Chapter 101 POV: Queen Tamara Pierce Tamara could hear voices from the people around her. However, because of her throbbing head – she stayed with her eyes closed until the voices became clearer this time. “I am sure she will go berserk later on once she gains consciousness.” She heard a cold voice – but she could distinguish a bit of worry in her voice. She might be guessing that it was Shanaia who said that. “We have no other choice but to do this to her. The King requested this thing, and I have no other choice but to follow.” She heard another woman’s voice – which she presumed was Tamika’s this time. ‘What the heck is happening?!’ She screamed in her mind, but she kept her mouth shut as she was trying to remember what happened to her prior to this. She suddenly remembered that she was talking to Hades and before he walked away from her, she had already lost her consciousness. “But-” Shanaia was about to say something when she abruptly stopped as Tamika let out a breathy si
POV: King Hades Pierce “I heard that you had mistreated your Sacred Emissary… again.” Hades made a serious remark to his brother, who was lost in his books. However, seeing how Raven was affected by the mere mention of that particular word, he smirked inwardly. “Shut it off, Hades.” Raven darkly told him. Irritation was filled by his voice. “Oh, so cold. After giving her some azaleas, huh?” He playfully commented, as he couldn’t hide his smirk anymore. Raven just clenched his jaw as he put his book on his lap and stared at him grimly. “Whatever.” He stated darkly before the corner of his lips rose, this time giving him a mocking smile. “Anyway, how about you, then? You have your own, right? The mark had been revealed. I can’t believe that the Lunar Pack is getting this huge responsibility.” Raven suddenly remarked. His forehead instantly creased, but he couldn’t stop the excitement that suddenly embraced him. Yes. The Sacred Emissaries came from the Lunar Pack, and he had no
POV: Queen Tamara Pierce Life is not always fair, beautiful, and perfect – like the moon, which is never full all the time. It has its own phase, and it must go through it until it finally serves its purpose. No matter how dark the night was during the new moon, it would be more fulfilling to see the full moon, finally gracing its luminescence in the dark night sky. Tamara only wanted to discover her identity, her real roots – who was she? However, fate had a different plan for her – showing her what she was destined to be. “Mom! Thanatos is making annoying antics again!” Her daughter, Styx, pouted as she grumpily sat on the single couch in the library before she crossed her arms. Her forehead creased as she was about to answer her when the door suddenly burst wide open, and Thanatos entered the room with his grim expression. He gave his twin sister a warning glare, but he didn’t say a word. Seven years had passed but until now, she still couldn’t believe that she had been given
“T-Tamara,” a frantic shook in her arms and a trembling voice from her mother woke her up.“Mom,” she sleepily called her – while she was still in her dream state and getting up from her comfy bed.She rid her eyes while trying to look at the clock placed on her bedside table. It says that it was almost midnight.Why would her mother visit her at this hour? Her eighteenth birthday was last two days ago. Would she receive another birthday present?Her heart beat fast and smiled sweetly due to her excitement – however her mother’s face says otherwise that wiped up her joyous smile for a moment.“Get up, Tamara. Y-you need to get away.”Her mother was quivering, and that made her wake to her full senses – making her heartbeat speedily – now because of worry.Is this some kind of a joke or a prank?But her mother wasn’t a fan of any kind of prank – especi
Chapter 1POV: King Hades Pierce“They were already making a step, My King,” Arlan – the second in command – eagerly revealed the news to him.King Hades’ forehead creased while he raised his eyebrow and directly looked at him. He was in the throne room thinking about something nonsense when Arlan graced him with his presence breaking the passive silence engulfing the entire room.“And so?” Hades asked mercilessly. His voice was pitch dark – without any sign of any emotion – and just plain blank and void.It was his typical reaction, though – having no reaction at all. He was trained to be at that without anyone else by his side. Bitterness crept on his tongue as it reached his stomach, which made him grit his teeth tightly. He didn’t want to do anything with this kind of feeling anymore. He was already done with all of it.“But your Majesty-” Arlan stopped stating
Chapter 2POV: Rania“Did Benson already find her?” The woman asked the muscular man who was standing and staring at the huge window glass from their huge mansion.She was sitting on a single deep forest green sofa while sipping her favorite lemon and mint tea. She was wearing a white sundress that flowed freely, reaching her knees, which was paired with nude flat shoes.Her burgundy hair was neatly done into a messy bun. The woman had an aristocrat aura that was purely intimidating, added to by her narrowed eyes looking at the man.She was in her late forties by undeniably still younger to look at.He didn’t answer her question and just continued puffing his stale tobacco while looking at the moon in its state – the new moon at its darkest form.“Lorenzo,” the woman called him – pure irritation was visible in her voice which was directly at him, for not answering her question.The man
Chapter 3 POV: Someone A loud crashing of an antique vase broken on the floor echoed throughout the whole receiving room. Three tall and bulky men started to tremble as their eyes were laced with undeniable fear. Their heads bow down and their legs shake, for they knew that with one mistake their loving life was at stake – or worst, they had to say goodbye to it. “What the hell did you say?” A woman in her late forties was holding three sharp and long daggers in her hands, asked violently as she narrowed her eyes and looked at them with pure irritation and ferocity. The woman was sitting on the single black sofa wearing a silky delicate red maxi dress that flowed down and reached the floor – emphasizing her fair skin. It was paired with red three-inch pumps. Her straight light ash blonde hair flowed freely at her back. Her narrowed eyes were decorated with dark black mascara and black eyeliner that contoured and defined her gray
Chapter 4POV: TamaraTamara woke up with a tremendous headache – her temples throbbed in pain, and she kept her eyes shut tightly. Flashes of what had happened to her immediately woke her senses up.She got up in an instant with wide eyes and her vision spun for her sudden move – so she instantly shut her eyes to collect herself and opened it again. She was welcomed with a stinky smell of dead rodents. Her stomach churned and she almost gagged – she covered her nose as she looked around.She was now sitting on the cold and filthy floor – thank God she didn’t see any rodents around making it tolerable for her or else she would really freak out – but it still stinks though.She was like in a prison cell with brick walls – well, it was more like a box with a locked rustic metal bars enclosing the cage where she was jailed.Jailed?!She blinked her eyes and unbelievably stared at the metal bars.