Ziss’s P.O.VA loud piercing cry pulled me from the dark cloud I had been drowning in. It was persistent, leading me out of the abyss I was drowning in. It pulled me out into the light and my senses sparked one after the other until I became aware. I felt the muted warmth of another body as it warmed my own. I felt strong arms caging me in a way that should have been suffocating but brought me so much comfort. I became aware of the intoxicating scent that healed me with each breath I took. And the most traumatizing, I knew Kia had touched ground on the land.Five heart beats could be counted in the room. The silence was broken only by the soft thudding of their hearts, their constant breathing and of course, Kia’s cries, wherever he was. 'Where am I?', I thought, sifting through a cloud of my last memories but then...everything came crashing back. The pain, the ache, and the heavy grief with the horror of everything that had happened. I found myself clenching my arms tightly against
Brum was following me around like a lost puppy and I hated it. He was there when I got out of the shower. The bed was made, his shoulders lowered in defeat. He was there when the ladies brought in an outfit for me. He was there as I stood, fully dressed, ready to address my people. He went to pull on his t-shirt and shorts, walking after me, irking me with his presence that I tried and failed to ignore.I walked out of my royal quarters, staring at blank walls. I valiantly ignored my churning emotions, a consequence of walking these walls without my father's presence. I was well and truly alone. The caves and mountain seemed larger than they had ever been before. Not even Kia’s wails could vanquish the cold and emptiness of the caves, caves I would reside in alone.They looked darker and haunted. The life and beauty drained out of them.I cocked my head up to the sound of rapid footsteps and met Drakko's gaze with my own as he made his way to me. He bowed his head as soon as he saw me
Firstly, I would like to thank you all for reading and being patient with me. It has been decided that the vampires and the dragons will each have a series of their own continuing from their books in this series. I would also like to apologize because as I revised the book, I realized that most of the time instead of writing Areli, I wrote Alina which must have been confusing for some of you. Thank you so much for supporting and being a part of this journey guys. Next on the list is Logan’s story (THE ROYALLY SCREWED ROGUE) I will start updating the book next month. I will also start a new werewolf series this month. To stay updated, please check out my f* pg (Setiyele M.) Lots of love, Tema G.M
THE WEREWOLF KINGDOM: THE ROYAL PACK Queen Areli sat in the office with her arms rested on the desk, staring at the king, her mate. Silence filled the room, just eyes locked with each other, promises being made with one smirking as the other fought a giggle. The opening of a door pulled them from their staring game. Queen Areli, queen to the werewolf kingdom and goddess of darkness, beamed so brightly from the win against her mate in their stare game. The scent of Royal Beta Brum hit them hard, having been waiting for him for an hour. His hair was unkept, smelling of the woods where he always disappeared to. His face was blank as always, death haunting him, like a ghost wondering around with no direction at all. You did not have to look far to see that he had drowned long ago. The moody and proud beta was gone, leaving behind a shell with no one knowing what had happened or how to get him back. The room filled with tension just as fast, it seeping in every corner and suffocating lik
THE DRAGON KINGDOM: ROYAL GOLD CITY PRINCESS ZISEALER’S P.O.V It was the tiny patter of feet that let me know I was dreaming and even in my sleep I could hear and feel my heart drum so frantically with the distress falling on me. I could feel myself just turn over and over in my sheets with the sweat collecting on my skin. An eleven-year-old me ran down the passages to go gardening with my mother. I wore my little black leggings and my favorite yellow t-shirt which I was gifted on my birthday. My giggles echo through the halls I knew like the back of my hand only for a foreign hand to quickly wrap around my mouth. My young body thrashed, the shock leaving me shifting and screaming but my sounds are muffled as I am pulled into a room with the door closed shut. My watery eyes pull wide open just as my body is painfully pushed to the wall. The tears stream down my face just when my uncle wraps his hand around my neck. My eyes go wide, my little hands on his large ones, thrashing and f
“Father, I just saw Royal Beta Brum. Why is he still here?” I burst in the room so fast only to halt in my steps. “Father, what are you doing up? You should not be up.” I cried out, rushing to him, taking the traditional long chest chain from his hands. The room was never altered ever since my mother died. Father had loved her so much. Their love was something I had never seen before and I had dreamed of it myself until all my dreams crushed and burned. It was all my fault, it was my fault she was gone. I clipped the chain, moving to take the traditional jacket with all the royal orders, pulling it over him and then I fixed the traditional shirt under the jacket. My eyes did not fail to notice his leg shake from the pain. My head shook, swallowing. His health was deteriorating faster than he could even find suitors for me. Each day I woke up and ran to check on him because I didn’t know what I would do if I lost him. “Father, please, stop this.” I said out with him clearing his thr
“You threw a dinner party, did you not?” I chuckled, hearing the music from where the dining hall was as we descended down to it. My arm was hooked around my father’s arm, lanterns lit all through the passage, father’s guards right behind us. He never had them accompany him before because he was such a proud and powerful man but since his deteriorating health, he began moving around with two guards just incase my brother emerges. I would not put it past him to kill our father. “Only the best, my daughter is leaving, she needs to be celebrated.” Father whispered out, me giggling and tightening my hold on him. He was seven foot nine and I was just six foot five which made walking next to him one of the best things ever. I could just lean my head on him and feel like a little girl again. “But I am not dressed for the occasion. I am under dressed.” I cried out, the sound of my heels echoing all through the halls. “What are you talking about? You dress up for everything, you are never un
The lanterns were burning low, the halls quiet with all those living in the royal mountain having retired into their caves. My feet were bare, kissing the cool ground as the sound of the water sang for me. My beads were all that I heard, so many of them piled over each other. My eyes were set on one direction, one direction only. Moisture from the water sank into my freshly bathed skin, my perfume having even me nearly weak to my knees. I smelt so good and I was sure I looked even better. My body was curve and nothing else. My hips and ass had my waist look even thinner than it was, large breast moving with each step I took. I had not thought the night was going to end with me doing this but there I was. Never in a million years had I thought I would give myself away in the way I was yet again, there I was. There was no turning back, I had accepted my fate and I could not tame the happiness that just bubbled up inside me. My walk was slow, building my own anticipation as my shadow fol