All Chapters of The Fate Of The Lycan Princess : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"There is something you need to see, my lady," said my maid to me as she opened the door and looked in my chambers. Her countenance was that of someone who had seen something that beggars description and needed some other pair of eyes as a witness. So I dropped the dress in my hand and followed her out. "Speak no word as we go," Debra said. We walked down the steps that led outside the manor and swept past the gardens, and when she took me beyond the gates, I had to pull her back and throw caution to the wind. "Where are we going, Debra?" "I am sorry for being too secretive, my lady," she apologized, looking around warily. "But I felt this is important to you.""Why can't you just tell me what it is?" She shook her head and led the way again. It was towards evening, and the manor had gotten less noisy. I watched Debra closely, and it dawned on me that she was leading me to the hills, where Killian's private study was."Killian?" I said.Debra just looked at me with those sad eyes

Finding Charlie would turn out to be one of the worst days of my life. It wasn't supposed to be much of a concern to me, having my problems at the time, but Arthur was like a dear friend and I didn't see myself staying out of the whole debacle.When we went outside, I realized that none of Arthur's patrons had heard the news. They carried on drinking themselves into a stupor. "Tell me what you know," Arthur told Merl, who confided that a runner had come bearing the message. Arthur's wife hadn't seen the little boy after she'd left him out on the front verandah. She'd only disappeared into the house for a while to pick out some clothes for the laundry. So she sent someone while she went in search of Charlie."Did she say where she'll be?" asked Arthur. Merl just shook his head. I could see that he was panicking."Stay here, I'll go find Charlie," said Arthur, with an air of confidence. "We'll find him," I added before following Arthur out the door. *********We found Charlie about

Sounds rushed to my ears as slowly as drops of rainwater dripped off a gutter on the roof. They sounded muffled, and I struggled to open my eyes to see.At first, vision came slowly. Everything was so blurry that I had to shut my eyes and try again for the second time. I opened my eyes again and saw movement in front and around me. Dark figures move from here to there. I felt pressure on my chest, felt someone lift my hand and someone else utter something my ears couldn't comprehend.Gradually, my vision cleared, and the dark figures took shape. All around me were women dressed in cloaks. I looked around me and the place looked like heaven. Candles everywhere, and glowing orbs."Am I dead?" I managed to croak out. My words caught their attention and the four figures around me with flowing hair moved closer.One of them said, "No. You are not dead, my dear.""But this place... Is it real?""Why do you ask?""Looks like heaven to me.""Well, this is Earth and you are still very much ali

"Well, he must have been so old," I commented.Amelia stopped at a door and looked at me. "Get ready to meet the rest of your family. Although, you might find them quite queer."The doors opened, and we walked to what looked like a common room and a living area together. I counted five people in the room. However, two notable ones dressed differently from the rest. A man and an elderly woman, around the age of Amelia."My princess," said one of the helpers with a slight bow. I acknowledged her with a nod of my own."Mabel," said Amelia to the woman. "And Brooke. What's with all the pomp and pageantry?"Mabel shrugged slightly. "Can't take it from royalty, you know.""And who is she?" Brooke asked. His index and middle fingers were adorned with silver rings. I wondered why that choice of jewelry. Amelia glances at me. "Haven't you heard?""About what?""Don't be so ignorant, Brooke. You're fooling yourself.""Excuse me?""This is Valeria. And she's my daughter."I noticed the proud lo

That very night, there was a feast. To celebrate my return. I had never attended a feast before, and it felt odd to see one. More odd that it was done in my name. At Killian's manor, we hardly had any feasts. Instead, there were just rituals and the rest alike. The only ceremonies were for coronations and weddings. Just like the one I was supposed to be part of before everything went to shambles. The feast was done in the open, right before the statue of my great-grandfather. My father made my mother and I sit beside him, on his right, while Mabel and Brooke occupied the seats on his left. As much as they didn't enjoy the vantage point, they made every attempt to tell the people who cared to come around them that they were better dressed for the occasion. "Are you enjoying this? I hope," Amelia said to me, just as I touched my wrist. I nodded. "I am flattered. All these feel too much." "Nonsense," she interjected. "You may think you do not deserve the show of attention but consid