บททั้งหมดของ Lycan and His Lover: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

The little girl was watching the old woman in awe. Draped in a red shawl, the woman had snowy white hair and a wrinkled face which was barely recognizable. Her dark eyes peered under the soggy eyelids, studying the child. Next to the child sat a man in his early thirties. He had the same blonde hair as the girl, but his eyes were jet black and he had a crooked nose. They were at a strange cave which was adorned with colorful beads. Candles lit all around them, giving off fragrances of rose and lilies while an altar lay in front of them on which the old woman was sitting upon.The child was hardly four years old, but very inquisitive. Her amber eyes were on the old woman, as if trying to recognize who she was. The old woman was also studying the child with interest.“Thank you for allowing us to receive your blessing, Maman!” the man said in a grateful tone. His name was Mikhael Vadimovna, a simple witch who worked in the village down the valley. No one knew he was a witch. In fact, he

The surprises of the day did not end there. Roseanne is so overwhelmed by the city that she cannot help wondering how much of the rumors were actually true? All around her are large buildings made of the finest stones and bricks. They are larger than the ones back in Ezealyra with advanced chimneys which release non-toxic smoke. The shops are thriving with traders selling all sorts of things like freshly made pastries, bread and many more. People in the town are cheering for her, merrily welcoming her while a small festival of sorts was also taking place. Several roadside stalls are selling food and giving them for free to the bystanders who are attending the festival. There is no degradation between the citizens; werewolves, vampires and humans. Everyone was welcome to take their fill.Several women are cooking large amounts of food while the guards are

The children outside were playing merrily in the garden without a care. Their laughter was echoing throughout the castle, filling its empty walls with happiness. There were three girls who were chasing each other. One of them was around seventeen years old with long dark hair and scarlet eyes. Her snowy complexion was glowing under the soft rays of the sun. She was the only one who was sitting under a tree, reading a book while the other two girls played in the garden.The second girl was around fifteen years old with short, cropped hair. She looked a lot like her sister with the same scarlet eyes and snowy skin but she had a more boyish charm. Her face was square and she was more muscular as if she had been training to fight. The youngest of the girls was vastly different with blonde hair and amber eyes. She was around nine years old and was the shortest of the lot. 

Somewhere in the castle of Ezealyra, a group of people have gathered to discuss a grim matter. Venus is at the head of the table while the privy council surrounds her. Ivan is sitting on her right side while on her left is Stefan. Next to Stefan is the Minister of Treasury, Vlad Levy. Beside him was the Royal Bookkeeper, Tristan Hameen. Opposite to them were the Prime Minister, Antonio Arselan and the Minister of Economy, Brandon Ofelia.Antonio stood up to address the council. His red eyes glare at all of them with disdain but he has no choice other than to accept these fools into running the country. His snowy white hair is tied into a low ponytail and the lines on his face harden.Tall and proud, Antonio has been the Prime Minister of the Ezealyra for over two decades, serving under the Former Emperor as well. He was not in the country when the coup took place and when he returned, the country was in shambles. Eduard was forced to retain him as the Prime Minister because Antonio was

Venus is in her garden, tending to the large blue roses which have bloomed that season. She is focused on her work, preferring her plants to the people in the castle. Her heart is troubled because her husband had slept with another woman last night. The pain she felt was unbearable and Venus thought she was going to die. Her chest was erupting in agony and no one came to her for help.Why should they? There is no cure to the pain a mate feels when they go through betrayal. Only sadness and grief engulf them.She touches the mark on her neck. Her husband was drunk the night he was forced to mark her. Unlike other people, their union is not something he desires. He wants a mate who is strong and from a good background. A Lycan princess of another country or perhaps a noblewoman who has an Alpha’s bloodline.