Too late, he recognized that for once; he was not that one overseeing the game. He had lost control of the situation, and she played him like a cat and a mouse, except she was not a significant cat. She was a tiger, and she was finished playing.
Anna's blazing hand changed to a sword that burst through his face as if his skin were paper. The pain was unlike any other pain he went through before, it was more than pain, it was death itself, then he felt a quick spasm in his chest. Lord Andrie looked down at his body and found his dark dagger embedded just below his rib cage, powerful enough to hurt but not serious enough to kill him. Not immediately.
Anna peered into his eyes, and she did something she thought she would never do. She let go of the last bits of herself that tethered the predator inside. Her fe
"Why? Do you hate him so much?" She pleaded, Anna's forehead furrowed. The sun peaks on the horizon, golden petals stretching ever outwards into the rich blue. It was the brilliant flower of the sky that warmed this frigid land. It was the invitation to a new day that was so typical. However, Anna's eyes embraced the sunrise; that iris of fire was so exquisite, it was a mascara of pristine light. "Oh, such a sweetheart. Do you think I hate him just because my father chose him to be the last Golden Alpha? You are mistaken, little one. " The man retorted as his mouth set in a hard line. "...No, Anna. He took everything from me." The man's eyes burned with resentment. He strode after hearing her brief answer. His eyes slowly opened and he looked at her. Anna's light green pupils were turning opaque green, and she couldn't help but feel a slight shiver run through her skin as she saw his eyes turn bright, deadly red. His eyes flickered with regret and pain, but it was gone in a second. H
She took her coat from the coat rack, took enough money from the petty cash drawer, and went to the elevator for Mr. Faiz's coffee and herself. The coffee shop was once cloistered and closed, with so many tables and so little room. Now the shop is open-air, a sort of covered patio with tables a respectful distance apart. The coffee shop patio was Anna's happy place, which was wrapped up in the wintertime, dressed for the occasion; patrons' hands warmed and their breath rising in serendipitous puffs as they enjoyed their warm coffee, sweetbreads, cookies, and foam art; the sweetness of chocolate cups, freshly baked goods and soothing music.Here she notices everyone, the corner shops, and the DRI building a few yards away. She walks down the street holding a cup of coffee in both hands and a small brown purse on her chest. She was sauntering rather promptly and was lost deep in thought. Anna didn't even seem to notice the people around her. She then looked up to see a man, at least one
In her dream, Anna saw a rusty medallion, an ancient-looking medallion covered in dirt, the engravings worn, and the Moon Goddess' head so stained from time. She held it in her left hand, staring at the mud that was dirtying her skin. Flipping it over and over. So close to her face that the medallion had the aroma of musty blood and rustiness. She turned to her right palm and found a new cloverleaf, fresh and beautiful. And as far as Anna could remember, according to Irish tradition, those who found a four-leaf growth were destined for good luck, as each petal in the clover symbolises good omens for faith, hope, love, and luck for the finder. In the clover, a perfect sphere of clique dew crowned the leaf, reflecting a picture of Anna's face, grated and peaceful, yet the sadness was recognizable. When she flipped back the medallion, the form of the mysterious golden werewolf had freed itself and journeyed over to the cloverleaf, stirring the growth of powerful roots and even blurring
After their morning gossip routine, Anna freshened up and prepared herself for the office work clashes of papers and meetings. Usually, her days end with her being so exhausted from the never-ending meetings, demands, and unconventional running to the coffee shop. Somehow, her boss, Mr. Faiz, has an unstoppable love for coffee. For him, coffee was his warm blood. The aroma of the coffee was part of his rhythm of the day, another anchor in the routine that soothes and gives him a sense of normality and predictability in his busy days. After an hour of file compiling and never-ending typing on her computer, Mr. Faiz asked her to bring some important papers to Mr. Camilton's mansion. The latter had a mild fever and couldn't come to his office and preferred that his papers be sent to the mansion instead. However, Anna didn't have any choice, so she took her coat and took cash from the petty drawer, and she called herself a cab. Ten minutes later, she was now strolling to the mansion's la
The blasts of wind were frigid and dreadful. In a rage against the winter blasts, the empty skies were silent and an abundance of snow that had been blown towards the little mountain was a pile-up. Somehow the memory of the man stabbing Anna's heart puzzled her as every time it crossed into her deepest thought, she could feel the pain as it was so real that somehow she guessed it happened and not just here in the Moonland. Yet, it goes in and out of her thoughts as the wind blows, chilling her face. Who was the man again? How could she not remember him?A moment passed as she strolled. She felt something familiar within her, something tingling. It was sinister but welcoming. Bizarre indeed. Then she comes to a sudden stop, as a familiar scent lingers in the air; a scent she was all too familiar with, like a fresh flower with a tang of the ocean. Anna tilted her nose in the air, closing her eyes, allowing it to lead her where the whiff was going stronger. When it was the strongest, she
After an hour of endless walking, he began to question his sanity. Why did he swallow that pill, anyway? He wasn't at all phases, but he couldn't sleep and still had a little fever, so he swallowed some sleeping pills. But he's been doing that for ages, and this was the first time he met someone here in his dream. Or was it even a dream? Or maybe he travelled to a different world? Harry couldn't even fathom the idea. After all, these were all the missions of DRI, right? Nevertheless, this place was wonderful, a little scary, but he could manage this. After all, he was Harry Camilton. Nothing scares him anymore, not even death himself.Walking past her, Harry noticed something was familiar. This place was silent, too silent even for his liking. Furthermore, the cold, chilling winter wind was foreign to his senses. He wondered if it based these simple experiences on his reality or on a mass scale on his consciousness. Or maybe fate was trying to play with him.After all, Harry was not a
So they venture up to the mountain, their silhouettes covering the smooth horizontal peak in the distance; their backs of hills flutter across the valley clumped with icy pine. Both marvel at its beauty as they keep on walking up, fearing what lies ahead. A thirst for adventure and charm awakened in her heart and flowed out into the tips of her toes, compelling Anna to want to run straight into the embrace of the proud mountains. The air was chilling, but they went on and on while the skies darkened. The acoustic landscape was at once familiar to her. However, they continued moving up. She was tired as hell, weary with the burden of long-closed eyes, yet she could have easily pulled off being a walking zombie, dead on the inside but subconsciously awake. Nevertheless, when they reached the peak, both were speechless, as they stood atop the rocky surface and lifted their arms in accomplishment. Clouds swirled around Anna in an icy greeting, and snow coated the mountaintop. Even with t
The Human World Anna woke up and howled in genuine agony, watching her bitten mark from the Moonland at White Mountain's peak with fiery veins encircling her arm. Her body was glowing from the inside out. She was frightened. For hours, she lay there alone, crying and, worst of all, burning. She had never had this kind of experience before. It was unnerving and yet she was questioning her sanity. The dawning morning sun brightened in the tiny window, adding light to her hell, and the burn was unbearable, painful as all night she had been there and no one had heard her screams for help. A sense of grief washed over her at the moment. She was going to die here unattended, and Norma wasn't in her apartment. Every minute, her heartbeat slowed, and every second, her slow death drew closer. The distress and burning hadn't ceased, but after being in agony for hours upon hours, her mind was no longer her own. The hardest part was that the burn took her to the verge of consciousness but never