로그인"Loved Until Death" was no mere love drama, but an actual documentary of a woman who was infatuated with her high school crush. As the years passed, so did her obsession with him grow, but the man of her desire rejected her countless times. Eventually, she snapped and devised a plan to kidnap and torture him up to the point where he fell victim to Stockholm syndrome.
She held him captive for three years until, fortunately, she became the main suspect in his disappearance and was ultimately caught. During the raid, as the police barged into her cellar, they found the woman sitting on her captive's lap, willingly holding her by the waist. She threatened that if the police came any closer, she would take both their lives. During the negotiations, the kidnapper was about to fulfil her promise when she was shot, and the man was saved. Unfortunately, the woman had psychologically ruined him to the point of no return. Two months after the incident, he took his own life, claiming he wanted to be with his love.
"Something tells me you have read that book," Bellinor said as he became aware of Alinta's uneasy gaze.
The woman snapped out of her thoughts and then replied uneasily, "Y...yes I have."
"A very interesting documentary, don't you think my darling?" asked Bellinor, grinning extensively the moment Alinta looked into his eyes.
"I for one think it's very tragic, no creature should be forced to love someone, no matter how the other feels about him or her," Alinta replied in her cold voice, trying very hard to conceal her uneasiness.
"But the question remains. In the end, did he learn to love her? Did she truly manage to capture his heart? Was it pure love from his side? A mere human woman, able to make a man love her so much he could not live without her. The mind and heart are fascinating things!" Bellinor responded too enthusiastically for Alinta's taste.
"Here you go Mr. Crassus, enjoy your Sunday," Alinta said and quickly turned her back and shot off.
"I think we must head back home via the back door and ASAP," Angela snorted in Alinta's mind.
"Ahead of ya, before anything else happens," Alinta hyperventilated anxiously. She started to run straight for the exit. Once at a distance, Alinta was able to relax once more but continued to walk at a rapid pace.
"What the fuck just happened back there?"
"I couldn't agree with you more Ange, that was just too creepy, it is the first in a long time he casually spoke to me like that, and where was Jenny? She never leaves the desk without leaving a note!"
"Don't ponder too much on it, let's just get home," Angela advised, Alinta mentally agreed and continued walking on.
Alinta is a twenty-nine-year-old werewolf with striking red hair and almond-shaped forest-green eyes. She has a medium build; while she isn't particularly athletic, her curves are in all the right places. Like humans, shifters come in various shapes and sizes, some beautiful and others not, though beauty is, as the saying goes, in the eye of the beholder.
Werewolves are somewhat stronger than the average human and possess a second spirit in the form of a wolf. This wolf can communicate with other wolves when they are nearby, or, if befriended, can establish communication over long distances. The wolves also reside in a spirit realm that resembles a beautiful forest designed according to their character. Werewolves have the ability to swap bodies or minds with their wolves and can exist in the spirit forest in either their wolf form or human form.
Unlike humans, shifters have destined partners. When such a partner exists, werewolves instinctively know how to find each other, regardless of the distance separating them. Upon reaching maturity, a fated mark in the shape of a crescent moon appears on their chest, which is visible only to other shifters. When the fated couple accepts each other and becomes one, this crescent moon transforms into a full moon. If they mark each other, their partner's name will become visible in the centre of the full moon. These beings have a lifespan of 450 to 500 years, which means that werewolves take longer to produce offspring to maintain balance in the world.
The government is aware of their existence, as well as the existence of all mythical creatures. They have agreed to keep this knowledge a secret on the condition that these beings cooperate in maintaining order and peace among all living creatures. This agreement stems from a tumultuous history; when humans discovered the existence of shifters in the past, chaos erupted, leading to war—a chapter of history best forgotten.
Some werewolves prefer to live in their wolf form, roaming the forests, while their human counterparts may reside more in their subconscious or take turns assuming wolf form. Werewolves are free to travel wherever they wish, provided they respect human laws when entering human territories and do not shift into their wolf forms. Each magical race has their own land and territory, allocated to parts of the world which are not documented or written on contemporary human maps.
Alinta lived in a small werewolf town called Umbre Vally, a friendly and close-knit community consisting of various families, both large and small, exactly like how humans reside in their distinct communities or culturally influenced groups. However, Alinta was not part of any specific group. She had lived in the same town her entire life, growing up in a cottage with her mother on the rural outskirts of the forest.
Alinta preferred to be a lone wolf, keeping her distance from other civilians. The only time she ventured into town was for work or to visit her friends. Alinta held the position of the town's librarian, a job she enjoyed immensely. It allowed her to remain somewhat isolated from others while having access to all the books she loved to read as she waited for the day to pass. Her income was sufficient to cover her necessities, and she was content. A responsible werewolf, Alinta had opened a savings account at the local bank where she would deposit money for any emergencies.
Living alone meant she only had to take care of herself and her mother's memory. After her mother passed away from organ failure nine years ago, Alinta inherited a substantial amount of money, but she used it solely to maintain the cottage and her mother's grave. Alinta was the type of werewolf who mostly kept to herself and had only a small circle of close friends.
"Ange, do you mind if we shift and you take over? I'm not feeling too strong," requested Alinta, out of breath.
"You sound terrible, Als, sure go rest," Angela responded concerned.
"Thanks," Alinta replied. With those words, she immediately teleported into her spirit realm. She made her way to a beautiful silver river, her favourite spot, and decided to rest there. Lying on the cool, lush grass with her eyes closed, listening to the sound of the flowing water.
"How are you feeling Als?" Angela's voice sounded.
"Strangely, as soon as I got here, my headache disappeared. Are you feeling anything?"
"Yeah, as soon as I took over, I started to get your headache. It's weird; it should have disappeared once I shifted, but it's not getting any better. I can manage, though; my pain threshold is much higher than yours," she said with a playful smirk as she quickened her pace.
"I hope our body isn’t getting sick! I've been so careful!" Alinta complained dramatically, throwing her hands over her eyes. After a few seconds of silence, she added, "Oi, are you okay? Do you need to switch places?"
"I need... to... focus. Just about half a kilometre... left," Angela breathed heavily. Alinta closed her eyes to connect with her wolf, sensing Angela's discomfort. She tried to channel some of her energy to help ease the pain. She could see Angela's vision beginning to blur, and fear started to set in—something was not right.
"Almost there..." Angela panted, and Alinta saw a familiar wooden structure approaching. Just as she recognized it was her porch, darkness overtook them. Normally, Alinta would have been able to switch back as her wolf body reverted to her human form; it was a safety mechanism, a perk of having two bodies and souls. But strangely, darkness engulfed both of them.
Content Note:This chapter depicts moments of violence and coercion. Please read with care if these topics are sensitive for you.Grunts filled the room, low, animalistic. A pleased sound followed, thick with self-satisfaction as Bellinor leaned back, breath ragged. His expression was feral, almost demonic, twisted with ownership rather than passion. Sweat trailed down his temples, yet his grip never loosened.“Tell me you enjoyed that, my mate,” he murmured darkly, pressing himself against Alinta as though staking a claim.Her eyes were hollow, their vibrant hues dulled to ash.“Answer me!” His fingers tangled brutally in her hair, forcing her head back.She spat in his face. There was no fear in her gaze, no submission, only hatred blazing through the emptiness.The first strike split the air. The second followed swiftly. The third carried no rage at all, only entitlement.–A gasp tore through the quiet.Orion jolted upright, his heart racing in his chest, his breath uneven in the
Light, sound, and heat collapsed into nothingness before slamming back into form with brutal force. When sensation returned, it did so unevenly, breath first, then pain, then the awareness of earth beneath their feet.“Where are we?” Kyle gasped, clutching his head as the aftereffects of teleportation crashed over him. It had been too much – far too much for the mortal body.When no one answered, he opened his eyes, about to speak again, but the she-wolf nipped the collar of his shirt and dragged him away.“Hey—”“We must give them privacy,” she said sharply into his mind, continuing to pull him deeper into the trees.Alinta and Orion remained locked in each other's arms, their bond surging and settling all at once, like a living thing finally finding its place. It felt unreal to both of them, a fragile dream they feared might shatter if they breathed too hard.Angela raced toward Silas. The moment she was close enough, she leapt at him, knocking him off his paws as tears of joy strea
“Okay,” Alinta whispered, steadying herself. “I trust you.”“Good,” Angela purred, briefly softening as she doted upon her human counterpart. Then her expression hardened. She turned her gaze upon the monster before them, Draven, who prowled within his own anticipation, eyes locked on her like a predator savouring its prey.“You can cut the crap, flea-bag,” Angela snarled, feathers and fur bristling, every inch of her poised for violence. “Nothing you do will ever make us even consider the thought of you as a worthy suitor. Now yield or prepare yourself for the long-awaited arse-whooping!”“We really need to work on your language, my mate,” Draven hissed, his features sharpening as his anger grew. “I won't repeat myself, my rose. You are–”He vanished.In the blink of an eye, his form dissolved into lightning, a violent violet streak tearing through the air straight towards her.Angela reacted on instinct, flames whooshing as she darted aside, but the moment she halted at a safe dista
Adorus was hunched over now, out of breath, his body revealing the same cracks that had split through Alinta. His left arm was gone, and his once fierce flames flickered in a fragile glow.Draven panted, relentless despite his fatigue. With a sweeping motion, he summoned a massive gust of wind, driving it into Adorus’ weakened fire, until the flames split apart, granting him passage to the Sun God. He leapt high, his large form arcing through the air– A sudden, blinding light swallowed the chamber.“Finally,” Adorus wheezed, a smile tugging at his cracked lips.Draven recoiled, fearing the light might be a final, lethal blast.But the brilliance softened. Winds circled the room, forming a vortex that pulled in both Adorus' lingering fire and the drifting ashes of Alinta. The moment her remains touched her father's flames, power sparked, embryonic embers blooming within the chaos. The fire brightened, heat swelling until the room grew molten, objects melting and bursting into flame.A
Alinta gasped for air as she found herself in a strange room. Everything glimmered in shades of gold, orange and crimson. Heat pressed against her skin, yet she embraced it, stretching lazily across a large, glittering orange pillow. She remembered what had happened, and yet she did not care. This peace, this serenity was exactly what she needed.She knew this was not her body but her spirit. The realisation that she was dead settled over her like dusk. It saddened her that she might never see Orion again, and yet there was a quiet calm in the knowing.If this is the afterworld, then surely I will find Angela… Mother… Oscar… or even my little one Draven took from me... Her heart raced at the thought. She rose from her cosy place with sudden haste and made her way out of the chamber.Something felt different. Strength thrummed through her, sharper, keener than even her werewolf form before Angela disappeared. She came upon a large mirror and studied her reflection. Her clothing was str
Draven stood upon the vast balcony of his castle. Half the forest had been cleared, granting him a perfect view of his stolen kingdom. More werewolves had been turned to mindless servants; most of the country now lay ensnared beneath his rule. Like a plague, his dominion spread, swift, subtle, so much so that the rest of the world had not yet noticed.But the animals had. They always did. And they knew he was preparing for war, to claim the lands beyond his borders.Though his conquering advanced smoothly, unease gnawed at him. For days now, a heavy, oppressive presence had lingered in the air, crawling across his nerves like frost.Adding to his restlessness were the three goals that remained out of reach.The first was Kyle. Draven knew he still lived, wandering and hiding. He had saved him for last, believing him to be the easiest to capture. Kyle’s spirit was essential: the Green Bellatores' gift was not raw strength, but endurance, rejuvenation and a rare communion with nature it







