Novel & Cerita Irene Belserion

What I know is this: the cold steel has entered the soft place between my third and fourth ribs, and my mouth has filled with a scream that will not come out, and the water around me has gone suddenly warm with something that is not current. My name is Irene. I am twenty-two years old. I have been Queen Regent of Alastor for seven months and three days, and I was going to be married in three weeks. My wedding dress was finished by the royal weavers yesterday afternoon. I tried it on. Rose was there. She cried, and I thought she was crying because she was happy for me. His name is Liam.

I hadn't been this lucky since a decade ago. “What's the problem?” She asked, placing her hand on her hips. “I don't need to… it's not necessary I get a…” “Goodness,” she huffed, rolling her eyes and brushing her hair backwards in one swoop. “Not to be a bore, ma'am, but I have other things to do. Like I said, I'm not the one calling the shots. If you are too kind to reject the Alpha's offer, then I suggest you sneak out in the middle of the night, coz he hates disobedience,”

He asked Serry back because he was a little surprised when his Omega said a name he would rather not hear. Serry pursed her lips and put on a sulking face. “She is Bashiri's cousin. Irene is from the Denward clan.” Addy tightened his embrace even more on his Omega's body. Hearing the name of the Denward clan made his blood heat up. No wonder he was uncomfortable being near Irene because the Omega was from a clan he hated so much.

Irene can only describe the stench as every rotten meat in existence mixed into a bucket and left outside to rot even more for some time, it is simply revolting. "DON'T JUST STAND THERE! RUN!" But Irene can't run. Her feet are glued in place as she trembles at the sight of the monstrous beast currently getting closer with every breath she takes. Just as the beast bends down, so close that she can feel its breath on her, she's pulled back and her body is enveloped by Kai. Irene herself isn't short, she's quite tall standing at a solid 170 cm (5'7), but if she would compare herself to Kai, she's simply tiny.

"It seems we both have very demanding, very powerful Alphas waiting for us upstairs. Tell me, secret Luna... what is your name?" "Selene," I answered, feeling an instant, unexplainable bond with this powerful female standing beside me. "Selene Corvinus." Renee’s smile turned razor-sharp and deeply knowing. "Selene Corvinus... the High Artisan everyone in the Darkmoon Territory is talking about. I think you and I are going to be very good friends."

I clutched Olyrienne's necklace and felt it grow warm against my palm. The crying intensified, and then she appeared. The Lamenting Mother didn't look monstrous at first glance. She looked human, or close enough—a woman in what might have been a factory worker's clothing, though it was hard to tell through the corruption that clung to her like a second skin. Her face was turned away, but I could see her shoulders shaking with sobs that sounded like they were tearing her apart from the inside. "Sara Belladren," I said softly, remembering Eugene's notes. "She was twenty-six years old when she was infected. She owned this factory. She was trying to build something beautiful."

I returned as I sat down with a smile. “My name is Severa, Catia spoke before you and our youngest sister, the silent one is Eliana. Silana is the second oldest among girls and is Arius full sibling but it would be rare if you can see her, she prefers her solitude and her own company.” One of the girls said, from her bearings and the mark on her arm. I knew she was married to someone important, her eyes glowed. Not in the same eerie light like those councilors but as if there was a fire lit behind her eyeballs. The sight was beautiful.

She waited for me to speak. “I suddenly fell unconscious and was hospitalized for fifteen days, Annabeth. Medically, I had no ailments, nothing in the reports to cause such a thing. Yet for the last fifteen days, I couldn’t open my eyes or do anything. Do you think it’s a curse? My mate, Cerelia Belmont, is a Silver Wolf, and her grandfather, Alpha Cassius Belmont of the Silvermane Warriors Pack from Pieria, Greece, has forcefully separated us.” Annabeth frowned at me, gazing into my eyes for minutes. Her swirling eyes drew me into a hypnotic spell.

My guards stepped aside and a woman entered, moving like a shadow given form. She was dressed in sleek black from head to toe—fitted trousers, a high-collared coat, and boots that didn’t make a sound as she walked. Her hair was long and straight, cascading down her back like dark silk. Her expression was calm, composed, almost too perfect. Around her neck hung a single obsidian pendant etched with glowing silver runes. She stopped a few feet from me and offered a shallow bow. “Lord Hades,” she said. “I am Irene. A witch, and a loyal confidant of Gamma Celeriac.”

Once I finished my business and headed back to the small room, I slipped my old clothes from my body, wondering if I would ever see them again. The outfit they provided was identical to Camille and Helena's. The t-shirt was a fabric I had never felt before, both soft and strong. The white fabric clung to me, the perfect size in comparison to all my thrift-store clothes. The pants were the same material, lavender in color and impossibly soft. I placed the slippers on my feet, running my toes over the plush fur. I noticed the symbol for Iridian on the back of the hair brush, a slim crescent moon with two stars, deep purple in color. Once my fire kissed hair was smooth down my back, I stepped o