EdwardAfter my breakfast and I had made sure that Bella was safely back in my chambers, I sought out Arnold. He needs to be made to understand that Bella is off-limits. She is my mate, though I am not sure how. The curse gave me ultimate power but at the cost of never finding love again. At the time, I was so sure that Ara was my mate and my chance at love died when my father killed her, but what if I was wrong? I snarled at my uncertainty. Ara was my world in the light. Her death allowed me to embrace the shadows and summon The Darkness. Had she not been my Fated there's no way I could have summoned it. All Fae were stripped of that power centuries ago when one tried to wipe out humanity during The Dark Age. I shifted into The Beast as I drew my dagger across Arnold’s abdomen again, anger over the past making me an even more formidable opponent today. I wanted him to know that I could obliterate his soul, but not just yet. So I put it back into its magic sheath that molded into my
BellaI found myself once again in a ballroom. The soft glow of chandeliers illuminated the space in golden light. The music was hauntingly familiar, a melody that tugged at something deep within me. My head swirled with confusion. How had I ended up here? Just moments ago, I had been rushing to prepare Edward’s breakfast, juggling my irritation with his impossible demands and praying that he wouldn't kill me. Why I suddenly cared about my life was a mystery to me because when I first met The Beast I had little regard for it. My life before was meaningless and the one here turned out to not be much better until recently. These dreams of a different Edward might be his silent cries for help. Perhaps he hates being The Beast as much as I hate being its servant. I sighed as I remembered what happened at breakfast. He, without warning, grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap. I could still feel the phantom sensation of his hands, firm yet oddly tender, as they guided me down. My pulse had
EdwardThe longer I was near Bella like this, the more my thoughts swam. Initially, I had only seen her as a means to lift my curse, but Arnold wanting her had made me concerned about why I was so angry over the thought of my friend having her. Touching her. Having her in all the ways that confused me. It was irrational. I shouldn’t want her in that way, but I did. I kept trying to tell myself that I didn’t, to no avail. I couldn’t avoid how I felt. I wanted her. Desperately if I was honest with myself. Maybe having her once would be enough to satisfy this irritating needling desire I was harboring for this little thing I stole from Earth. After all, it had been centuries since I buried myself in a female. I hadn’t even been remotely interested in anyone since Ara was taken from me.The more I teased her, the more drawn to her I felt. It nearly pissed me off, but not enough to want to experience whatever this bizarre connection was between us. When I felt both her confusion and arousa
BellaMy heart pounded rapidly as he pinned me to the bed. I became anxious and fearful at the same time. He was so close I could feel his cock harden between us. I had not been intimate with anybody in a very long time. My hands went to his chest as I tried to push him away because I wasn't sure if it was Edward or his Beast who wanted me. He bit my lower lip and I had no choice but to open my mouth. His tongue slithered into my mouth exploring every inch of it. His hand moved down my body.“Spread your legs.” He ordered, forcing his knee between mine to spread them further. But he pulled back, hesitating. He was giving me a choice. I let my legs fall open and he let his trousers fall, allowing his cock to spring free. He smirked as he rubbed the tip of his against my pussy causing an unbidden moan to escape my lips. He was massive and I worried he might break me in two. However, I wasn't allowed to worry for long because he suddenly thrust into me. My hips involuntarily bucked as h
EdwardMy Beast just confessed to her and claimed her. Part of me accepted this, but part of me was jealous. Why does he get to have a mate while I was robbed of mine? But the Ara that surfaced earlier wasn't my Ara. She initially felt like her but her smile faltered and with that so did her mask. There is something dark about this Ara compared to my intended who was all light. Her light was what I loved most about her. It was infectious. She would have made the perfect mother and Queen. This one…this one I can't allow to have Bella. Bella is mine!I hope my Beast is ready to share. I push him back causing his horns to disappear and the red to fade from his eyes. I sit up, resting against the padded headboard. I pull Bella onto my lap. “What my Beast was trying to explain is that you will be our Queen. We want you as ours, Bella…only ours.”She shook her head. “The Beast may want me. You, as you are now, only wanted me so that I could rid you of your curse so that you could return to
BellaWhen I awoke the next morning, I was alone in bed, which led me to wonder if my brain had conjured up the passion between Edward and me. I rolled out of bed, wondering why I would have such vivid dreams of Edward. Perhaps it was a vision of the future, but he hadn’t been kind to me since he took me from Earth. Hell, he had tortured me as punishment, leaving scars and missing digits. I lifted my hand to remind myself just why I should hate him, before gasping when I had all of my fingers. What in the world? I took a step, crying out in pain from the ache between my legs. Oh God! It was true. I had given myself to him. I paled as I thought about how I had met every one of his thrusts, even going so far as riding him when I claimed him as mine.What had I been thinking? I am human. I can't claim anyone, let alone a Beast. What must he think of me? I didn’t want him. I had only participated so that he wouldn’t hurt me. I was tired of being punished. I was afraid of it. I was–I wiggl
EdwardMy guards flanked an overconfident Arnold as he strutted into the hall, his cocky smirk doing little to mask the flicker of unease in his blackened eyes. He should have been nervous because I had warned him not to touch Bella. I saw the way his gaze darted to her, who sat stiff and pale on the throne beside mine. Her fingers twisted in her lap. Though she tried to make herself small, I could see the marks he had left on her neck. My bite, my claim, was already darkened by his filthy hands. The thought of it made my blood burn. He saw the marks that the Beast and I had left. She was ours fully, and she even tried to mark us in return. Her fire is smoldering. I need it to ignite, and I hope her watching me both protect and defend her will do just that. I regret not believing her the day my Beast had me leave that crude claim. “Edward,” he drawled, the smirk twisting into something more menacing. “You summoned me?” Does he not think that I would allow my Beast to defend our mate?
Bella“I think we should talk now, Edward,” I whispered. I turned to him. “I have so many questions. If you snap like that again, would your anger kill me? You would have killed him had I not stopped you, right?”“No, I won't hurt you. I think we should talk. Let’s go back to our room,” he murmured as he put his hands on my shoulders. “Will you come with me?”I looked from his hand on my left shoulder to his eyes, noting how they looked less predatory. The red was gone, replaced by a dark, steely gray that now had a bit of light to it. I was in complete shock over being asked to go with him instead of being ordered to go back to the room. I wasn’t sure if I could trust him, but I trusted him to show mercy, and he did, despite how enraged his Beast was. I am not as terrified of him as I was, but I am more confused than I was before, and I couldn’t fight the need to be close to him. That last fact is what scared me the most. What has changed and why? Does he only want me to bring Sara
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