Long ago, after enduring thousands of years of torment from supernatural beings, King Wilhelm Volfenheim led the battle between humans and Occults. With the help of a simple gardener who discovered a powerful concoction against the Occults, the Black Herb Poison, they were successful in bringing those dreadful, otherworldly beings to their knees. Fearing the end of their species, the leader of the Lycan race proposed a bargain: every supernatural creature would cease hunting and preying on humans, and humans would stop pursuing them in return. Wilhelm agreed, but only if the Occults depart for Melcoria, a dark, desolate continent in the middle of the harsh Garyon Sea, thousands of miles away from human lands. Leaving them no other choice, the Occults begrudgingly agree.Well, almost. Occults who were pure of blood went to Melcoria and established their home, claiming territory and stayed there, never bothering humans ever again. However, there were those who remained, those who could

“Our hold on Volfenheim is slipping. I’ve…” It seemed like my father did not know how to explain his thoughts. “I’ve been sitting on this knowledge for days now and I can’t… I don’t know what to do.”“What... what do you mean? What is it?”“A good number of Volfenheim soldiers left their bases x days ago. They went back home, and I’m not sure when they’ll return. IF they return.”I perked up at that, spine rigid, heart pounding loudly in my chest.Henry did that?“Oh... is that bad news?” My stepmother asked.‘Yes, you stupid cow,’ I had scoffed. ‘This is what happens when a common s*lut is appointed queen.’“Helena, this means they are withdrawing their military support,” my father explained. “They are not even being subtle about it. I don’t know what they are thinking. They know we need those soldiers.”‘Everyone knows what will happen if they do that. Maybe they need them back home?’ I had rationalized to myself. ‘It could be nothing. Maybe they’ll come back. Henry nor Camilla woul

It wasn't even the end of the day when the articles were posted. I was trending again. The reporters completely twisted the little boy’s story, making ME a cheater and painting Jasper as a victim of my ‘evil charms.’ The trolling and cyberbullying got harsher after that. Not only do I have to endure Jade and Henry’s fans… I suddenly had to face Jasper’s as well. I knew he was popular with girls, but I did not realize how massive their numbers were and how rabid they could be.They were overprotective and obsessive about him. Every single one of them. They were all extremely rude, isolating me, drawing graffiti on my desk, locker, and dormitory door, leaving hate mail, notes, etc. I just ignored them and they’d eventually lose interest… until the next thing that they would find annoying about me. However, there were some who took it to the extremes and were downright sociopathic. Those people were not afraid to leave me ‘gifts.’ Dead animals in pretty little gift boxes, sometimes with

We all froze when we caught each other’s eyes. They stood awkwardly like children that got caught doing something they shouldn’t, scratching their necks and napes.“H-hi, guys!” I recognized them as the classmates I tolerate. I invited them so that the party could have some people who didn’t mooch up to me or actively hate me.“Princess Selina,” one girl said, stepping forward. Her smile was awkward, but kind. I think her name’s Grace. “We were just... um...”It was painful to watch her try to explain what they were doing in the shrubbery. They stunk of alcohol, cigars, and something grassy and sweet. They don’t look wasted or tipsy, though, and the girls don’t look disheveled. So they drank and smoked in the garden. Big deal. I know some people who’ve done worse things there.“Are you enjoying the party?” I finally asked to end her suffering.“The party’s lame,” came a male voice from the back of the group, half-hidden by tall vegetation.“Paddy!” Grace scolded him before turning to

“What do you want?” Patrick asked his visitor with a condescending tone.I trembled in shock when the door flew off its hinges, and knocked Patrick off his feet. I never felt so relieved to see Jasper standing by the doorway than at that very moment. His face was blank, but his eyes were glowing dangerously as he stared down at Patrick.Then our eyes locked, and I saw his brows furrow, gritting his teeth. The duke seized Patrick by the neck and yanked him off the ground.“What did you do?” he asked angrily, shaking him, but the guy was unconscious. He dangled like a rag doll from Jasper’s grip.I sniffled and the Lycan turned to face me again, frowning. He let go of Patrick's neck and he dropped to the ground with a loud thud. Jasper walked to the headboard and grabbed the belt. It snapped in half as he yanked it off.“Are you okay?” Jasper asked while untying my hands.“H-he tried t-to r*ape me,” I said, sobbing. I closed my eyes tight, ashamed of myself for being in this compromisin