beast. No one that had ever laid eyes on him had lived. I grew up hearing tales of the plagues that he had unleashed when his thirst wasn't satisfied. The last time was in 1470 BC. Those plagues mostly affected the Middle East, but all humans feared it could spread so they started selecting tributes to serve as sacrifices. All of my 28 years of life, I have been cursed with visions. They are snippets of the past intertwined with the present. I had been placed in institutions until one day I pretended to be cured. Because these visions only occur when I sleep it makes it easy to say that I was cured. Since my release, I have started sleeping less and less. Now my days are filled with paperwork and fetching coffee for Mr. Daniels. He is a crude and horrid man, but as long as his coffee is fresh and hot, I can avoid his wrath. I often daydream of a beautiful land teeming with wildlife and filled with joy. I long to be free, but that is a reality that will
BellaThere in the arms of The Beast, I awaited a death that never came. As I let the shadowy darkness comfort me, I said goodbye to my mundane life of slaving away in a stuffy office, of the pain of loneliness, of the heartache of never being enough. Since that day, I have been his servant in a world full of supernatural beings. I have yet to see another human, so perhaps the legend of him devouring them is true. But if it were, why am I alive? Still weary from a sleep plagued with visions, I stumbled out of my room, my vision slightly blurry as I made my way to the kitchen. Every single day was the same. I woke up, made sure Edward, The Beast, had his meals, and scrubbed his private chambers from top to bottom. I went from being an assistant to a human to being a servant of some demonic god. He had claimed more offerings since me, making me question why I was still alive. The amount of human remains and odd little critters that I found clinging to the walls of his dining chamber s
BellaI lay there silently on the verge of death with tears streaming down my face, too weak to fight back as he extracted his teeth from my skin before pulling back to glare down at me. His eyes moved over my face slowly, taking in every little twitch of my muscles. His hand shifted on my throat so he could press his thumb over the spot he bit, applying pressure to stop the bleeding. I let my eyes flutter closed as dark shadows twirled around me. The shadows of goodbye filled my vision, making it impossible to stay conscious as I prayed for death. While I drifted between various states of unconsciousness, I felt his hand loosen around my throat until it lay beside my head while he breathed deeply. Moments later, he climbed off me and I was lifted off the bed. I didn’t know where he was taking me. It didn’t matter. I was going to die. I knew it. It was only a matter of time. After I was laid on something soft, he positioned my arms on my stomach before brushing my hair back, shockin
BellaWhile I awaited death, visions swam before my eyes. I was being paraded around a lavish ballroom, held tightly in someone’s arms. When he whispered a joke against my ear, I let my head fall back as laughter bathed us in joy. I was so relaxed in his arms. It felt so right. As my laughter slowed, I lifted my head to look into his eyes. Something about his gray eyes seemed eerily familiar, but I just couldn’t place them. All I knew was that I never wanted to look away. His hair was soft and lush with bits of auburn streaking through the coal black. His jaw was relaxed as a loving smile beamed back at me. “Ara,” he murmured as he lowered his mouth to mine. I melted against him as I kissed him back fervently. His hand slid from my waist around to grip my ass so he could pull me up his body to deepen the kiss. I pulled him closer to drink him in while his tongue continued to slide along mine, causing ripples of desire to course through my body. When we finally pulled back, I was brea
BellaThe vision lifted. “Edward!” I screamed as I sat straight up, clutching my blanket to my chest, while my heart threatened to beat out of my chest. I looked around, my eyes moving quickly over every inch of the room I was in. I wasn’t in my assigned room, which only added to my anxiety. Edward was going to kill. He–I sank back in the bed, my heart skipping a few beats as my chest tightened painfully. Oh, God. Edward. I was dreaming about Edward. What in the hell was wrong with me? I shouldn't feel bad for the monster that has imprisoned me, but I do.My heart aches for him. Ara and him were married and so much in love. Love…something I have never experienced but can imagine how painful it must be to lose. Was their deaths what made him into The Beast? Why wasn't his father happy for his son? So what if she wasn't royalty, why should it matter? A noise just outside of the room spooked me. I jumped out of bed and rushed out of the room. I had to get back to my room before Edward re
BellaMonths pass…It had been several months since that fateful night, and the world had transformed in ways that seemed almost unbelievable. Edward and I had not only regained our rightful place on the throne, but we had also restored peace to the Fae kingdoms. After years of conflict, rebellion, and violence, we had finally brought about order, compelling even the most resistant factions to recognize the importance of unity.Edward had stayed true to his word, showering those he had wronged with opulence and luxury. In those rare moments of tranquility, when I wasn't haunted by the past or grieving for the fallen, I discovered a sense of peace that I never thought possible. I found myself caught in a whirlwind of emotions, trying to navigate the complexities of loving three very different men. Yet, amidst the chaos, I had never felt happier. I had found my true home in the hearts of these remarkable men.I had finally found my place in the world, surrounded by love and acceptance.
BellaKing Edward's arms enveloped me tightly as he stood before the court, his voice unwavering and powerful despite the weariness etched into his features. "Aunt, it is a relief to be back home," he declared, his words laced with both affection and authority. "Release my family from their imprisonment. Father's reign of terror has come to an end. The Darkness has been vanquished. I am restored to myself, with two remarkable new brothers who have faithfully served our queen. Bella must be given time to heal and recuperate. We can address the remaining matters tomorrow."His aunt's expression softened, a glimmer of pride breaking through her stoic facade. With a deep curtsy that brushed the floor, she replied, "As you wish, my King."With a swift movement, Edward spun on his heel, effortlessly carrying me as if I were weightless. His steps were purposeful and unwavering, leading us through the palace with determination. My head rested against his chest, his heartbeat a calming rhythm
EdwardI lifted Bella into my arms as her legs buckled, struggling slightly under her increased weight. She felt like a solid block of marble, her new form exuding a faint aura of power. Disgust filled me as I surveyed the unnecessary destruction left in my father's path. Stepping out of the room, I observed the servants gathered outside, then gestured back towards the chaos within. My other selves followed closely behind, poised to aid me at a moment's notice."Gather the fallen. They followed my commands until their last breaths, true warriors deserving of honor," I declared, my voice filled with reverence. Pausing for a moment, I let out a deep sigh before continuing, "And as for the rest of you, your loyalty and service, though coerced, will be rewarded with a life of opulence and luxury."A wave of surprise washed over their faces as a few of them hurried into the room to retrieve the bodies of my fallen guards. As they lifted the fallen, I gazed at the faces of those who remaine
Bella“Bella!” Edward’s voice broke through the haze, panic laced in his tone. The fire in my veins erupted, and I screamed as the room filled with blinding light. The pain struck like a lightning bolt, sharp and unforgiving, coursing through every vein and bone in my body. I screamed, clutching my chest as the heat inside me burned hotter and brighter. The first change came with a searing sensation across my back. I arched in agony as my skin tore, giving way to something new. Wings burst forth in a fiery inferno, massive and powerful, their cerulean with purple edges shimmering with iridescent hues of gold patterns throughout. I fell to my knees, gasping for breath, only to realize that the transformation was far from over. A searing heat enveloped my head...a halo? Its weight was both chilling and electrifying. My hands shook as I witnessed my nails elongate and sharpen, gleaming like obsidian tinged with a fiery red in the dim light. They had become claws, sinister and retractab
BellaI paced back and forth in Edward's chambers, my heart pounding in my chest as I heard the commotion outside the door. The muffled shouts of the guards barely reached my ears over the deafening storm raging outside. The rain hammered against the windows, each drop a frantic warning."Stay calm," I whispered to myself, my hands gripping the edges of the wooden chair.The knot of unease in my stomach tightened as Edward's words echoed in my mind. He had told me to trust the guards he had assigned to protect me, but something felt off. The shouts grew louder, accompanied by the sound of something heavy crashing to the ground. Someone was out there, and they were getting closer. Suddenly, the door burst open as if it were made of paper. Two guards stumbled into the room, their weapons falling to the floor. I stood frozen, my eyes widening as a figure stepped into the doorway.He stood before me, towering over me with a terrifying presence that sent shivers down my spine. His regal de
EdwardA deafening crash reverberated through the room, causing me to snap awake, my heart pounding in my chest. Bella had been restless in my embrace all night, her restless movements a silent omen. It wasn't just her agitation that had me on edge. This was something greater, something I had feared. A tempest was approaching, one that demanded my attention.I bolted upright, torn between my promise to stay by Bella's side and the undeniable pull toward the source of the sound. The castle loomed large, but my legs moved with purpose, guided by instinct. I knew exactly where I needed to go - the dining hall.As I entered, my heart turned to stone. There sat my father, on my throne, radiating his usual air of smug superiority. His presence seemed to cast a shadow over the entire room, chillin it to its core. The torchlight flickered, casting an eerie glow on his pale face, twisted into a condescending smirk."Father!" I roared, my voice shaking the very foundations of the castle.He rem
BellaAs I walked alongside Edward on our journey back to our room, I suddenly stumbled and cried out as I nearly fell to the ground. In a swift and protective motion, Edward scooped me up in his arms, preventing me from hitting the floor. I instinctively wrapped my arm around his neck, burying my face into the crook of his neck as he carried me towards our bedroom.Upon lying me down on the bed, made of sheets of magic soil that seemed to come alive beneath me, I felt a wave of energy wash over me. The earth beneath me seemed to pulsate with healing power as it enveloped my body. I could feel the warmth and vitality seeping into my skin, rejuvenating me from within.Edward sat beside me, gently brushing my hair back as I basked in the soothing embrace of the earth. The moment was filled with a sense of calm and renewal, as if the very ground we lay upon held the key to healing and restoration. “Go to sleep, my love,” he murmured soothingly.“But don’t you want to make love?” I whispe
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
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