Alle Kapitel von His Mate's Silent Cry: Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 50

"I WILL NOT FORGIVE YOU, MAMA!" •••The water was gurgling and hissing all the mysteries of the Oceans, two seconds away from her feet. Waves lifted themselves, swimming back and forth on the black surface and dancing to the rhythms of the hushed mutterings in the room. A pattern of tiny rainbows stuck themselves on the ceiling, limping as the waves danced. Amethyst quietly knelt next to the pool and patiently squeezed her eyes out to search for something in the water— something that was glowing blue from the depths of the pool. Amethyst sat down with eyes that were glinting with curiosity. The water now bubbled, as if paving way for something that was lying inside. A minute later, a head of a creature, that was covered in glowing white hair, began peering through the surface. As if under a spell, Amethyst did not budge until the figure of the creature swam out. Its eyes were brown–green and violently gleaming as they gazed at Amethyst. Its demon–hylian ears slightly flapped jub

"I Am Here For You, My Love!" [Castle Ephraim] Half–closed eyes slowly opened wide to publish their imperfect beauty, glistening with the purest dew. The chilly breeze blew through the window that was left open and travelled inside the spacious room. The window was left undressed next to the queen–sized bed, there, where Amethyst was fast asleep. The sun was already high and blazing upon the blue sky that was dotted with fluffy, white clouds that were lazily floating in the gentle breeze. Amethyst's head was sunk deep into the dusty pink pillow while the sun's rays played a game of hiding and seeking on her ashen face. They aggressively chased her sleep away. Her bloodshot eyes darted to every corner of the room, which was coloured in shades of grey and hints of depressed whites on the walls. A groan escaped from her dry lips as her slim fingers clutched at her hair. As soon as she raised her head, a familiar lavender scent that was mixed with a medicinal scent, made a journey i

The sun slowly woke up, to decorate the sky— showering the beings of Ephraim with its light and heat. Inside the council room— in the depths of Castle Ephraim are ongoing arguments. The council room was already inundated with a cacophony of hopeless screams and the bangings of the tables. "Who cares if he is dead? He was not even selected by us!" Muriel shouted her words out of her mouth. Veins were protruding visibly on the surface of her skin whilst her hands flew helplessly in the air. Her utters were highly persuasive and some of the members nodded in agreement with her statement. "We have to follow the rules, Muriel. Adolphus had and has no right to sweep this under the carpet. Shame will fall upon our pack!" Sir Bernard advised while his eyes darted at Pierce's introverted figure seated in a chair next to him. Pierce remained quiet— his hands were quacking under the table."I have—" The door flew open to disclose Liam's twisted face. Everyone instantly fell silent and began

A pair of enraged hazel-coloured gazes glared into the blackness that was slowly enveloping the throne room of the Dark Castle, with its sticky embrace. Vigorous, intimidating belly laughter that belonged to Mauve, vibrated across the room, shaking every object that was cast as an ornament— synchronising with chills that were racing on Imogen's spine. Imogen; who was continuously puffing and huffing, turned in circles, searching for the owner of the belittling laughter. Mauve was purposely disappearing from her sight, every now and then. "How wicked you are! If only I knew…" Imogen growled, throwing fists at the black smoke that was slowly filling itself inside the room— engulfing her as it victoriously pervaded her system. "Don't be ridiculous Imogen! I AM A WITCH FOR DEVIL'S SAKE!" Mauve threw a peal of a shallow guffaw that inspired indignation to reach out to Imogen's soul. "You are so weak…honey, that's just so romantic! The longer you resist, the merrier the urge for IT!

"WHEN I WAS TAINTED BY DUST!"•••AMETHYST'S POV: Every nerve had fire throbbing inside as my glistening eyes shamelessly and lustfully witnessed the man before me purposely send shivers down my spine, with the tips of his fingers as they caressed my skin. Our breaths were growing strong every time he had to paste his hot lips on mine. My heart did not dare to ask for my permission to race to the centre of my throat. The air around us was surprisingly moisture-less, I had to curl my hands around his neck— to receive some warmth. I caught strands of hair fall across his beautiful face every time I mischievously peaked at him during the kiss. He smelt like blooming fire as it mated with with darkness, creating chaos in the shades of loneliness. His warm lips felt so good on mine— they were domineering, influencing to follow by example. His tongue quickly pushed itself into my mouth as soon as his hands pressed hard on my breasts. Abruptly after diving into a lustful kiss, the world