The young boy scowled as he watched his friend panicking, pacing about the destruction he made. They were given just one rule and he blew it, just five minutes into it. He couldn't believe the stupidity of his friends. Their sister was going to kill them. He didn't want to face the wrath of the older menace, but now, they were subjected to that suffering one way or the other. He didn't even know how he was going to explain the situation and get them out of it. He rubbed his palm down his face, already regretting having decided to stay back to help against his better judgement. He should have known by now that staying with his stupid friends always resulted in him getting in trouble. He could just leave them, but he knew they were already pissing their trousers. He couldn't abandon them. Their older sister slowly approached, making all their hearts skip. How did it get to this? When the scary lady strode into the house, her eyes immediately fell on them, and then, the mess before them
I let the silence consume the room, trying to calm us both down. As the seconds tick by, she stopped sobbing and sniffing. The fear was almost entirely gone. And that's when the perfect idea hit me. I already knew it was a stupid idea the moment I thought of it. I'd only ever used it on Brie. It was my ultimate way to unscrew my mess with her. Even still, I never used the particular one Alaric was insisting I use. It was the truth, I wouldn't be lying, but still. The only side effects of the idea were the pains that followed, the memories of her death; her lifeless stiff body, the blood from her tiny body being invaded, and everything that came with it. But, if it would get her to forgive me, then maybe, just maybe, it would be worth it. "Growing up, I'd always known my father had countless enemies," I started softly, "even though I trained hard, I had this relief that he would always be there to protect me, or no one is smart enough to try to hurt me with him around. So for that, I
The lady hummed as she went about her sewing work, bottom lip bit and forehead puckered with concentration as she worked on embroidering the design into the velvet material. Her eyes were full, showing the faraway look in them. In front of her, attaching the string of beads to the other half of the dress was her daughter. If she was looking, she would have realised that her daughter has been captured by yet another curiosity.Just the other day, on her way back after phasing without her mother's knowledge, she came across a male and a female in the woods. The female was held up to a tree, making sounds she thought were odd because it wasn't sounds of pain or panic. Like she was enjoying whatever the male was doing to her.From her perspective, squealing and chirping are enough to show one's excitement and enthusiasm for an action or situation. The female's reaction left her confused, resulting in her standing there as they continued what they were doing, oblivious to the ten years old
What! Is she serious right now? After manipulating my body, forcing me to watch while she practically forced the man into taking advantage of me, she wanted me to scare the shit out of him and face first-class embarrassment? It wasn't his fault he tried to see me as a sister but had no idea the claimed sister has a slut for a wolf. Which is ironic because I'm human, I'm supposed to be the slut. What happened wasn't his fault. Yes, he could have handled it better, but knowing how hard it is to fight your wolf, especially when it comes to sex, I'd rather not blame him. I knew for sure that it wasn't easy to avoid me. Literally, almost all the unmated males, both teenagers and above, were after me, and I didn't even try to seduce them. Yet, I did with him. His self-control needed a little… a lot of work. Still, not his fault, and I refused to scare him and put us in an embarrassing position. I knew the statement, "I'm deeply sorry for what I did. What happened was a terrible mistake" wa
My heart paused as I stood there, contemplating if I should move in or not. I couldn't think at the moment because I didn't know what I should think. Zinnia was shouting in my head, demanding I go in there and save our miracle. He was our miracle, our only way to live a peaceful life. That's if he doesn't freak out when he sees my wolf. I couldn't just charge in there because he wasn't our mate. He didn't have one, so I knew other females were trying as well. Of course, they would, he is like a forever open candidate.‘What do you think you are doing?’ Zinnia screamed, ‘Get in there and claim our man!’ Shaking my head, I decided to leave instead. I heard the girl ask where he was going before the door ripped open as I was about to turn. I did not expect to see the brilliant smile on his face or the ecstatic glow in his eyes. He was happy to see me."Sapphire, you came to see me?" He spoke with so much enthusiasm, too much in fact. I nodded vigorously. His eyes trailed down to the bask
"Mama," he called, his head tilted upward and eyes fixed on the picture of his parents on the wall. In the picture, they were smiling at each other, a certain excitement in their eyes. If he didn't know better, he would have thought they were happily in love, but he knew better. The picture was taken way before he was born, way before his father grew a certain fondness for the woman he chose to be his mate. Their smiles might have been bright, but their hearts weren't.How can something so beautiful be so painful?"Yes, my world?" The older woman asked, not raising her head from her book. The boy blinked, mentally searching for any emotion in his heart, the usual sadness that came whenever he looked at the picture on the wall. He found none."Tell me, why is the mate bond so important? Aside from helping people identify their soulmates? Can't non-soulmates be happy together?" The woman, still looking at her book, shrugged."That's just it, it helps locate one's soulmate. There's a pos
She looked at the object on the table, frowning upon it with great disdain. She would rather be doing other things, like reading books and sorting flowers. This was not on her to-do list. Yet, her mother insisted. She looked up from the object, a hateful frown still seated on her face. Her mother was busy cleaning the second one. "I really don't like this, Mother, must I?""You must because one day when everything turns red, you'll need to know how to defend yourself and survive. It's not something I ever wished for you to learn, but it's something you have to. You might hate it now, but one day, you'll remember this day and smile, glad that I made sure you did."_____I am certainly glad.Alpha Ajax dropped the big bomb on me at his office, I'd have to prove myself too. In his pack, everyone has to prove worthy of it, to test their level of power and strength and see how best they can improve it and their ranks. I got to learn that even if the omegas don't fight much, they are traine
I sped through the forest as soundlessly as I could, pushing things out of my way. I automatically knew how to dodge stepping on things that would emit any sound to give myself away, using the trees as my cover from the enemies. It had been forty minutes since the trial began. Ten minutes into it, Scarlette and I somehow separated. I honestly still don't know how, but it would have happened anyway, we weren't allowed to help each other.So far, I made it in, avoiding any form of traps or confrontation from anyone or anything, but I didn't get lucky. I stumbled upon a group of hunters. At first, I almost panicked when I saw them, they could kill me. Then I remembered what the alpha said. So, I had to focus on not getting a scratch or too much. That didn't go so well because I ended up with a wound on my forearm.It happened when one of the archers shot an arrow. The arrow didn't pierce me, but in my attempt to avoid it, it swished past my forearm and gave me a pretty good cut. I had le