Estranged Novels & Stories

Just as Eros was about to get up from his seat, his mother again held his hand. "What's wrong, Mom?" asked Eros confused. "Does Alea not have a family?" The question made Eros speechless, he didn't know what to answer. Alea said that it was impossible for her to tell her parents about her marriage to Eros after running away from her marriage to Mr. Adam. Even Alea doesn't want to contact her family anymore. "Alea's family lives very far away, they are not here." Eros's answer made his mother furrow her brow in confusion.

"Corvus, there has been nothing to forgive between us for a long time." "What do you mean?" "I've had servants leave a few cases of cheap, synthetic blood at your apartment. Enough to last you a few months," my voice grew distant. "From now on, we owe each other nothing." "No! Morana! You can't do this to me!" Corvus tried to sit up, but the bandages held him down. "I'm your brother! We're related by blood!" "Blood?" I scoffed. "Have you forgotten? The pact is broken. You and I are nothing to each other now."

Not pushing. "My sister's husband has just decided to ship their disaster of a stepdaughter to my island for six months," I said, moving back to the bed and sitting on the edge of it with my elbows on my knees. "She got herself expelled from her third university, they've run out of civilized solutions, and apparently the next logical step is to make her my problem." Violet raised an eyebrow. "Third university?" "Third." "That's genuinely impressive in the worst possible way."

Instead, I stand my ground, shifting my grip on the bowl until my fingers ache with the effort of not trembling. “If you’re worried about contamination,” I say, “maybe don’t breathe.” It’s a cheap shot, but it lands. His face goes red, then settles into a look that says he’s already decided how I’ll pay for it later. He leans in, so close I smell the morning’s coffee and the faint, metallic tang of blood on his breath. “Don’t test me, Stray,” he whispers. “You won’t like the answer.” I stare him down, not blinking. The wolf in me wants to bare its own teeth, but I clamp down, show nothing but boredom.

Liam’s POV** The next morning, the storm that had raged inside the house the previous day was replaced by the warm scent of fresh chai and the faint hum of the valley waking up. Sunlight seeped through the windows, casting delicate, shifting shadows on the wooden floor. Outside, the sweet humming of birds mingled with the rustle of pine trees, creating a melody so gentle it felt like the mountains themselves were singing. For the first time since yesterday, it didn’t feel like the world was about to drift apart.

Eli staggered back half a step, his face white as paper, that faint flicker of hope in his eyes splintering inch by inch, until nothing was left but a boundless, hollow desolation. "From beginning to end, I brought this on myself. I was the one who wronged you." He murmured it low, his voice so faint it nearly dissolved into the air. "In this life, there's not the slightest chance of taking it back." I lingered no longer, and without another glance at his dazed, anguished face, I turned and walked toward the stairs. The gilded box door closed softly behind me, shutting out his gaze completely. We had once walked side by side and loved each other deeply, and in the end, all that was left was

His eyes lifted toward the fractured moon. “Breaking eternity.” The wind screamed through the Veil. Because if that bond was real Then the stranger wasn’t just connected to me. He had been connected to me… Before the world rewrote itself. And that meant something far worse. Someone had erased the truth.

The past experiences flooded her head making her boil in anger. She eyed all of them with the same hatred and disgust, the hungry men still came closer to quench their lust. Their footsteps sounds like the screams she heard back then in the Afterlife and it was very annoying. Without casting a spell, she just gestured her fingers and a heavy gust of wind came clearing them out of her sight, separating their parts from their body.

He could not help shattering his thoughts about the unexpected situation. He hesitated for a moment, then changed his mind abruptly. To avoid this unpredictable situation, he made up his mind not to enter the park. Instead, he turned his motobike and drove a bit faster and reached his destination. He took a relief but still was upset. For some days, he deliberately avoided Shandy, and by the end of the week, he had left for Greece. Often, he couldn't help but wonder about the consequences of that encounter that hadn't taken place.

"And you will not win this fight. It is my will that you go with these soldiers, and as my apprentice you must obey. As much as it pains me, past this night, you will not be allowed shelter in my house." There was a finality in her voice that bludgeoned Iris's heart, and suddenly the shelf of fine glass bowls, the drawers of neatly sorted candles, the strings of garlic draped over the wooden crossbeam, all of it, all the things Iris had grown up with and built her world around, seemed foreign and filled her mouth with the taste of ashes. Shoving herself away from the table, her chair screeching against the floor, Iris ran out the door before Mother Hall could see her tears and sought solace