บททั้งหมดของ Defenders of the Crown: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Diana  "CAN SOMEONE TELL me why almost every cloth I saw at the boutiques had fur on them?  "Are they doing an animal theme for this year? Is that what it is?" Rudolph asked as he put all the bags down.  Diana chuckled as her prediction came to pass. "Werewolves love their fur. They love displaying the animals they kill. It strokes their egos."  Rudolph gave her a disgusted look. "So, you mean, if I put on one of those clothes, I would be wearing the fur of a dead animal on me." "Exactly, but we do not see it that way. Hunting is in our blood and our wolves love showcasing their kills," she grinned at the thought.  "It's just animals, Rudolph," Lacey laughed.  "You guys are disgusting," he said seriously, then smiled as he took in their faces.  "But you two are my beautiful disgustin

Diana "CAN I HAVE the first dance, dear niece?" Her uncle asked from behind her, loud enough for everyone to hear.  She was about to decline when she caught his eyes challenging her to try and decline. With gritted teeth, she responded, "Of course."  Bowing slightly, he extended his hand which she took hesitantly. The floor was cleared and he led her to the dance floor just as the music began again.  She placed her hand on his shoulder, just as he placed his on her waist. They started dancing and other dancers soon joined them.  "How is your neck, Diana?" He asked with a smirk on his face.  "Just fine, thanks for asking." He gazed at her with a fake smile on his face. "You look so much like your father, it's revolting. Dillon always acted like he was better than me but now, where is he? Dead and buried." 

Richard  RICHARD HAD GONE to the wildering woods to find the Oracle called Darlene. She was said to have migrated thereafter all the Oracles were exiled.  He kept a steady pace while vamping, with four foot soldiers behind him. The wildering woods were located somewhere near the Fay kingdom.  It was called the wildering woods because it was the area of the supernatural world, most underdeveloped.  There were no buildings or constructions, just numerous trees and vegetation. But it was suddenly plagued with an unending drought.  There was no rain or rivers, causing most trees to dry up, leaving behind wildering woods. This was one of the lands to be claimed by the Supreme King which was now Aiden.  Richard stopped at the very end of the land, where it bordered the free lands inhabited by bandits.  There,

Diana "What on earth happened to you?" She asked curiously. "You weren't like this when we first met." His character switch was as if he had multiple personality disorders. If that was the case, she needed the first version and not this one. "Oh, that was my Wolf. He takes over sometimes," that was his response. The fact that the first version was his Wolf, made it even more complicated. This was worse than multiple personality disorder. Diana had heard of his kind. They were unstable wolves that were prone to being feral. Their wolves were more primitive and animalistic than other werewolves. If Asher was an unstable Wolf, it meant more trouble for her. Diana could not imagine a life with him. He would ruin everything she had worked hard for. If only she had her Wolf, she would be able to stand a chance to escape. "So, mate, time is ticking. Will you do as I say or should I do it my way?" It was at that moment that Diana got the answer to Rudolph's question. "You are just

Aidan  HE STARED AT his red torso in the mirror, his focus on the tattoo of the wolf howling to the moon.  Though a simple yet beautiful design, it caused him the most physical pain he had ever felt in his life since wooden needles were used.  But looking at the result now, the pain was worth it. The light blue Wolf stood on a hill, her face lifted and howling to the moon.  An artist from the nearest coven had been invited to the castle for this job. At first, the artist was confused about why a vampire king wanted a Wolf tattoo.  But Aiden being the smart person that he was, did not say anything. Instead, he blood bounded the artist to secrecy. The artist would die if another person learned of the tattoo.  The only opinion Aiden wanted and cared to hear about the tattoo was Diana's. He could only imagine her reaction. Her forest