LOGIN“Silent Rescue”Dimitri’s POVI was crouched against a soot-stained ledge. I looked undisguisable from the stone statues that littered the roof, just as I had wanted. I tried my best not to breathe too hard. The fact I had woke up was phenomenal enough. I was slowly getting used to the mechanical rhythm of cold air going in and out of my lungs. It was truly good to be back. Several feet ahead of me was the fortress Maraleona had built for herself. I could tell just how hard she had worked just by looking at it. It was a testament to her ambition and desperation. The perimeter was guarded by men in tactical gear, professional and alert, but they were looking for threats they understood. They were looking for soldiers. They weren't looking for a ghost. And they certainly weren't looking for what was currently scaling up the western wall.I squinted my eyes at the movement. It was faint, especially against the dark o the night. Something moved with a terrifying, fluid grace. They bypas
“Random Tuesday”Maraleona’s POV Thinking back to my father and Dimitri, I thought back to that time. Dimitri’s father had wanted to arrange a marriage that would strengthen their political stand. Dimitri was having none of that. He trashed around, blatantly refused and acted in ways his father could not ignore. The old man was just about to toss the idea into the trash when my own, beloved, father brought up the idea. Me. I would marry Dimitri. At the time, my family name was one to reckon with. We once stood toe to toe with the Bianchi house, exchanging pleasantries, something low level families couldn’t even dream of. But then, my father fell to illness. As he succumbed to the ground, as did our family reputation. The marriage was called off. Dimitri’s father tried his best to look apologetic as I stood before him, still in mourning black, but I could tell it was rehearsed. I was enraged. Whether from his words or my father’s death, I couldn’t exactly pin point it. My hand gr
“Reinforcement” Third Person’s POVJace and Lucian made their way back to base. Of course, the messages were just a farse, but just to be sure, they needed to make sure Dimitri’s child was actually where he was supposed to be. “Do you think Maraleona’s behind this?” Jace asked as they walked down the hallway. Lucian hummed in thought. The possibility was there, but would she be willing to do something like that? No one knew of Dimitri’s child, but now the world had a strong suspicion and a reason for worry. “It’s possible.” He said with a tired sigh. He brough a hand up to brush hair away from his face and just sighed. “We can’t forget the possibility of another enemy just needing leverage.” He spoke calmly. The pair had reached the boy’s room. The front door was still guarded by two of their men, who greeted them both. Lucian responded with a nod. The door opened, and sure enough, the young boy was sat opposite Stephanie. They were both reading.“Do you remember what that careta
“Evening Buzz”Jace’s POVThe world was on a mission to rid the news of a walking dead man. The areas of hunting increased and just about everyone and their mother was looking for remains. Information kept rolling out in record time. Alleged sightings, false informants that sold nothing for outrageous amounts, and people opening searching far and wide for information that Dimitri's mother had already destroyed. If there was one thing I would admit, they were persistent. But beneath the perseverance to find what hadn't been lost, there was still fear clouding their eyes. I could tell by how they moved, the slow but gradual conversion to join the hunt, and the desperation they worked with, almost like they needed this to be true because the other option was far from favourable. We kept a healthy distance while we went through our own means to find the truth. I was sat in the study, observing the erratic movements of the mass. Slowly but surely, everyone who had shook in fear before wa
"Amir"Third Person's POV Loving someone was first a feeling, then it becomes a choice. Maraleona had made the choice to continue loving Dimitri a long time ago. Through it all her choice never wavered. Not when he pushed her away, not when he left home, not even when she knew he couldn't reciprocate her affection, unless she wanted her back to be an open, well-sought after target. The first time she felt the feeling– when child like companionship took a romantic turn– she couldn't quite recall. It had happened slowly, a smooth transition that had felt natural. But if she had to pin the first time, it would have to he that particular moment. It was the first stray puppy Dimitri had taken care of that started it all. He was young, hurt with a tender heart, that he so desperately wanted to hide away. It was quite contrary to how the house had raised him. They wanted him a warrior, devoid of emotion and ready to follow orders. And they almost had that, his father had almost succeeded
“Man Hunt”Third Person’s POVThe world had shifted. It was subtle, small changes that didn’t call for attention but would eventually cause mayhem for a lot of people. Hidden within the boundaries of the east, was a politically neutral zone that men tended to avoid. It was a place where anything would go. Whatever happened in the neutral zone, stayed in the neutral zone. Deep in the heart was a small, unmarked warehouse, three figures stood round a black table. The thing about this zone was, yes, it was where temporary alliances were made, but it was also where people died without a trace of who was responsible. The three figures’ eyes one another, eyes filled with distrust and malice. But they kept their emotions in check. They hated each other, but the memory of the alleged resurrected king was enough for them to swallow their prides. Madame Gao, the quiet, lethal representative of the fractured Yakuza, Silas, he scarred chieftain of the Iron Vei, and Virion, the voice of the uni






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