“Where are you taking me?” I whimpered as the huge wolf carried me on his shoulders. After a couple of minutes, he put me down. Before I could blink, the huge white wolf shifted before me. The man who now stood in its place was handsome, muscular… and completely naked. * * * Elaine Rutherford has spent her entire life wishing for an escape from her dysfunctional family. But when her wish is granted in the form of being offered up as a human sacrifice to an elite village of werewolves…it wasn’t exactly what she had in mind. Every leap year, Stella’s Soul receives a mortal woman from the neighbouring city of Moonburn, just beyond the wall, to bear children for the chosen werewolf. And it just so happens this year is a leap year. On the next full moon, Elaine is set to be married to the handsome werewolf billionaire, Tyler Jane Moonstorm. Despite her doubts, she still hopes that this will be a better life than she’s used to. At least that’s what she thought…
View MoreThe Tale of Sasha's Parents (Told in 3rd POV)In the cold ground of the abode of the Steel Pack, where the night’s breeze howled gently, Sheila Steele is dressed in blood—literally. The rest of the pack is holding a banquet, feasting and drinking. Laughing and merry-making. But to Sheila, a soon-to-be mother of a baby girl, this is not a celebration. This shouldn’t be even full of smiles and cackles. “This should be a bloodbath,” she inhaled. “Oh really? You must be that bitter to say that, Sheila Steele...” Celine’s voice is rough and dry. Her former bestfriend then gave her a mirthless grin. “You must be brimming with jealousy because Alpha Jonas chose me over you, who originally happened to be his mate.” Clasping the snow of the winter ground, Sheila Steele could’ve choked Celine Steele to the earth if it wasn’t for Alpha Jonas’ guards. Their bodies are that of a huge wall. “This is a celebration, Sheila. Don’t make any scene
“Sasha!” Sasha Steele, an Omega-Slave whose body is still aching of Cal’s punishment atop the Alpha’s bed, already knew that voice’s owner. “Why are you avoiding me?" Ansel, Beta of Cal and son of the late Alpha Ariel, asked in a fierce tone. Sasha turned away from him as she scooped another bucket of fresh water from the lake. “I don’t see any reasons why I should not.” “I told you already,” he sucked a breath. “I’m sorry.” Sasha glared at him, one that pierces through his heart and soul. “Say that when you bring Cal’s head on a plate.” Ansel laughed nervously, putting his hand on his waist. “Well, I bet you’ll frown if I bring you his ashes instead.” Sasha didn’t heed his words. “Look, Sasha…” Ansel raised his red lips lightly, “We can run away and go to the Rogues—” “Without the Alpha’s permission?” She snorted. “You’re only looking at the easiest way our necks be hanged.” She became a different person in a blink of an ey
200 years ago...Sasha hoisted her head for a bit and found the door to the barn filled by the peering eyes of other Omegas and Omega-Slaves. “Are you planning to be a whore and seduce Beta Ansel here, Sasha Steele?” Sasha return her head to the ground. “No, Alpha! We are just discussing—“ But even with the young girl’s cry, the Alpha’s hand landed at the base of Sasha’s neck that forced her face lower to the ground. “Once an Omega-Slave, always an Omega-Slave.” Ansel managed to halt Cal’s hand mid-air when he tried to hit her again. Sasha looked up and saw the Beta and the Alpha staring at each other, waiting to see who will lower and who will remain dominant. Alpha Cal is obviously the dominant one. “I’m sorry, Alpha. It is my fault for Sasha yelling at me. I was just giving my condolences to her father and I may have offended her emotions while doing so.” Cal seemed convinced as he lowered his hand,
“One more step,” Heylizah breathed as she forwarded a foot in this iron spiral staircase that she wished whoever designed this would be damned. How can Liv survive this climbing?! The Princess snarled. And why the hell is her apartment on the topmost part of the building?! Pout spreads across her face. But putting a grumpy face would never fill her stomach with food, not even give her a good mood or a clean and cool bath. As she reached for the room’s keys inside her pocket, faint ocherous light can already be seen inside from the closed door. Someone is already inside. Yet, she still slid the keys and opened the door. Was it Liv inside? When the door was now wide open, her shadow filled the threshold. Yet she did not enter inside. “Liv?” Her voice echoed in the cold walls. When her gaze lingered on the corner which leads to the kitchen as Olivia once showed her the blueprint of her apartment, she found the source of light. As well as th
“Princess Heylizah!” But Olivia’s sight is blurring; her lungs tightening as if it was dressed in a corset. “Heylizah, dear. Can you still breathe?” Liv nodded her head enough to make Lady Tricia of Syllova sighed with relief. “Move along, the Supreme Healer is here!” The Supreme Healer is known to be the most talented and the best of the best among Healers in the kingdom of Mordeya. Olivia blinked once more, willing her body to stay awake. Olivia reached a hand for the servant’s feet but only managed to grip the end of the servant’s red violet apron. She was frozen to where she was standing, face full of terror. “P—Princess…” And then the servant ran away. Only to be hit on her right foot by the tip of a wooden arrow, designed to only restrain those who tried to flee. Liv witnessed this. She’s glad due to her training as an assassin, she still managed to be conscious despite being unconscious for a minute. She was ten years old when h
The Story of the Princess of Death (from the Book of Legends from the desk of The High Priestess)Heylizah was finally able to let her hands breath after several days of being chained, the smell of rust and the clinking of metals finally abandoned her. But she was just starting. “Via!” She turned around, hoping to see someone she’ll recognize. Expectedly, she did not. “Who are you?” “You must be joking, right?” Liza shook her head. The man sighed. “Your memory is starting to fade, eh?” Her brows knitted this time. Trying hard to remember Liv's words on who the hell is this man. “I have more things to take care of,” she countered. “Of course, you don’t remember me.” The man uttered before walking past her. But Liza is already hoisting the knife even before the man can stab her from behind. A strand of hair fell from her, igniting the assassin deep inside. “I don’t like you.” And Princess Heylizah stomped on the man’s foot, earning a
"Elaine." I screamed in distress, while I reached out to take a handful of the ashes. I was crying tearlessly. I tried in vain to rebuild my Elaine, to bring her back. If I could just restack the ashes surly my Elaine would appear before me. She couldn't be gone, she just couldn't! I heard faint screams all around me, too wrapped up in my own turmoil to understand what they meant. Then something was ripping through me. I was screaming from the pain, but I really didn't care about whatever was happening. If I was dying then so be it. Maybe I'd get to see my Elaine again. Maybe-In a flash of heat, everything was gone.***“Tyler! Wake the fuck up, man! What are you doing?” Someone shrug me and my eyes suddenly snap back to reality. “What happened?” I asked, my jaw moving ferociously because I felt like I was having a bad dream. Damn. It was a fucking nightmare. “You just stare at the darkness. We still have to fight for the remaining heart eaters.” “Thare are still remaining?” I tilt
Eighteen Years Later… The young man's gaze fell on the girl in the corner, straight and undisguised. “Sasha…” “Beta Ansel,” she greeted while lowering her head. “No need to be so formal…” Ansel laughed but Sasha’s head remained bowed down. “…Sasha.” “You are the Beta, Ansel,” she eyed him, “And I am but an Omega-Slave.” Ansel sucked a breath, but Sasha, whose birthday will be this midnight, didn’t even sighed. “I see,” he looked at her mud-filled hands. “I presume Alpha Cal would never let you be a normal Omega.” Sasha just gave him a tight nod. When she was about to turn away, Ansel grabbed her arm in a swift motion. “I also know how it feels to lose a father.” “You already gave your condolences to me last night, Ansel.” Sasha paused, lifting her head a bit. “What more do you want?” “My father, Alpha Ariel, was slain last year by Cal, the former Alpha Jonas’ cousin. It was actually worse for me than you
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