That awful dream clung to me like a lingering mist, haunting my thoughts relentlessly. The desire to see my little goddess, to ensure her safety and well-being, gnawed at my every waking moment. But alas, duty called, and I found myself summoned to the palace by Father the minute I awoke. Promising myself to send her a letter as soon as I returned, I reluctantly donned my royal attire and made my way to the palace.Dressed in garments befitting my status as a vampire royal, I exuded an air of dominance and authority as I approached the palace gates. The guards, their eyes filled with apprehension, quickly swung open the doors, granting me entrance with a mixture of respect and fear.As I strode through the grand halls of the palace, my presence commanded attention, each step echoing with purpose and determination. I was the epitome of power, a force to be reckoned with, and none dared to challenge my authority.I noticed Father seated upon his throne, his expression unreadable as he r
As the evening descended, the grand hall of the palace came alive with the flickering glow of torches and the sound of merry chatter. Nobles and dignitaries from far and wide had gathered to celebrate my newfound ascension from a nobody to the crown prince.With a forced smile plastered on my lips, I mingled amongst the crowd, exchanging pleasantries and feigning interest in their trivial conversations. But beneath the facade of camaraderie, a simmering tension lingered in the air, a silent reminder of the power struggles that lay beneath the surface.At my side, Natalie, a trusted subordinate and friend, offered a reassuring smile, her presence a welcome distraction from the political machinations that surrounded me. Her loyalty and support were valuable assets in the treacherous world of palace politics. I have agreed to her requests I bought her from Lyria, and now she has nothing to do with the Nivian clan again.As the feast commenced, I watched with detached interest as the nobl
As we approached the hall, my heart raced with a hint of trepidation. The arrival of envoys from the Human world was a rare occurrence, and it often heralded significant developments or challenges.Entering the grand hall, I noticed the solemn faces of the elders gathered around a large circular table, their murmured conversations falling silent as Father and I entered.The envoys, dressed in formal attire befitting their status, stood at attention as we approached. Their presence was a stark reminder of the delicate balance between our world and theirs, a balance that could easily be disrupted by misunderstandings or miscommunications."Welcome, esteemed envoys," Father greeted them with a nod of his head, his tone courteous yet authoritative. "What brings you to our pack lands?"The lead envoy, a distinguished-looking man who I recognized to be Arthur Hunter, with black hair and piercing eyes, stepped forward, his expression grave. "Alpha, Princess," he began, his voice carrying the
The next day, the meeting hall was a cavernous space filled with the murmurs of whispered conversations. Despite sitting beside Father, I felt as though I inhabited a world of my own, a realm where the weight of my thoughts eclipsed the proceedings unfolding before me.My eyes, swollen and heavy with exhaustion, betrayed the sleepless night I had endured. The stress etched upon my face was a testament to the torment that had plagued my dreams.Father's voice, a distant echo in the sea of noise, blended seamlessly with the drone of conversation as he engaged in diplomatic discourse with the envoys. His measured words fell upon deaf ears, my attention stolen by the ghostly apparitions that haunted the recesses of my mind. Arthur's appearance only served to worsen my inner turmoil.Last night I couldn't sleep a wink, my head was a mess, a journey through the twisted corridors of my mind where reality intertwined with the surreal. I saw her, the woman I met in my dreams before I regained
As Arthur opened his mouth to speak, the door suddenly swung open, and Aunt Agatha swept into the room with an air of purpose."I will go with the princess and ensure her safety," she declared, bowing respectfully to my father and the elders assembled in the hall."Aunt Agatha!" I exclaimed, surprise mingling with gratitude in my voice.She turned to me with a reassuring smile before addressing my father. "Alpha, please allow me to go with the princess. I conducted some research on the mysterious hybrids, and according to my findings, they are humans transformed by a dark warlock with both vampire and werewolf blood coursing through their veins."Her revelation sent shockwaves through the room, leaving us all speechless. "A Tribrid?!" Arthur exclaimed, his disbelief echoing my thoughts."But tribrids have been extinct for centuries... How is this possible?" one of the envoys interjected, voicing the questions swirling in all our minds."Not all," Aunt Agatha countered, her voice calm
As the swirling colours of the portal enveloped us, Aunt Agatha and I emerged on the other side, greeted by the sight of the barrier looming before us. The air crackled with energy, a palpable sense of tension hanging in the air as we approached our post.Glancing at Aunt Agatha, I found her expression unreadable, her eyes scanning the horizon with a sense of vigilance that mirrored my own. Despite the gravity of the situation, I couldn't shake the image of Ruby's tear-streaked face from my mind, her words echoing in my ears like a solemn vow.But as we surveyed the desolate desert landscape, a sense of unease crept over me. Where were the werewolves we had sent to protect the barrier? There was no sign of them anywhere, their absence like a gaping hole in the fabric of our defences."Something is not right," I murmured, my confusion mounting. "I sent two hundred wolves to protect the barrier. How come none of them are present?""I know," Aunt Agatha replied cryptically, handing me a
The dust settled and the echoes of battle faded into the night, a heavy silence descended upon the desert landscape. I stood amidst the aftermath, my chest heaving with exertion, my sword slick with the blood of my fallen comrades."How do we bring them back to their senses?". I turned to Aunt Agatha. The weight of Aunt Agatha's words settled over me like a suffocating blanket, despair threatened to consume me. How could we be powerless to save our comrades, to bring them back from the grip of darkness that held them captive? Anguish clawed at my heart as I grappled with the harsh reality of our situation."We can't!" Aunt Agatha's voice cut through the silence, her words a bitter truth that I struggled to accept. My eyes widened in disbelief, a sense of helplessness washing over me like a tidal wave. "So we are going to lose 200 wolves like that?" I demanded, my voice rising with desperation."Their souls have long been burned. There's nothing we can do, Little Flower," Aunt Agatha'
I stood in awe as the cottage came into view, its weathered walls and thatched roof bathed in the gentle glow of Aunt Agatha's magic. As Aunt Agatha led me into the cottage, I couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation that tingled in the air. The cosy interior enveloped us in a sense of warmth and tranquillity, yet there was an underlying current of mystery that left me on edge.Suddenly, a voice echoed through the room, its timbre ancient and wise, yet tinged with a hint of mischief. "You are finally here!" it exclaimed, and I couldn't help but glance around in confusion, searching for the source of the sound.To my astonishment, there was no one else in the cottage besides Aunt Agatha and me. Where could the voice be coming from?"Yes, sorry to keep you waiting," Aunt Agatha replied, her tone betraying no hint of surprise. It was as if she had been expecting this all along."I see you brought her... She has grown," the voice continued, and a shiver ran down my spine as I realized