Staring at the lifeless body of the Overlord made King Darren feel more dread. Even in death, the eerie aura that followed the leader of Skullis still existed.Without making much noise, the men that transported the Overlord from the seated position he was found, covered the dead body and stood aside, awaiting the next set of instructions.A terrible tugging in his chest, Darren took his sight off the Overlord’s body. He looked past the windows and saw how the moon kept shining bright, unaware that some sort of a disaster had befallen the kingdom.Overlord Zamar dying in Zenrada could go wrong in so many ways. Alpha Darren knew for sure that the people of Skullis would use the unforeseen incident as an excuse to fully threaten Zenrada with war.Or worse, they could attack them in the dead of the night. If the Vampires are able to block the energy of Zenrada’s moon just like the fairies did, there was no doubt that things would go wrong for Zenrada no matter the strength of the wolves.

As he inspected the thread wrapped around his little finger, he felt his head swell crazily.The very thing he desperately wished to see when he was crazily smitten by Laura’s beauty was in front of him, shining in the moonlight, making him more confused.It seemed Lord Elias was in his right mind when he stylishly blasted the Moon Goddess and her mysterious actions.Surely, it was absolute nonsense that he was meant to be mates with the half-fairy. It was crazier because Zaramanni was already mated to Beta Zoey who didn’t need the Goddess’s powers to know that Zaramanni was his mate.To avoid rousing nonsense thoughts, Alpha Darren decided to disregard the unexpected twist. He was already married to the she-wolf he loved. The union between him and his Luna might have not been blessed by the heavens, but his strong feelings made him certain that mating with Laura was not a mistake.Soon, as the King put his hand down and stared ahead at the properly arranged shelves that held thous

The face that housed its blazing, pointed orbs showed off pointy teeth that Zara wished to guess had torn the limbs of many men apart. While she scared herself some more with her thoughts, she noticed the length of the creature’s trachea which wore a skin that was a shade lighter and faintly smoother than other parts of its body.Once again, when her gaze fell on the slowly pulsing belly of the beast, she wondered how many bodies its throat had swallowed.Quickly, as the silence grew, Zara’s eyes roamed the short, carved horns of the monstrosity that seriously stared at her, and her mind instantly replayed the voice of the creature which could be likened to having the depth of a raging sea.“Y-you are a… a d-dragon,” Zara stuttered after she swallowed hard and decided to squarely face the surprising sight in front of her. She earlier wished to run for her life after she heard its thunderous voice, but the beast in front of her didn’t look like it was about to attack her and roast he

“What are you doing?” the man with the crushed hand cried from where he was. “Get her!”The he-wolf's voice jolted Zaramanni from her deepened thoughts. She took a quick look around and saw that the other men were charging at her. Her right foot quickly took a step back and settled firmly into the ground, and the knee of her left foot dipped a little. With a deep line of scowl on her forehead, Zara wiggled her fingers, eager to see what disaster they would bring upon the audacious men.But before the angry fists of the men could reach her, her feet lifted off the sandy ground within seconds and the unexpected move caused the men to rush their mouths into the depth of the land. Lightly, Zaramanni’s floating body landed on the ground and her sharp sight watched the hefty men spit out soil from the innards of their lips.“Are you okay?” Zara quickly darted her attention to the sight-deprived man who was now standing straight, dusting off things he was unable to see with eagerness in h

Zaramanni had often wondered what the rooms on the other side of the manor were like. So, with seriousness, she took in the interior of the grand fireplace room they were in, and she found that the space was more beautiful than her room.Coupled with the delightful use of reddish-brown wood that created architectural magic, the plain walls, heavily patterned drapes, and growing warmth made the space more comfortable to look at and be in.“Here,” Clarissa said, her hand stretching a ceramic cup in Zara’s way, the steam emitting from the object making Zaramanni curious about the content of the cup. Bracing her lips for the slight torture that it was about to face, Zaramanni surfaced her nostrils above the steam and noted the sweet smell the liquid was giving. If her guess was right, it smelled almost like the strawberry tea her Granny took four times a week. Soon, the heated liquid went down her throat in small sips, the burning sensation dying before the drink could reach the back of