"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
(SASHA POV) It was painful.Unbearably painful.All I could feel was pain and all I could hear was him until that also vanished and I felt myself completely drowned in a black water, where I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, and couldn't see yet the pain in the form of suffocation embraced me ever so tightly.So this was the end.I always wanted this.I always wanted to meet death whenever I was near him.Being in his vicinity made me obsessed with the thought of my own end.But...upon finally meeting my end, I realized that I didn't want this.I wanted to live.I wanted to see him destroy me more.Yes, I had finally gone insane and even the thought of it did not trigger the long-due fear in me.The chances of meeting him always terrified me but there was something else along with it. Excitement...looking forward to how low he could fall just so he could destroy me more in his own sick mind of an insane lover.But that was it.This was the end.End for the betterment.And just like th
SASHA POV.Everyone I ever met had played the crucial villain role in my story. And my existence was the beginning of it all.Just once I thought I had a grasp of my past only to find out I was nowhere near it.Staring at the woman in utter shock, I took a step away from her unconsciously. "You...w-who are you?" I asked, my gaze fixated between Grace and the woman beside me. "I am her mother and my name is Makaria, the goddess of death." She declared and yet another bulldozer of shocking news fell on me, leaving me a mess within. "Makaria? If you're Makaria then who is that?" I asked, pointing at the Makaria I knew."Her name is Leona.""Does that mean she is not the real Makaria?" I asked, my eyes were hurting at this point because the way they were widening from time to time seemed like I was on a mission to have them out of my sockets."The woman in the current world is Makaria. Makaria is not only a name. It belongs to the queen of witches. When I died she took my position, gain
Grace ruined their love.These words...I never thought I would hear them.No wonder why Rayla hated me so much.I took someone extremely dear to her.Words wouldn't spill out of my parted lips, my wide eyes wouldn't spare him as he walked towards me. My mind was numb yet those thoughts wouldn't stop creating chaos.What mayhem have I created?"W-Why?" I could barely let the word out. It felt like my breath was stuck within. "Because of me," Makaria said and quickly grabbed my shoulder once she noticed my face going pale. "Breath lady. You have just started this journey. There is worse to come." Makaria massaged my back and I wheezed. I was trying but I couldn't breathe. Upon seeing me struggling Makaria pressed her two fingers on my back and the breath flowed in my lungs like a puke that leaves the mouth of a drunk."You need to get a grip on yourself." She said with concern. I nodded at her and looked up at Ragnar as he walked past me. My heart skipped a beat when I felt the comforti
THE KING'S DARK OBSESSION What is it like when a bored yet malicious soul finds something new to feed on?Catastrophic.A powerful one could have the vision of conquering something.It could either be a kingdom to rule on.A thing to add to their possessions.Or a person to prey on.A single blow against them either had them rattling down on the floor or prowling for their enemies with intensity and madness that was never seen in them before.Is it the pride that was hurt?Or just revenge?Nonetheless, once the enemies are under the claws, life becomes pretty boring and one becomes aimless.A beast dying to hunt comes across a wounded butterfly, one blow from him and it'd be nothing. Yet it flutters away with those broken wings and is so hard to hold onto. A new adventure for him.A disaster for her...Raking a hand through his long dark silver hair, he gazed at her with his orbs that resembled the moon yet they weren't gentle or generous enough to shine upon you. Eyes of a predator
"I will come for you, my butterfly." His tone was low, his words came out slowly as if he was trying to make her memorize each of his words. There was an evil glint in his eyes. An evil passion and desire that was ignited inside his orbs.It made her heart fall into the pit of her stomach as her orbs throbbed in pure terror.She felt an immense fear...The same feeling still rushes in her adrenaline whenever she recalls those moments OR whenever those moments or even those two evil jades flash in her dreams and end up waking her up from her already messed-up slumber.Gasping for air.Drenched in sweat.Pupils dilated and filled with terror.He left something on her permanently and it was his...Terror."Oh my dear, Sasha. Did you have that nightmare again?"Sasha who was currently sitting on her canopy master bed, gasping for air while rubbing her chest was seen by her granny. The old, short, and chubby lady with a silver and black hair bun nicely resting on her head, grabbed her dres
The kingdom was blooming in happiness, every other street was filled with chatters of excited people. Some were happy to know that their king was finally having his queen and some were happy to know that their princess was finally marrying King Jasper of the Logon kingdom.The castle was bustling with maids and servants running here and there, whispering the romance of the new couple in each other's ears while giggling and blushing. The romance that took place in their imaginations. The arrangements were in full swing for the upcoming grand wedding that was to take place in a week. The guests already started to bless the kingdom with their presence.The bride, Sasha who was currently standing in the middle of the hall, donning a dark green velvety dress that fitted perfectly on her upper body and was floral from down was greeting the guest with a warm smile on her face. She knew most of them and fortunately, none of them was passing her sympathetic look, they looked delighted.A few g