AUTHOR’S VOICE:Right there, Ophelia’s body shivered as if she were a single flame held high. Her mouth fell wide as her tear-filled eyes darted across the faces of the people present. There he was, her mate, standing firmly beside Raven, who was exchanging some whispered words with the unknown elderly man. Mate? His face remained free of emotions, his eyes never looking at Ophelia.“What is g-going on?” She silently asked as soon as her eyes averted to the Fridolf Alpha, whose face was decorated with a weak, decaying smile. Poor him, his health was on the verge of giving way into dust.“Ophelia Folks, you are now the bride of Alpha Xenos!” Raven hissed, her eyes sparkling with delight. She turned to shake hands with Alpha Xenos, who cooly licked his lips as his eyes lingered on Ophelia; it was not her mate.Time froze as the temperature in the atmosphere around Ophelia dropped to a degree that made her whole being tremble with fright. Her eyes widened like the doors of a lifeless hou
AUTHOR’S VOICE[“It Goes On”]Eyes, teary eyes, slowly opened to welcome their vision to the warm, blinding golden beams of the just-risen sun — a frown wrinkled on a forehead where beads of sweat had temporarily found refuge. A hiss carried by the weight of pain and confusion released itself through the chapped lips that had been hopelessly parted.A groan flowed out, and that was when Ophelia slowly helped herself sit up on the bed. “Bed?” A question lay flat in her head as she tried to make sense of the situation around her. She knew that she had never been on a bed before; not just that, but also that she had never felt the softness of any bed and its power to soothe away one’s sorrows.Still in a daze, Ophelia’s eyes darted across the unfamiliar room, puzzled by what she saw. A pale pink hue covered the walls, and like a river, it extended up to the ceiling, where a chandelier looked down at her tiny figure as if she were a noxious little flower in a place not meant for her.The
[Author’s Voice] AND THE DREAMLESS WORLD TOUR CONTINUES. THIS IS A PAST TO REMEMBER…High up, the night sky was magnificently covered by a colourful, pulsating heavy blanket of stars that seemed to stretch on beyond and far. The tiny family of fluffy white clouds lazily danced in the sky, delicately driven by the gentle breeze. With unspoken mad confidence, the half-moon glowed with a crescent smile and carefully watched as the stars swirled beside it. Still wearing its smile, the moon threw its silvery beams down on Earth, mischievously bathing its dwellers and surroundings. Sneaky and unruly as they were, some of the beams tossed themselves into a tiny chamber where the light had been foreign until the silvery glow of the moon invaded. Right in there, the presence of a young, petite, and slim woman was swiftly disclosed. The moon illuminated her whole being — not only was she dressed in torn rags but her whole figure was under the capture of panic and anxiety. Her naked dirty fe
[AUTHOR'S VOICE] "Oh, Moon Goddess! I humbly request, please take away this pain. I am unable to breathe — my lungs are filled with smoke that hiss; I cannot scream my lungs out. Please heal my soul…!"——Hesitatingly, a pair of startling chartreuse eyes slowly opened only to collide with a heavy set of bright dots that evilly pulsated effortlessly, to make the one who has just woken up from a dry, dreamless world, groan in response to their blinding reflections. There, Ophelia lay on the tiny bed that squealed pitifully as she was manoeuvring to move her body which felt unusually heavy. Move? No, that was incredibly impossible and hard. Just as she was attempting to move at least her feet, every inch of her body was quickly embraced by an unbearable pain that sharply resonated everywhere in her muscles. Her tiny figure was shivering as if she had been struck by a bullet — she was feeling very cold. "W-where…!?" Ophelia opened her mouth, trying to speak but was swiftly thwarted by
Slow calculated footsteps magnificently palpitated in my direction. My breath had already quickened and there on the spot as I stood still, I tried to use every muscle in my quivering figure to Stiffler a whimper. "W-what…!?" I quietly aired a query through my shaking breath whilst I involuntarily counted every step he made in my direction. So bold and careless, the man smirked at my confusion, never stopping shuffling towards me. There was no reflection of welcoming emotions on his features — nothing! His eyes, instead of gleaming, were overwhelmed by menacing darkness. "Chief, everyone is dead!" An unknown soldier stormed into the fallen building, quickly followed by two more, their bloody hands firmly clasping what I believed to be guns. "There's only one of them left to die…!" The man hissed through his teeth, his eyes deadly staring into mine. With each word he spat, a shadow constantly flashed across his eyes as they loomed over my figure. I knew it, he was talking about me a
"MATE!" The word crushed into my tiny head, and quickly floated everywhere in the tight corners of my suddenly aching head. A familiar package of emotions shamelessly squeezed themselves into the chambers of my heart that was beating loudly in my ears. The emotions did not just come alone — there were hundreds of butterflies that mischievously danced in my head, stomach and veins. I quickly felt my lips start to tremble whilst my eyelids fluttered as I hopelessly wanted to believe what my eyes were looking at. Five long years and this was when he came — it was since forever my wolf had come alive; active and free. My whole figure was shuddering, of course, not from cold but from these many feelings that were flattering their wings all over my system. Here on the other side, I could not do anything but freeze on the same spot I had gone down on when there had been an explosion. My body was numb as I kept staring at the man who was shamelessly laughing at Alpha Xenos, only for a reas