Anastasius Ii Novels & Stories

"Can I have a word with you before you leave?" "Yes," she replied stiffly. Basha sighed. "Ameera, I want to apologize," he started. "I have failed you as a father. I always knew but the gravity of my deed finally dawned on me last night. I'm so sorry, my child." Anna examined his face very well. Her father sure was a sight to behold. With his very white skin, he looked like an American. All his features were sharp. From his jawline to his high cheekbones. He had black bushy eyebrows and his eyes were brown. He always made sure to keep his jet black hair as far away from his shoulders as possible. Also, he was quite tall and actually looked younger than he was.

I pointed out, my patience thinning out with their endless rantings. "Then why is the deserter still alive!" The fifth elder yelled, slamming his fists against his throne. "Shame on you Nikolai! Nathan would truly have been a better ruler!" Ragnar burned with rage indignantly, but I calmed him down momentarily. The elders were still seen as the messengers of the goddess. I couldn't kill them off. Yet. "And now after bringing back in this deserter, she's still kept alive." The head elder continued amidst the outburst. "Do you intend for her to replace your mate, Leah?"

An older version of the guy asked. " Giovanni Bianchi. Just the man we needed. Your son here was harassing my wife." Nikolai said. " I wasn't harassing the bitch-" " Speak about my wife like that again and see if you'll walk out of here in one piece. " Giovanni glared at his son and then offered Nikolai a tight smile. " He's sorry for what he has done. Aren't you, boy? " The young Bianchi frantically nodded. " You know how much respect I have for you, Gio but if we were all to accept sorrys, don't you think our empires would have collapsed? "

Leon said mocking tone to Anastacius. Anastacius heard this from his bastard son and became even more furious. He took a deep breath, pressed the fire in his heart, and patted his nephew's hand. Even if he needed to swallow his pride and seek his brother's family, who was once his biggest competitor for the head of the Albrecht, he would do it, just to preserve the goddess in their family. "We wouldn't let any of you out of here alive if you continue, Leon. So hand over the goddess." Anastacius said solemnly.

"Yes..." He holds his hand out to me, covered in dark leather gloves. I withhold an eye roll. Gloves are far too common in individuals not interested in finding their mates. I’ve seen Isaiah wear them in almost every public appearance he has made...He probably doesn’t want a mate, a Luna who can challenge his views. "Zire. Isaiah's second-in-command." "I didn't know Alpha's needed a second-in-command,” I murmur curiously, shaking his hand firmly.