"Where is Hades Wraithborn?" No.5 asked, his crimson gaze piercing through my mind like a scalpel. The corner of his lips raised with a certain optimistic grin. "I don’t know!" My voice was eerily monotonous, like a pre-programmed response. He frowned, eyes narrowing as he stood. "What’s your relationship with Hades Wraithborn?" "I don’t know!" I stood still, like a robot, going through the final testing. "Is she really hypnotized?" No. 2 leaned against the couch, a smug smirk curling his lips. "She is. Her pupils are dilated," No. 3 murmured, stepping forward. His eyes gleamed in the dim light as he inspected me, tilting my chin upward like I was some experiment. " His power of hypnotizing is strong enough to make me go through the worst nightmares! This is just another blood bank for us. She will be under his control""How did you come here? In this house?" No. 5 ignored the others, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. "Are you human?" "By bus. No, I am Elli
I ran my tongue over my lips, tasting the salty metallic blood as I watched Hades's brow rise with amusement. "I thought—!" he closed our distance, now mere inches away. "I was the devil here. Seems like you aren't any less!" My eyes followed his lips as they inched closer. My heart pounded, faster than usual, as he pressed his lips to the corner of my mouth, running his tongue over the blood smeared there. His hand trailed from my wrist to my chin, his crimson-red eyes locking onto mine. His breath brushed against my skin as he whispered, "You have Demon Blood. Only Fenrir possesses that blood." "Elysia Celeriac." He chuckled darkly. "I thought you only knew how to use your claws and that sword. Where is that sword?" His eyes burned into me, possessive and knowing, as if he saw something no one else could. I smirked, biting my own finger until blood welled at the tip. Before the droplet could hit the ground, his eyes glowed with hunger, like a predator about to devour its
Hades pressed his lips gently against the scar on my shoulder, a brief, almost tender gesture. The warmth of his breath lingered as he moved away, carefully grabbing the blanket and tucking it around me, taking extra care with each movement. There was something about the way he handled me — so cautious yet commanding — that left me feeling strangely vulnerable. After securing the blanket, he grabbed a shawl and draped it around his waist before rising to his feet. "Those Vampires might know your existence here," he said, his voice low, as he approached the bathroom door. "They've caught the scent of your blood."I watched him, still in a daze, and pulled the blanket tighter to my chest. A bath would be nice, but my body had other ideas — exhausted, sore, and drained after the intense night. "So, am I going to be haunted by them? Or will they hunt me for being an extraordinary wolf?" I asked, trying to make light of the situation, though deep down, the thought of vampires hunting me
The gentle breeze after the rain felt blissful. Leaning against the car window, I watched as the trees blurred past, running backward as we sped down the road. A vast lake shimmered under the overcast sky, swans gliding across its surface like white specters. The steel bridge we passed groaned under the weight of passing vehicles, producing an eerie melody that sent a strange shiver down my spine. I had always loved traveling, but being part of a pack meant restrictions. Crossing into different territories without permission was forbidden, leaving many places unexplored. But today, things were different. “Seems like you like the human world,” Hades’ voice broke through the hum of the engine. I turned to look at him. He was driving with one hand, the other reaching out to tuck a stray strand of my hair behind my ear. The wind had been playing with it, twisting it into soft waves. “It’s peaceful,” I murmured, closing my eyes for a moment, letting the cool air brush against my sk
A suffocating silence surrounded us, thick like the stagnant air of an abandoned crypt. Hades slowly pulled his hand away from my wrist, his touch leaving behind an unfamiliar warmth that sent an unsettling shiver down my spine. I ignored it, focusing on the tension in his jaw. He was cautious—too cautious. Something was wrong. “Don’t breathe in the scent here,” he warned, his voice barely above a whisper. There was a sharp edge to it, a tension that made my heartbeat quicken. I nodded, swallowing hard. But my instincts screamed for me to do the opposite—to sniff the air and identify whatever danger he sensed. Before I could act on the impulse, Hades’ fingers clamped over my mouth again, his grip firm yet controlled. “Don’t,” he murmured, his breath ghosting against my skin. My pulse stuttered. How did he know that I was going to do that?The mate bond between us was already unbearable at times, but this? This closeness was suffocating. I could feel the heat radiating from h
The chilling sensation crept within me when I turned my head. I felt Ella growing so aggressive inside me that she was ready to shift and run away. However, despite everything, we couldn't let her shift—no matter what. But when my attention shifted from the hand to the figure looming over me, my body froze. My hair stood on end, a chill running down my spine. "What the fuck is that?" I felt my stomach twist with disgust. Its face was twisted and decayed, flesh peeling away to reveal jagged teeth and hollow, sunken eyes. It wasn’t human. It was a werewolf. And I was pretty sure by then what Hades meant by being forever caged in this place. It was something else. The witch—whoever had set this fucking trap—was making werewolves stuck here. They ended up looking like zombies or whatever the hell this was. It was pure hell. "S-Save me!" A chillingly eerie voice came from it. I kicked the hand away and tried to stand up abruptly. However, my body wasn’t responding to me when the
“It’s a wizard, right?” I followed Hades as he moved forward, his steps weak and slow, his gaze scanning the surroundings. “Yes. But it could also be a witch.” His voice was low, almost thoughtful. “Hecate usually preys on weak young females, especially those who have lost their purpose in life.” A chill ran down my spine. His words carried an unsettling weight. Hades glanced at me before pushing the door open. “Elysia?” “Yes?” I turned toward him, catching the intensity in his gaze. “You should trust yourself more.” His tone was softer than usual, lacking its usual coldness. “Loving someone is hard, but that doesn’t mean you have to keep prioritizing others over yourself. Move on. Find someone who will love you.” I froze, my eyes widening slightly. It wasn’t just his words that surprised me—it was the warmth laced within them. A bitter chuckle slipped from my lips. “And what about you? Why haven’t you found someone else?” My voice was sharper than I intended. “Having a
Holding the first aid box, I stepped into the dimly lit living room, where Hades sat hunched over an old, tattered book. His fingers traced the faded ink on its brittle pages, his brows furrowed in concentration. The air smelled of parchment and the lingering scent of dried blood. "We've got two out of ten," he murmured, barely noticing my presence. "Who knows where the rest are hidden?" "Lay down," I instructed, my voice firm. Hades finally looked up, exhaustion dulling his usually sharp gaze. His expression twisted with confusion. "Excuse me?" I lifted the first aid box. "Take your clothes off and lay down," I repeated. For a moment, he simply stared. Then, with a low chuckle, he pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his sculpted chest and the deep gashes along his back. The wounds were still raw, streaked with dried blood and torn flesh. "They were originally werewolves," Hades continued, shifting slightly as he settled on the couch. "Those who tried to kill him. It
Carolina, The lights of the grand manor flickered like a dying flame as I stepped through the threshold, uninvited, unseen for years, but never forgotten. My heels echoed against the marble floors, the sharp rhythm slicing through the silence like a blade. I knew where he would be—where he always ended up when the world became too much for him. Drowning himself in whiskey, in bodies, in power. And tonight, I would be the ocean that pulled him under. Jonathan Hornet. Who tossed me aside once he met Elysia. He promised me that he would make me his Luna. He used me , my family and friends to get favor from them. But once I was no more useful, he forgot my existence. He used to say my name like it was a prayer. Now, it would taste like poison on his lips. I stood at the door of his private chambe, the guards already dismissed or unconscious with liquor and bribes. They had grown careless, just like him. Inside, I could hear muffled laughter, moans, the sound of ice clinking in a gl
Jonathan, The memory of her voice echoed in my skull like a mocking bell. " I am already marked, can't Alpha Jonathan sense it? Or you don't have that ability!" Those words—those sharp, venom-laced words—had silenced the entire ballroom. Every eye turned toward me, not with admiration, not with fear, but with barely concealed pity. As if I were a dethroned monarch, stripped and paraded before the wolves I once commanded. She made a fool of me. She knew that I wasn't blessed. She knew that I was only an Alpha in name and she mocked me in front of everyone. That bitch... She was supposed to kneel down, spread her legs and carry my heir. She was supposed to be my perfect slave. But instead, she threw herself onto that bastard. How dare she!!! I clenched my jaw as I stared at the broken glass on the floor. I had crushed it in my hand without realizing, shards still embedded in my palm. Blood trickled between my fingers, but the pain was nothing compared to the searing rage in m
The sky had turned a soft gray, painted with streaks of peach as the sun began its descent behind the lake. The gentle rustling of wind through the trees whispered against the glass walls of the penthouse, and the koi pond shimmered with scattered reflections of the dying light. Hades lay beside me, his arm slung protectively across my waist, the remnants of our shared warmth still lingering on our skin. My fingers trailed along his collarbone, tracing the faint lines of old battles that lived quietly on his body. He looked peaceful—more peaceful than I had seen him in a long time. His dark lashes rested against his cheeks, his expression soft in sleep, like a child who had found momentary safety. But I knew what lay ahead. I had to return to my pack, to my father, and to the mess Jonathan had created in my absence. And I had to do it without Hades.I couldn't tell him that I was ordered to be executed... If he knew that this had been happening behind his back, he would kill Jonat
" I want to have a baby after everything settles down!" I whispered in his arms. The soft rustle of leaves outside the open window carried the scent of night-blooming jasmine, folding into the air between us like an unspoken promise. The moonlight filtered through sheer curtains, casting gentle shadows over Hades’s features. He looked so peaceful, so human, so mine in that moment that my heart clenched in a way I hadn’t expected. His hand caressed my waist, firm and warm, anchoring me to the present. “Do you mean it?” he asked after a long moment, voice quiet, hesitant, almost boyish in its vulnerability. “About the baby?” I nodded without hesitation, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead. “I do. With every piece of me. I have forgotten about those nonexistent past. But now I am here with you, with Ruby and my father, I want to be happy and have my own family. A proper family!” He exhaled slowly and pulled me closer, pressing my hand to his chest where I could feel
I hadn't told Hades about the verdict that Jonathan announced. I knew the man lacked spine, but behind him, it was Luna Astoria who was clearly pulling the strings. Her influence had grown insidiously, and now it was starting to threaten everything I had built—everything I had bled for. But as much as I wanted to face that battle, today wasn’t about the pack or the politics.Today was about the strain in my relationship with Hades. That silent tension that hummed in the air whenever our eyes met but neither of us spoke the words buried beneath the surface. He didn’t want to talk about the past. And I didn’t want to force it out of him. But I also couldn’t let this chasm grow wider. We had already lost too much in our previous life. I wouldn’t let silence steal what we still had left.After lunch with his parents—an unexpectedly warm and light-hearted affair—I excused myself and made my way toward the penthouse he had built near the lakeside. Hades had once called it his place of solit
The Wraithborn Pack had not changed much over, though I saw it now with different eyes. Its stone walls still stood tall, carved with ancient symbols of power and legacy, but the air was different. It wasn’t suffocating as it once had been—not bitter, nor judging. It had been still cheerful and peaceful. Despite having some uneasy feeling, related to that night, I started feeling close to the Pack. Maybe I was marked by the Alpha of the Pack. The sense of longing wasn't frail. I walked along the marble path, hands clasped behind my back. The garden was awake with life. Roses bloomed red like secrets kept too long, and silver ivy curled against the wrought iron arches. I hadn't talked to Hades about the conflict between us. He left soon after we spent some time together. He was really busy with handling everything that he left unfinished when we went to the human world. My Man is really hardworking. "Elysia."The voice was familiar, but it lacked the pride I once associated with h
Elysia,In my previous life perceptive, Hades and I were sworn enemies who were ready to kill. However, after learning the truth about his nature, it was clear that my Blood sword wasn't enough to kill him. And even if he killed me out of spite, it was completely understandable and acceptable. He wasn't nothing to me in my previous life. It was me who killed him, and I had no rights to hold such a grudge.But I felt so heartbroken after remembering the child I raised inside me. I knew that he had his reasons, but I started grieving for the baby that would never exist in this life. The ache was quiet, nestled somewhere deep, but it was persistent—like the residue of a love song that never finished."Elysia!"Dad's voice brought me back to the house. Hades left soon after I fell asleep... Or I pretended to fall asleep last night. He apologized precisely, thinking I was sleeping. But I couldn't, because my emotions were rollercoasters—too steep, too fast. I was torn between anger, confus
The silence weighed heavy in the room. My chest rose and fell with shallow breaths as I knelt beside the bed, head lowered, fists clenched. The storm inside my head refused to calm. I had betrayed her. No matter the reasoning, the truth could never be buried. The blade had come from me. From Carlos. From the ones who had sworn to protect her.And she didn’t even know. She didn't even get the chance to see who stabbed her from behind.Our target was to destroy her heart. Serene said once her heart would be corrupted, we wouldn't be able to stop her. So we did what we were supposed to do.Or so I thought.The guilt hollowed me from the inside. It wrapped around my ribs like a serpent, squeezing, choking, taunting me with her soft breaths that lingered behind me.She was alive. She was breathing. But she wouldn’t be when the truth surfaced. And yet I couldn’t tear myself away.I stayed there, frozen, as each second dragged like an eternity. My vision blurred. The pain of it—what we did,
Hades, The night air was quiet as we stepped into the manor, but the stillness did little to soothe the storm brewing within me. Elysia walked beside me, her expression unreadable yet beautiful in the low candlelight. She hadn’t said much since we left the ballroom, but her silence wasn’t emptiness—it was concentration. Her mind worked like mine. Both of us were thinking of the Book Knowledge and the parts we had recovered.We reached the chamber where the pieces were laid out—ten fragments of ancient parchment, each humming with a soft, otherworldly pulse. Elysia closed the door behind us and stepped into the circle they formed.“Tonight,” she said, her voice quiet but firm, “we find out what they were hiding.”I nodded once. “Are you ready?”She glanced at me, her eyes a reflection of fire and shadows. “Always.”Together, we began the invocation. The symbols etched into the floor around the parchment glowed faintly as Elysia spoke in the old tongue, her voice a melody lost to time.