… [ IN WHICH SHE RECONNECTS ] … We have moved out of the King’s throne room. Out of the Palace, and into the very depths of Lucian City, we are stood before a ginormous door. It has silver for wood, no doorknobs, nor handles, and also without hinges like a regular door in the house of many. This unique door stands alone at the center of the forest, sharing its silvery light to the surrounding trees. From the looks of it, it is non-luminous, and only glows through the moon’s light. Just like the Sun’s relationship with the moon. The unusual door stands at unmeasurable height, reaching far out into the dark sky. Night has fallen upon us so quickly. I hadn’t realized that much time had passed until I saw darkness start to fall over the land.In the cricket sounds and buzzing of insects, we all stand in the dirt, facing the magnificent door. And by we, I mean, Wylan the Sorcerer, Rome the Lycan King, and I, the one who has clearly been reborn. “This has to be done.” Rome touches my

Life is unfair— it is not fair.And it is not our fault. We have no say in our own lives. We are practically living a fairy tale someone else wrote.Faye Donovan did not choose her life. And she was given a fate so tragic that it brings tears into my brown eyes. She was only a child, living in the 1800's with loving parents and a sister, the age of six. However, she had no idea she was made for greater things; greater things that would propel her into destruction. She had no idea of her fate.Fate is like a child born into a wealthy home, getting to enjoy privileges and never once feeling the cruelty of the world till death takes them away. Fate is like a child born into a poor, merchant home, never to live a life that is handed to him on a silver platter. Fate is like a child born into sicknesses and diseases, and has no choice but to endure the consequences till he or she is taken away by that same sickness at a young age, and that child will never get to experience the magical and b

[ IN WHICH SHE IS NOT HERSELF ] Something has come over me. Something dark.Something evil. I am not myself.But I can't stop what I have already started. The minute I left Lucian City, something in me changed. Something uncontrollable bloomed. Something unrecognizable germinated. Maybe that was why the guards didn’t come after me when I declined their offer to be an escort. But they could also have been commanded by their King to stay back. So they all watched me walk out. It was almost like they were watching me do their bidding. It felt like Lucian City had turned me all around to be who they wanted me to be— to be Faye, their Queen only. But then again, it could have been the Lycan King who had me wrapped around his ringed finger all this time. He did prove that after giving me an urge to release, and then, telling me to hold on.That was cruel. But it only made me want to act cruel.It has nearly been an hour since I left Lucian City, the land of the werewolves. And I haven't

[ IN WHICH SHE SEEKS REVENGE... BUT REGRETS IT ] What have I done? I crash back into my senses after the deed has been done. My teary eyes watch Sin with my heart aching in my chest. I can feel the consequences of the pain I have caused him. I cry harder, seeing the torment playing along the fine lines on his face. It was like I had been possessed. I would never have done that. As much as I like to deny it, I love Sin. But maybe not as much as I thought? Someone who loves you wouldn't drive a sword through your heart. Then, out of nowhere, the ground starts to shake with each grunt Sin lets out. I nearly get knocked off my feet when a large item falls to the ground. My eyes rove the area as the room starts to mimic darkness, creating the illusion that it is already nighttime. Then with one last scream from Sin as he starts to pull the sword out, a giant body of black smoke makes its way out of him. A dangerous growl comes with it as it grows bigger and bigger, reaching towards th

[ IN WHICH SHE IS DESPONDENT ]What comes next? I find myself asking that question as the clock ticks by, and yet after many hours, the answer still hasn't dropped in the palm of my hands. I have no idea what comes next, hence the feelings of hopelessness.Sighing dejectedly, I lift my eyes to peer around the vehicle. My brown eyes fall on the two men sat in front of me— my designated driver in his assigned seat, and my bodyguard, Jon in the passenger seat. As usual, I am sat in the backseat of my Mercedes Benz to bask in the peace and quiet of the vehicle. But sadly, I cannot find peace and quiet for my mind is deeply troubled.It has been this way since the Gala dinner event.Marcus had alerted Jon, the bodyguard of my mental breakdown who later grabbed his phone to call on my driver. Thankfully, seconds later, I was ushered into the vehicle and driven away from the taunting scene. However, I was driven away too late. Everyone had already witnessed my meltdown.Grace and Angie did