Standing behind one of the tall trees, Sasha peeked at the vast ground where a large number of tents were grounded in the ground, and in the middle, a huge double bell wedge tent stood high with Kastron's Flag flapping in the air right on top of it, that tent probably belonged to Ragnar.The sun rays were already slapping half of the tents, the night fury faded away and the moon had to die down so the sun could shine again.Many other flags along with the Walton Kingdoms flag were high in the air but lower than Kastron's Flag because the tent they were fixated over wasn't as huge as the one that belonged to Ragnar. It screamed who was the king. What surprised her the most were the other flags. The Kingdoms she thought were blessed with power, justice, and happiness were bowing to Ragnar in the shadows. He must have achieved them over the past years, just like the way he conquered her kingdom. His empire was huge, so huge her mouth was hanging low when her eyes landed on the tents fo
She watched her brother from behind as he walked towards his respective tent. The sorrow inside her was spilling through her gaze. Faith was playing with her yet again but this time she was better off dead than getting to hear the news of her brother's disaster once again.The group she was standing with gawked at her from head to toe and their abrupt silence brought her back to reality as she immediately turned her head to look at them."Ahh...haha, hello."Sasha gulped and mentally cursed herself when she realized she got in the group of Kastron's warriors in a hurry to conceal herself from her brother. Why always vampires?"And what do you want, lady?" One of them asked dryly. They didn't even politely greet her back. If they knew who she was their attitudes would be on the floor and their knees would be on the ground.Sasha felt like she was surrounded by huge walls and suddenly began to feel suffocated.They peered down at her as if she was nothing."I- ah...wanted to ask someth
She saw him.Everything suddenly blurred around her, her heartbeat which calmed down not long ago picked up a new, intensified pace. The voices around here turned hazy and all she could hear was the wild beating of her heart and all she could see was him. Her thoughts were completely muted because he consumed her senses like a tsunami that struck her faster than anticipated.He sat there under the open tent right beside his tent. Dressed in war attire with his dark silver hair tied up in a loose man bun, some rogue strands kissing his ethereal face.His aura was so strong, that an oblivious one wouldn't even have to struggle to point out who was the King of Kings among the men sitting under the tent.Fruits and drinks were settled in front of them but they remained untouched.Sasha stood there like a statue, oblivious that she was looking extremely odd while standing there and staring at them but to her the time had stilled, voices had turned hazy and the only focus was him.The serio
He was blocking her way out.At that moment her soul left her body and all she could sense was him in her vicinity.Nothing could go wrong more than this. This was the worst of it all.He blocked her way out of nowhere like death approaching her in her mid-twenties.Fast and unexpected, caught her so off guard she nearly fainted.He said nothing, just stood there like a wall and peered down at her, the metallic gray of his eyes drilled holes in her form as he eyed her up with quite an unamused stare.Sasha immediately stepped back and bowed at him. The witch behind her was not even struggling to breathe when Ragnar wasn't choking her at the moment. Was she dead for good?However, she was no longer Sasha's focus but the man in front of her. Her heart was literally breaking her ribcage at this point. His shadow that was casting on her bowed form looked like she was worshiping the devil.Though, there was not much difference."Arise." A shiver ran down her spine when his deep voice lande
The weather was colder than yesterday.The wind was slapping extra harshly against the thousands of armor.The heavy clouds protected the sun so the ground dimmed in the darkness surrounding them.Before them stood humans, looking ever so petite against vampires. They were huge in quantity but Sasha already knew who was triumphing, everyone among them did and that was why she just couldn't stop staring at the opponent with pity.Her hair danced in the air but her face remained concealed. Ragnar stood far from her sight, right in the middle of the front line beside him was his left hand but his Right hand remained out of sight.He must be purging in the kingdom that was gifted to him for toying.With a heavy heart, her eyes bounced between her brother and her husband before they traveled towards the witch. Unfortunately, she survived the choking session yesterday but this time either she was going to hell today or that witch.She tried to swallow the lump that was clogging her throat f
"R-Ragnar" Her throat closed upon seeing the sight in front of her. Never did she think she would have to witness such a sight where Ragnar was the one at the end of the blade. Her feet stayed frozen on the spot, her head felt heavier than ever and she just couldn't comprehend the scenery before her.She struggled to breathe.That poison one slash had an immortal vampire on the ground yet this one was piercing his chest like the most painful embrace.Every other vampire paused upon witnessing the most unpredictable situation ever. They tried to walk up to them but their way was blocked by Scorpions and Walton's guard and then another war began.The newly fresh blood once again kissed the ground, many mortals and a few immortals embraced the darkness and fell into nothingness.Sasha forced her feet to move just like Ragnar forced the blade out of his chest as he stumbled back while holding onto his chest. His expressions remained neutral, almost blank...too blank. Her lips trembled wh
"Sasha..." Everything had stilled around him, the voices had turned hazy and everything was blurry except her. He stared at his fierce blade with which he took many lives piercing his Sasha, foisting unbearable pain on her. He shook his head and fell on his knees right in front of her."You...w-weren't supposed to be here. This wasn't m-meant for you." Sasha who was on the verge of falling into nothingness slowly blinked at Ragnar. A small smile kissed her blooded lips, barely reaching her hollow eyes.His eyes turned bloody red as he shook his head, looking down at his sword that was still inside her. "No, No...Fuck." His trembling hands landed on her stomach where his sword was piercing her.This was not Ragnar.This was a vulnerable lover.The lover who never had his happy ending."My love..." He whispered under his shaky breath, the sword that was inside her was inflicting great pain on her but he feared that if he took it out of her, it would kill her more, make her scream in yet
The black flames oozing out of him were enough to tell the tale of chaos within him.He was dying, burning in the flames of distress.He needed his Sasha and there was no way back.He slowly raised his head, his stare fixated right on Rayla. She visibly flinched and began to take steps backward, getting ready for a run to save her life. "Get ready to pay." He growled like a wounded beast. Gently making his Sasha lay on the ground he slowly raised to his full height. She wasted no second to turn around and run as a spell left her lips in a barely whole word. Her lips shivered and her feet felt like they were on the verge of giving up.She knew if he got her, she would perish.Everything went according to the plan but the outcome was not what she expected it to be. She expected him to blame his good-for-nothing lover like he did back then but this time he saw right through her games.Indeed Makaria was right. He was not what he used to be.No one would be the same after all those deca