บททั้งหมดของ Conceived under the moon: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Alaric and Tonya moved through the dense forest, their steps deliberate as they headed toward Agatha's lair. The trees loomed high above them, their branches casting shifting shadows across the forest floor. The journey was quiet, with only the sounds of nature and the distant calls of nocturnal creatures breaking the silence. Despite the calm, both were on high alert, knowing that the path to the Witches' castle was fraught with danger.As they walked, Alaric kept a close watch on their surroundings, his vampire senses attuned to every rustle and movement. Tonya walked beside him, her elemental powers subtly shifting the earth beneath her feet to leave no trace of their passage. They were approaching a section of the forest known for its magical properties, where the line between the natural world and the supernatural blurred."We should be close," Alaric said, his voice low but clear. He glanced at Tonya, his eyes serious. "Keep an eye out for any signs of Agatha. Elder Moira said s

Theo woke up to the sound of soft laughter and the faint rustling of silk sheets. His head throbbed slightly, and as he opened his eyes, he felt the weight of the queen nestled against his chest. She was tracing lazy circles on his skin with her finger, a playful smile on her lips."Good morning, king," she said, her voice low and teasing. "Sleep well?"Theo sighed, closing his eyes for a moment to gather his thoughts. Last night felt like a blur, a haze of passion and recklessness. He knew it had been a mistake, and now, with the morning light streaming through the curtains, the reality of his responsibilities came crashing back."We shouldn't have done this," he muttered, keeping his eyes closed as if it would somehow make the situation disappear.The queen chuckled softly, her laughter like a chime. "Oh, but we did," she said, her tone full of mischief. "And it was quite enjoyable, wasn't it?" She shifted slightly, propping herself up on one elbow. "But don't look so dour, Theo. Yo

As Apollo left the witches' house, Tonya and Alaric turned toward the elder witch, Agatha, who sat in a large wooden chair by the hearth. Agatha was a small woman with an ageless face and deep green eyes, her demeanor quiet but intense. She'd been listening to the conversation without comment, observing the unfolding situation with the calm detachment that came from many years of wisdom.Tonya walked over to her, lowering her voice to a respectful whisper. "Agatha, what do you make of this? The werewolf king, Theo, has rekindled his relationship with the witch queen, and it's causing chaos among the pack. Now he's done something even more reckless, kissing Jolene, who is engaged to the sun god, Apollo. Things are spiraling out of control."Agatha nodded thoughtfully, her expression revealing little emotion. "I don't know Theo," she said, her voice soft but clear. "But I've heard of his impulsiveness. This connection to the witch queen is not just dangerous—it could lead to ruin if he

As Tonya walks through the dense forest surrounding the elder witches' cottage, the leaves crunch softly under her feet, a gentle symphony of nature's harmony. The earthy scent of moss and damp soil fills the air, and the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze creates a soothing backdrop to her exploration. This forest, with its ancient trees and whispering winds, is a place that has always brought her peace. But today, even this sanctuary can't quell the storm within her heart.The cottage itself is nestled among ancient trees, their gnarled branches reaching toward the sky like outstretched arms. A faint mist weaves through the underbrush, lending an air of mystery to the woodland. Yet, despite the chill in the air, Tonya feels a warmth spreading from the ground beneath her feet, as if the earth itself recognizes her presence. Birds chirp from the treetops, their songs mingling with the distant sounds of a babbling brook. Wildflowers bloom in bursts of color along the path, each st

Apollo, the Sun God, stood on a plateau of blazing light, the heat and intensity of the sun's core muted by his divine presence. He gazed across the golden expanse, where Jolene, his radiant fiancée, played with their children. The backdrop of towering solar flares and swirling plasma clouds only highlighted her ethereal beauty. Her laughter echoed like musical chimes amid the sun's roaring energy.The children, little embodiments of solar energy themselves, danced around Jolene, their joyful cries mixing with the deep hum of the sun's surface. Jolene was vibrant and full of life, a beacon of warmth that drew everyone in. Apollo felt his heart swell with love as he watched her embrace their children, twirling and spinning with them, her movements as fluid as the flowing solar winds.But there was a tug in his chest, a familiar pang of jealousy. A part of him knew that Jolene had once loved Theo, the werewolf king. The history between them was complicated—filled with betrayal and hurt—