All Chapters of A Mythical World: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Leafstone The Capital of Imperium He angrily smashed the black cat with his bare hands. "That could be a spirit, you know." A young golden-haired women, wearing a long tempting, transparent white robe and a necklace made of pink pearls around her neck, said behind him. "You're no witch," he snarled, wiping the blood from his bear hands with a linen rag. "Neither are you, My Lord." The man eyed her with astonishment, which was more than vexation. He reached to her boldly and grabbed her from back, grasping her slim waist. "Do I need to remind you who you are, Alvina?" He brush his stubbly chin roughly against her smooth white neck, poking the pearls. "No, My Lord." "But you will accept your punishment tonight. You already assumed that, didn't you?" "Forgive me, My Lord," she gasped quietly. The place they were standing, was a beautiful garden and it was dimly shining by the new moonlight. Various fragrant smelling flowers - Aster, Hellebore, Dianthus were blossomin

   At the same night, Hadassah had started a big fire at the middle of the Battle of Blood, while she was in the possession of little Celandine's body.  The large vessel on the fire was filled with the sacred water for witches from Black Lake. It was an inaccessible lake inside a forest, only who had witch blood in their veins, could approach there. Beside the pyre, there were some ingredients which she would need to return back to her true self."Bonesbane," she muttered and picked up the tiniest bowl contained with a few bone shaped dark green leaves. She stared at the boiling black water for a while, then dropped the leaves into it and chanted, "Confundo."   The flames exploded around the pyre when the leaves touched the water, her ragged breath quickened. She took a sharp intake and knelt in front of the pyre and picked up the next ingredient. "Blood Soil," she muttered and poured the brown soil and tiny pebbles into t

Moriah was gazing at his reflection.  His tight black armor was made from iron, the breastplate was lined with transmuted thin craft of gold, the symbol of his army Wolf was carved in the left side of the plate. He saw his gesture in the mirror, as cold as always, two piercing and cruel eyes, small stubble around his chin. He blinked, slightly wondering why he was looking at himself, it was unlike of him.It was also a big day for him.  He moved to corner of his room, stooping beside the giant bed. There was a mark on the golden wall, just like a small scratch of nails, it couldn't be shown if someone didn't look carefully. He took a deep breath and pressed his palm over the scratch, to reveal his secret chamber under the ground. Since, it was going to be a great day for him, he would want to have a talk with his Lord.    With a buzzing sound, a passage emerged behind the wall, there were dusty staircases going down. Moriah picked u

Hadassah left off her invisibility spell and moved her veil over her face. She thought that it was totally a waste of her time to watch that two secret love birds all roaming over each other. She already decided that Alvina had to die, but a tiny portion of her mind was protesting that it could be done later. "Lady, what are you doing here?" A gentle looking warrior asked her in a worried tone, standing next to her. "This is a battle, M'lady, not the place for you wandering. Go to home!""I....I am....." she was slightly perplexed at this man's sudden appearance. She could hear the gloomy howling of wounded fighters far away from here, she quickly made a lie. "I.....I am...a Healer, Ser.""You are a Healer?" The warrior glanced at her up and down with suspicion.Hadassah pulled her veil more, not wanting to give this man a chance to see her face. He could be looking kind hearted, but she had many experiences from her previous life, they taught her t

Olgarias focused his eyes on yellow old pages of the book. It was a historical story about black magic. He had found this book in a corner of his library, as the library previously had been of his father, thus he assumed that it had been collected by him.He was so attentive in reading that he didn't hear the crack of opening the door of his chamber. Silent footsteps approached behind him, standing there like a statue."Prince Olgarias," Ran bowed his head.Olgarias tilted his head to his private servant and raised his eyebrows asking if he had something to say to him."I went to the Battle of Blood as you commanded me, Prince," Ran replied in a flat tone, his face was growling paler. "Then?" He questioned simply."The battle has ended, Prince.""So.... who is the King of Imperium now?""Lord Nrikawn Callan."   Olgarias chuckled softly after hearing this, it proved that his inner instincts were right. It