Mia is a wolf, faced with challenges and several rejections by the one she loves, Hazel. She finds out about the age-old prophecy about her and returns to reclaim what belongs to her. Will Mia be able to fulfill her destiny? Most especially, will she be able to forgive Hazel and his family after she finds out about the darkness they have been hiding for years?
Lihat lebih banyakMia's POV
I came back from one of the neighbor's gardens that I was asked to work on, only to meet my parents and my sister sitting in the little courtyard. They were too busy having a family timeout that my presence was unrecognized.
"Mum, Dad, I'm home!" I said happily as I skipped towards them only to meet the shock of my eye. All my boxes of gifts were outside and my mother was selecting stuff from them carefully.
I stood in front of my parents and tried to fight back my tears as I watched them take everything that belongs to me and hand it over to my little sister.
"What's going on mother?" I asked but she only glared at me and didn't utter a word.
The pain I felt from being mocked by others for the mere fact that all my mates have wolfed out and I still haven't, was nothing compared to the pain I felt when my parents constantly reminded me of how I am so much of a disappointment to them.
"But Mum, I really loved that dress…"
I whispered in tears as I clenched my fists and sobbed quietly.
"You were supposed to transform with this dress on, but the full moon came and went, twice! All my friends and neighbors keep telling the stories of how their daughters have transformed yet you keep making me feel even more embarrassed than I already am!" She yelled at me and I moved back a bit in shock.
"Why are you treating me this way? It's not even my fault that I didn't transform!" I cried but she didn't bat an eye and just continued handing everything to my sister.
"Father, please do something about this…" I muttered but he threw his face away and kissed his teeth like I said something abominable.
My mother went on and on, giving out everything in my bags to my sister.
"That's all, as for you Mai, since you enjoy working in people's farms and gardens, then you'll learn to dress more like a gardener.." she snarled and my eyes widened in shock.
Without hesitating, my father pulled out an old rusty box from under his bench and dusted the top.
"Take this box, everything inside it now belongs to you." He said sternly. There's nothing I can do about the situation at this point, I just gently placed the box on my head and ran back into my room, letting the tears flow freely down my sore cheeks.
I sat in my room crying and didn't realize that the sun had gone down. I heard a slight knock on my window and I immediately knew who it was so I rushed to open it.
"Xavier…" I whispered as I hugged him and buried my face in his chest.
He held me tightly and didn't even ask me why I was crying in the first place.
"There, let it all out.." he whispered in my ears as he stroked my hair with one hand and rubbed my back with the other.
"Maybe you should lock your door first. I don't want anyone scolding you for only caring about boys and not transforming." he said and I nodded.
The last time Xavier came here, my father lectured him about staying far away from girls that haven't transformed when they're supposed to have transformed. I felt so embarrassed that I locked myself in for days.
"Come on, sit and tell me what's bothering you so much, aside your inability to transform"
"What else if not my inability to transform?
Today my mother gave everything I owned to Penny. I have nothing left, no clothes, no books, nothing. All I have left is this box of old and ragged clothes. They're treating me like it's my fault that I couldn't transform when I was supposed to.
Xavier, it's not fair to me…." I said and burst into tears again.
"Come here…" Xavier muttered and pulled me in for a hug.
"Let's go get some fresh air, we'll go to the lake and you can play me some of your tunes..."
"But my parents…." I tried to protest but he placed his index finger over my lips.
"Don't worry about them for now. The sun is already setting and nobody will see us leaving. Besides, I have a gift for you." He said and my eyes glistened at the sound of that.
"Let's go.." I said and took his hand as we both jumped through my window and ran into the woods towards my favorite lake.
"Slow down Xavier, what's so special about the gift?" I asked and tried to keep up the pace.
"You'll see." He yelled and ran further ahead.
We both got there and I sat at the foot of a tree and took out my flute from my pocket.
"Now stop panting and play something for me" he said and sat a few meters away from me.
"How can I just stop panting when you keep running like there's a wild animal after your life?" I whined and closed my eyes for a while.
The rough wind brushed against my bare skin as I shut my eyes and blew air into the flute, letting my fingers do the magic.
I let the flow of the tunes fill me with calmness and when I was done, I opened my eyes to see Xavier smiling like he had seen an angel.
"You're crying, again…" he said as he cleaned the corner of my left eye.
"I was just being emotional, nothing much.
Now where's my gift you douche!" I asked and gently punched his arm.
He stared at me for a while, then went ahead to bring out a sealed box from behind one of the trees.
"What's this?" I asked.
"Just open it.." he replied and sat with his legs crossed.
I nodded and gently ripped the seal open. Opening the box, my heart fluttered and felt my eyes burning with tears.
"Xavier…" I cried and he covered my mouth to stop me from crying but it was already late.
"You got these for me?" I asked and ran my hands through the clothes inside the box.
"Well, I was at the market when a lady came with all these clothes. They looked so beautiful on display so I thought to get some for you..
Although I had no idea your parents would give your clothes to Penny."
"Oh Xavier…" I sobbed and hugged him tightly.
We spent the rest of the time talking and laughing about random things until I remembered the kind of parents I have.
Without wasting time, I ran back home after hugging him goodnight.
The lights in the living room were turned off and so were the lights in the kitchen. I slowly tiptoed to my window and gently lifted myself so I could jump in, when suddenly the lights went on.
"And where are you coming from, young lady?"
I immediately dropped the box and clutched the hem of my dress.
Mia's POVA stone struck true, pulverizing the creature's eye with a sickening crunch. With a howl of agony, the wolf collapsed to the ground, its lifeblood staining the earth beneath it. As the last vestiges of life faded from its eyes, I breathed evenly and transformed back. Running up quickly, I jumped and kissed my mate. The flames on his hair were hot but they were not unbearable and they died down as he held me and kissed me back. It took all my willpower to break free from him and let us breath. Strands of sticky saliva trailed our lips as we parted and I was flushed up to my ears, breathless."Mia?" He breathed, looking at me in surprise.I would have grinned at him if I were not too busy being stunned."Xavier?!" I exclaimed. "What in the world?! How? I thought...""You never did see me without my turban," he teased. And he was right come to think of it."So the memory loss...""I did lose my memory," he said, shaking his head. "But I guess could say that an eyeball helped me
Mia's POVHe was no corrupted - he was much worse.In a desperate bid to end the chaos, I shifted into my wolf form, my white fur shimmering in the dim light of the throne room. With a newfound agility, I darted around the monstrous creature, my speed unmatched as I evaded its savage blows.But Hazel was relentless, his attacks coming fast and furious as he sought to overpower me with sheer brute force. With each passing moment, the battle grew more intense, the clash of claw and sinew echoing throughout the chamber.I ducked and weaved, narrowly avoiding each blow as I fought to keep the creature at bay. But despite my best efforts, I could feel my strength waning, the relentless pace of our battle taking its toll on my weary body..The battle raged on, each blow striking home with deadly precision as I fought to bring Hazel to his knees. With a primal snarl, I launched myself at the creature once more, my claws tearing through its flesh with savage ferocity.With one final, decisiv
Mia's POV"Yeah," I grinned at her. "Now please someone tell me what is going on? How did everyone get here?""There is little time for that," Amelia said, a scary amount of hope alight in her eyes. "Alpha King Hazel has gone mad and he is turning people left and right corrupted." I could see that everyone was surprised to hear this. But the forest itself whispered to me that she spoke the truth. "But he also has a way to cure the corruption. It is a wand in beneath his throne."I smiled at her and gazed out at the Sulfur Hands gathered. I did not see Lycidas but that was not a problem. I was certain he was alright."Well guys, it is the night of the blood moon. I have to tell you that I've got a castle to storm so come on out all of you and get away already. You've all done your part for me. Let me do mine for you."I saw them off and turned to face the vague direction of the palace.The eyeball (I could not get its name) had told me; Blood Moon prophecy Layer 5: The Inheritor shall
Mia's POVWith a surge of adrenaline, I plunged the knife into the creature's main body, my hands steady despite the trembling of my limbs. The blade sank deep into its flesh, eliciting a guttural roar of pain as the creature thrashed and writhed beneath me. Each movement was a dance of desperation, a desperate bid for survival against an opponent that seemed unstoppable.But even as I fought with all the strength and skill I could muster, I could feel the tendrils of exhaustion creeping into my limbs, sapping my strength and clouding my thoughts. How many times had I faced this creature? How many times had I died, only to wake and face it once again?The creature's death throes were violent and chaotic, its massive form convulsing with the last vestiges of life as it fought against the inevitable. But I was relentless, my resolve unshakeable as I drove the knife deeper and deeper into its flesh, refusing to let up until the creature lay still and silent beneath me.With a final, ragg
Hazel's POVAs I stand in the dimly lit chamber, the vial of corrupted blood held delicately between my fingers, I can feel the weight of expectation bearing down upon me. Zion's eyes bore into me with a pensive gaze, his expression unreadable as he observes my every move. The air is heavy with anticipation, charged with the possibility of what is to come.With a steady hand, I bring the vial to my lips and drink deeply, allowing the thick, viscous liquid to slide down my throat. The taste is metallic, tinged with a hint of something dark and otherworldly. But as the last drop passes my lips, I feel no surge of power, no sudden transformation. I am not surprised.I never expected the corrupted blood to grant me any sort of supernatural abilities. My purpose in drinking it was not to gain power, but to align myself with the prophecy, to force my way into its narrative. And in that regard, I believe I have succeeded.As I lower the vial, I meet Zion's gaze with a sense of calm resolve.
???'s POV Amidst the vast expanse of the celestial realm, I found myself floating among the stars, my consciousness adrift in a sea of cosmic wonders. Suddenly, a commanding voice reverberated through the void, pulling me from my reverie with its otherworldly resonance."Little thing," the voice called out, its words echoing through the cosmos like the distant rumble of thunder. Startled, I responded tentatively, my voice barely a whisper in the vastness of space. "Who... who's there?"I was ignored as the voice continued to speak. I listened intently as the voice spoke of the troubles that plagued mortals, of the ebb and flow of life, and of the chaos that reigned in the mortal realm. The voice seemed to ramble on for a while, its words swirling around me like a whirlwind of cosmic energy. It spoke of mortals and their endless troubles, of how they always seemed to find new ways to bring chaos and destruction upon themselves. It seemed rather easy to notice that it was the 'eyeball'
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