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Cold wind greeted my face as I ran in the white forest. It was freezing but I was only dressed in a white long frock, my hair hung loose over my shoulders. I wasn’t cold though, I was all warmed up. I knew that warmth. That emotion! Oh I knew it all too well. I was in heat. Turning around, my eyes searched the area hoping to find him but he was nowhere. With a rapid heartbeat I pressed my back against a tree and took slow breaths to relieve myself from my tortuous pain. I closed my eyes to think of something, anything that would get my mind off him. “Trying to hide from me?” his voice caught me off guard, my eyes sapped open. He was standing in front of me, amazement dancing no his face. “It’s funny how you think it would work, especially, when you’re aroused,” he whispered in my ear. “Don’t tease me Asher,” I whined, “You always do, it’s…it’s embarrassing,” He chuckled and apologized, “I just like to see you blush,” He started kissing me, his hands roaming over my body.
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Calming my rapid heartbeat, I prepared myself to have conversation with the purple eyed man. I had been thinking about conversing with him ever since our last interrupted chat in the bathroom yesterday. The reason why I was so edgy was unknown to me. He wasn’t an enemy, I was sure of that. In fact something was awfully familiar about him. He seemed like someone who would know answers about the white crescent mark I was on my chest. He said I wasn’t someone ordinary. What am I? Ah. It is exactly why I am being edgy. The horror of finding out who I am. Asher had gone out to patrol the borders. Everyone was busy after the recent attack. On guard! We had suffered a lot of casualties, many lives were lost and not just of our pack army, many people of the settlement also died, women and children. It was devastating to have witnessed them getting murdered in front of my very own eyes. I shook my thoughts and took a deep breath. As soon as I imagined those purple enigmatic eyes, I fel
The White Crescents 58
Now with this new truth about me, a lot of questions were answered but I was still figuring out a way to tell Asher. How can I just drop the bomb on him? As absurd as it sounds it also seems impossible.There has to be a way in which I could prove it to him. Since he, or anyone for that matter, can’t see my mark, it only adds complication. It was understandable why Rufus was not in the favor of me just blubbering it all out to Asher.As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t. I could not go up to him and tell him that I was the last of the White Crescents, the royal pack which was wiped out thousands of years ago.Guess it would have to wait till I can train my body enough to bring out my wolf!It was mid-February so the land was covered in snow. As I breathed near the window mist formed on the glass. I traced out with my index finger, W, O, L, F.What would she be like? I know all White Crescents have white wolves with blue eyes. How big would she be? She has to be a ‘she’ right; I mean obv
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Derek’s POV: Wearing my black shirt I left the room, shirt left unbuttoned as I walked through the empty hallways of the Palace. I had to meet the King. It was time we went forth with the plan. “What’s the hurry Derek?” King Luther slurred as he drank from the sixth human who lay topless on the table. The rest were lifelessly settled on the floor. King Luther wasn’t a fat grumpy King, no, he was smart and handsome even being six hundred years old. No spark was lost. That’s the beauty of a Vampire. Flawless beauty unlike those furry stinky animals! “It has to be done now,” “But you just paid them a visit,” he pointed out. “It’s almost a week now. They won’t be expecting a visit anytime soon which it makes it perfect. I’ll be extra discreet,” I smiled. He laughed and held a napkin in his hand. “Go, take whoever you need,” he wiped the blood that ran down his chin. I gave him a nod and left. I had to pay Lisa a visit first. Entering her room, I scanned it but she wasn’t there. An
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So this was it. I was dying. This was my story!Before it could even start it ended. An ending caused by my foolishness and carelessness. An ending I brought upon myself which only added on to Asher’s misery.I couldn’t move, could not feel anything. I just felt cold, extremely cold. Derek pulled back.“That was the best I have ever had,”He pulled his hands back from me and I fell on this floor.All the time my eyes were on Asher. He broke free from them, or maybe they let him go.All I know was that he hugged me in his arms as he sat on the ground, picking me in his arms.“No, no, no” he cried, “Aurelia,” for the first time…and the last… I saw Asher Zane shed tears.It broke me.Even on the brink of death, seeing him cry because of me, complexly broke me.I love you Asher. I love you and I’m sorry I was unable to tell you this sooner. So many things left unsaid…I’m so sorry.His warm hand cupped my cheeks, “Stay with me Aurelia, stay with me,” he kissed my forehead.That brought me
The White Crescents 1
The vampires and werewolves were always in a state of war. Vampire venom was lethal to werewolves which is why they were always at a disadvantage. One day something extraordinary happened. A white wolf was born with a white crescent on its chest as his mark. But he wasn’t the only one. Several packs informed the birth of a white crescent wolf. They were not only unique in color and their mark but they possessed two gifts. They were able to suck vampire venom out of other wolves and their flesh which made them invincible. Their second gift granted them the ability of making anyone submit to them by staring them in the eye and that made it impossible for anyone to look into their deep crystal blue eyes for more than three seconds because it paralyzed them in their fear. It was first known to be a curse but soon after, the birth of a white fur was a sign of greatness and power. They were to be the Moon Goddess’ favorite children. The white wolves came together one day and decide
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The hunter took the little baby back to his house and decided to raise her as his own child. He had no child of his own and his wife had passed away years ago. He raised her to be a smart and a beautiful girl. She was excellent in her academics. Aurelia helped in the kitchen and in cleaning and in doing other chores. In the evenings she would often go out with her father for hunting. She had a sharp sense of hearing which really amused her father. Her skills were just so refined, her aim, her steadiness. Everything! It was like she was born to hunt.She had a very loving Aunt Cindy who got divorced five years after her marriage. She had two sons, Mike and James. Aurelia created a strong bond with them. They were the only siblings she had and she adored them with all her heart.They were happy. Just the two of them! Living an ordinary life, there was nothing special, nothing luxurious. But then of course, it’s all about how you define things. For Aurelia, this was
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Everything had fallen apart. I felt incomplete. Empty! I knew I had changed yet I didn’t know what actually did change. I was most certainly going through anger issues. Everything was going slow yet so fast at the same time. Three months had gone by since father passed away yet it felt like years. I started getting these strange feelings. Different. That’s how I felt. I felt different from the people around me, I could somehow sense it. Ever since father left, that crescent mark on my chest started to hurt. There is something greatly odd about that mark. I used to ask father about it all the time. “It’s a birthmark. You were born with it Aura” he used to tell me. It’s not like I don’t trust him. I trust him blindly. I believe what he said was true but I just don’t really think a white crescent moon on my heart is a birthmark. If he told me it was a tattoo that would be more believable. I was born with it? Sure. But a birthmark? I
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