Todos los capítulos de His Mate's Silent Cry: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

"None of the humans in this year knows about the existence of wolves. Be careful not to overshadow your fur to the world!" °°°The little drops of rain sought to patter down the kingdom. The weather was changing as days marched towards the end of June, philosophers of the NORSE Kingdom had already concluded that NERIDA is giving signs of her forgiveness. As the rain became something received day and night, the people became lost in ecstasy. "The prophecy is coming to life!" One of the men in the crowd shouted, where Amethyst was snaking through. His hands were lifted up in the air as a sign of gratitude. Out, on the linear streets of Ombersely, a fair was held and people from great distances were celebrating their victory. With vehement mirth crossing their features, each of them bought gifts and lit candles as per their tradition. "Don't slack off, NERIDA will not be pleased." A middle-aged woman in a black dress said to a toddler whose enraged eyes were covered by his blonde ban

"A darkened twilight in your eyes shall become the death of me. Through the abyss of HIS demise, I shall become yours; infinity of EMERALDS will accompany me." ••• Amidst the agony enveloping the shuddering figure of Amethyst, gashes have already decided to take over her dull mind. The coldness in the nights pierced onto her darkened heart— there and left her tranced. Loss of consciousness in a compartment surrounded by dimmed lights, that were coloured red. A room ample to one's imagination— with nothing but the smell of despair floating around freely. Her emerald eyes unhurriedly opened to glimpse a silhouette, sitting on a chair beside her. "Fear!?" She silently questioned herself, confusion swirling in her head. She held her breath while her eyes were fixed on the silhouette. The pain in her back had long repulsed her to even think of being timid. Nothing at this point inveigled her to feel anything but to "pray" for a way out. A delicate murmur sought to arise from the sh

Half-opened emerald eyes gleamed fervently whilst they peaked at the reflection of a naked hourglass figure in the mirror. The weather outside was breezy, with an icy wind blowing along the coast. Stifled voices only made a landslide victory after displaying non–stop in Amethyst's head. Her hands wobbled on the basin as she continued to mumble inaudible utters. "Dark…fey!" She groaned quietly. "Who is Circe?" A question ran past her head and then followed by silence. Turning her head to her right, she met an opened window that instantly yanked her features to dilate her eyes and welcomed the warm sunlight that was sauntering in. The sun's rays flooded and exerted to overwhelm the room. "A dark fey…that doesn't grow wings." Hera's words displayed yet again for the twentieth time. Amethyst only moaned in pain and abruptly clutched at her face. "You…have to wake up! She shall rest in peace!." Amethyst squealed in a sorrowful tone, a stream of tears were oozing down her pale cheeks.

[ Mind these dots> ••• As they represent the moments Amethyst dwells in memory/vision and later comes back to reality] •••Time elapsed! Memories, dreadfully of the kind— kneel right on the chambers of your heart. Look around you Moon Crawler, You became Mine! •••An artifice smile reappeared on his face that dearly lacked emotion, pushing Amethyst into a world of frenzy. "You cannot revert, but I shall tell you the truth," Wendell murmured, orbiting the confused Amethyst whilst he carefully placed his veiny, wrinkled hands on his back. "Your mother…" Wendell's hoarse voice whimpered shortly after the shack was swallowed in the stomach of brightness given by the candles. A slight glimmer of a vision hit Amethyst, making her legs numb. She, who was trying to pose as strong, barely made a gallant attempt to hide her tears. She wrapped her hands around her shuddering figure and listened to the whispers that were dancing around and mourning deep in her ears. "Your tears…purely venomo

"Amethyst!"An hour or so manoeuvred to pass and yet Amethyst was still hustled by visions that hardly made a "dreadful" rendezvous with fear in the chambers of her heart.Inexplicable visions— those not belonging to her, grazed past her dignity every now and then— pinning her down to the floor, that for some reason had red marks circling her motionless body. Her body shuddered greatly from the cold— her mind was unconscious yet at the same time alert to all that took place around her. "Get up?" "Wake up!" Voices did not take long to get thronged in her head— ensuring that they aromatized the terror limping in her. Her soul, as paralyzed as it was— all her systems were horror-struck. "AMETHYST!" An omnipresent voice called after a while and sent about vibrations that made the air form a slight vortex. Amethyst's mouth slightly opened to release a faint squeak that vainly helped her to escape the jaws of death— that came with the hideous visions. "AMETHYST! TIME IS RUNNING OUT!" A