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Bayswater Pack Lands Romeo Price “Perimeter breach, all warriors to the Northern border. NOW!” My howls reverberated through the air, calling all pack warriors to the northern border. I stood erect on four paws, hackles raised, my eyes scanning the perimeter for incoming enemies. My mind-link is busy, listening to reports and giving out battle strategies. We are not only going to win this fight, it is imperative for us to minimize the number of casualties. “Yes, Alpha!” “Coming, Alpha!” “Almost there!” A chorus of replies were heard in my mind-link amidst thundering paws, my warriors prepped and
Five years laterBayswater BeachLithe and perfectly sculpted, just like a magnificent god, he emerged from the sea. His staggering height and impressive structure enveloped in beads of water, causing his skin to shimmer as sunlight bounced off the liquid spheres. My eyes trailed voraciously over the muscles on his sculpted torso and brazenly my sight moved lower, towards the chiselled abdomen over his stomach, pausing for a millisecond before I dared to roam below his waist, to the narrow plains curving below his pelvis.My lips had gone dry and I licked my lips nervously as my eyes travelled over his shorts, completely soaked and clinging like a second skin, hanging precariously on his hips.
My world stood still and I stared the scroll which lay in my hands, mouth agape. The red emblem on the scroll, as well as the pixie messenger represented only one thing, a message from the Wiccan Council. The highest authority in our community, five of the wisest and strongest wizards and witches ruling over our realm. My fate was sealed when the pixie appeared on the beach, destined either for greatness or for doom. This is because a letter by the Wiccan Council could only mean one of two things, a glorious appointment with the council or punishment which results in death. What would the council want with me? I am nothing but a soon-to-be nineteen year old witch. Clutching the scroll tightly in my hand, I swiftly gathered my stuff from the beach and spri
“Sacrifices must be made if you desire the position of power.” My late grandmother’s wise words reverberated in my brain as I accepted the offer by the Wiccan Council last night. She herself was among the first council members after we lost our King and Queen.This morning, I mulled over the circumstances leading to my appointment as Crimson Bay’s youngest council member as my feet took me to my father’s office.“Yes, Father. You called?” I knocked on the door and peered cautiously before entering into his office.“Ah, just the person I am looking for.” My Father looked up from the sheets of paper that he had in his hands, a frown wrinkling on his forehead, his eyes glazed, his mind still immersed in whatever issue he had at hand.
Nari Montgomery Standing in front of the full-length mirror, I twirled excitedly in my birthday dress, admiring the soft folds of its fabric and the beautiful shimmer it makes as light touches the dress. The high waisted garment is close-fitting around the bust and tapers off loosely from the waist to my ankles. Today is my nineteenth birthday and tonight will be the night where the Goddess will reveal I am the chosen mate for the Alpha of Bayswater pack, Romeo Price. I giggled at the thought of finally being mated to my best friend and boyfriend, the thought filling my heart with happiness and making me giddy. I eyed my twin sister slinking at the doorway behind me, trying to be obscure. “Ala
Romeo adjusted his cufflinks as they approached the front door of Nari’s residence, an ill-suffering sigh escaping his lips. He hates wearing a tuxedo, the garment is too restrictive and a pain to get out of if he needs to shift. Yet here he is, wearing one just so that he can appease Nari. “Looking good tonight, Alpha. Our future Luna will be happy to see you.”There was a wolfish grin on Arch’s face and as the biggest player in Bayswater, he is probably thinking about the witches that he’s going to bed tonight. They entered the hall and Romeo’s eyes zoomed towards Nari, her coral dress shimmering under the lights. His heartbeat turned erratic as their eyes met and his mouth grew dry. When did Nari become so beautiful?
Romeo was standing on the raised platform, his body frozen as Nari floated menacingly in front of him, chanting in a voice that is not hers but a deep, gravelly, and ominous sound. The voice rang loudly across the hall. “You are MINE!” Her eyes were glowing strangely, threads of black mist swirling and growing behind her floating figure. Romeo’s eyes darted wildly, trying to find a way to escape. No matter how hard he tried moving his legs, they remained rooted to the floor. Alaia gasped, her eyes rounding in alarm as realization dawned upon her. The coloured stones and hexagon star which she discovered earlier was not meant for Nari. It was meant for somebody else. It was meant for Romeo who Nari sees as her
Bayswater Beach Annabelle was walking back from the beach when she heard a noise that suspiciously sounded like a groan. Her ears twitched and her head bobbed to the left, from where she presumed the sound came from. She stilled, her eyes squinting towards the tall grass which bordered the beach, her ears trying to distinguish what she heard from the natural sounds associated with the beach. She thought she heard another groan but it was fainter. Could someone be in trouble? She thought to herself. Sundown is fast approaching as the final traces of the sun dipping into the horizon. On the opposite side, the moon has risen, and very soon, red and orange hues will appear when the earth’s moon is encapsulated in a total lunar ec