Lahat ng Kabanata ng Her Original Wolf: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 9

Axlan’s Point of ViewLet me tell you a story about gods and monsters. Namely the former and how they disguised themselves to seem less like the latter. This story isn’t just a story, you see. It was the truth. Reality that became a rumor. Myth. Legend. But it was true, you see.Humans always had this funny way of playing off what really took place. People in power threw dirt over it to try and get the masses to follow what they wanted to believe. Sheep and wolves. An endless game of tug of war.Yet I will always remember where this story started. With the goddess of spring and her undying love for everything and everyone around her. Including her love for her lonely heart.The air was brisk for an early spring morning. All the animals in the forest had quieted down. Became part of the dull drum of the rest of the world. This was my everyday life, although I knew it was illegal to be doing what I was doing this time of year. It didn’t matter.Food was scarce and the crops weren’t read

Marzanna's Point of ViewFuck Ixion indeed. The bastard had deigned to fuck me senseless for the last decade and then departed without warning. Left me to watch over his domain.What could be so pressing that he would simply leave without a word? It's not like I had asked him to be with me for eternity. On the contrary, I had made it extremely clear that I wanted nothing of the sort.So, one dead deer won't fucking harm him.Besides, keeping Axlan alive and around me might give me a bit of entertainment. From his reluctance to accept the proposal to the hard lines on his face, I knew he wasn't eager to be around me.This was like a breath of fresh air to me."Are the shackles really necessary?" I asked, keeping my eyes trained on the man in front of me.He stood between two of my guards. Looked more uncomfortable now than he had when we were in the orgy. It only confirmed that he wasn't very eager to be in my presence. Little did he know I visited my animals almost every day."Yes, g

Marzanna's Point of ViewNights were the hardest for me. Reminders of Gerovit sat heavily on my mind at night. Off in the distance, my wolves howled their songs to the moon. Sang sweetly to their young and loved ones. I envied them. One partner for the rest of their lives. Raising their children together.Dying together.Even though neither I, nor Gerovit, had passed away, it felt like it. Stifled me late at night when I lay in bed alone. The sheets beside me cold and my memories a trap that I couldn't escape.Thus, I was out and about in the temple, as usual. Nights had become my alone time. Time to walk about. Reflect. Mourn...Mostly mourned lately.With Ixion being gone so often, I was more alone than ever before. My mind was cast into idle with his constant ministrations to keep me occupied. Now that I had no other god or goddess to keep my mind occupied, it wandered to the life I had before this.To the city we lived in. Each faction. How all of us worked together to create pe

Axlan's Point of ViewA scream broke the night. Raw with pain. Ripped through my ears with a hefty blow.The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I gripped my mug of ale tightly. Head whipped in the direction of the animal pens. To where I knew Marzanna was busy delivering the wolf pups.From here, I could see the trees right in front of all the enclosures. Flames from the torches flickered just below the branches. Licked at the sky.Until they were snuffed out. All at once. Not even one was spared.Seconds passed before a second boom echoed from behind the trees. A loud crackling sound followed and I watched as the trees bowed toward me. Nearly touched the ground with the tips of their branches from the force.Icy cold sliced through me. A billow of white chased the crackling sound. Static filled the air around me. The feeling of lightning filled the empty space where the static couldn't make its home.Almost like a storm was approaching and would leave thousands dead in its wak

Marzanna's Point of ViewIxion was a brooding force beside me as we walked. His eyes frequently drifted to the bundle in my arms. Barely contained anger simmered on his face when he looked at the little pup.Focussed on the white fragile thing for longer than was deemed appropriate, considering she was so close to my chest.Although, I knew he was angry with me for causing the scene in front of everyone. I had undermined him in some way. Knew I had but couldn't bring myself to care. Not when so many other emotions stormed inside my mind.Shiva was dead and now Ixion was here. Like a knight on a horse appearing when he is needed most. But I had needed him long before this instance. As a friend. Confidant. And he hadn't been here because his male pride had gotten the better of him.Rejection was the one thing Ixion hated, even before we fell from our world. As children, he pined after me. Tried his very best to become mine. When I chose Gerovit, he seemed to vanish from my life. Retra