Romans & histoires Long Lost Banner Dreamlight Valley

WARNING READING CONTENT MAY DISTURB SOME. VIOLENCE The Black Ashen pack, led by my father and mother Alpha Nathan and Luna Elizabeth. We are a small pack in the upper north mountains. We are surrounded by beautiful trees and crystal clear waters. Like my mother I bare her blue eyes that hold shimmers of gold and silver, my long ashen blonde hair reaching my waist even though I’m only 11. I’m staring at my reflection in the mirror admiring what the maids had done with my hair for today, for it was a special day. Today was my 11th birthday. My outfit shimmered lightly in beautiful flower designs meant for a princess. It might have been over the top for school, but after all I was a princess. I

The lights that had been half-lit a week ago were now completely black, devoid of life. I slowed down, lowering my speed. My breathing now sounded like a whimper. From the moonlink, Draven's voice came back, this time much weaker. The Valerian pack was truly on the brink of extinction. 'Rhea, we're still waiting. Please, we need to see you before we go.' The moonlink then dimmed. I nodded even though my father couldn't see me. I ran towards the main house, the house of the Valerian Alpha.

"As you wish." He held out a small woven basket. "I came to return something." I frowned. "I don't remember lending you anything." "You didn't." Confused, I looked inside. Nestled between two folded cloths was a tiny blue ribbon. Worn with age. Frayed at the edges. My breath caught. No... It couldn't be. I picked it up with trembling fingers. Years ago... On the last Harvest Festival before Kael disappeared... I'd tied that very ribbon around his wrist because he'd gotten hopelessly lost trying to find the dancing square.

Through the bond, I could feel the hesitation he is trying to conceal. “Just do it,” I whispered, my voice cutting through the space between us. The more the silence dragged on, the more each passing second sharpened the humiliation. “Artavius,” Alpha Elias finally said, his voice carrying a quiet warning. When Artavius still did not move, his father’s tone sharpened. “The moon is nearly at its peak. The marking must be completed beneath the full moon. If you delay any longer and we miss it, the ceremony will have to wait until the next one.”

another elder said, his tone colder still, “entwined in matters far beyond your place. The Alpha’s public rejection only confirms what the whispers have long suggested—that you overstepped. That you sought what was never yours to take.” The words burned, but she held her tongue. Elder Morwen leaned forward, clasping her hands. “There are those who call for your immediate banishment. Others,” her eyes flickered with the faintest smile, “suggest leniency, for the sake of avoiding scandal.” The word *banishment* dropped into the chamber like a stone into deep water. Serena’s breath caught—not because she was afraid of leaving, but because leaving meant severing the last fragile thread between h

The coffee I had made tasted burnt in my mouth as Chicago’s winter air slams into me and it felt like it was personally offended by humans existence. As I dragged myself toward the Reapers training facility, The sky was still dark. Dark! No sport should require consciousness before daylight. I shoved my hands deeper into my coat pockets while glaring at the giant illuminated REAPERS logo above the building entrance like it had ruined my life directly. Which technically it had. My phone buzzed as a message popped from an unknown number. Unknown Number: “You’re late.” I stopped walking immediately jerking in surprise. Excuse me? Who the fuck is this?

He had never met anyone who had such a perfect chest to pierce his rapier with, but by the Cosmos, did he try his damn best to remind himself that it was probably some twelve year old kid high on testosterone. "Why is it still midnight? I swear we've been in this game for a while." V pondered not so rhetorically, huffing as he placed his head against his palms. ".. Permanent night," Erin mumbled. "I don't have bat ears. Speak up," V spoke, laced with petulance. "If you did the bare minimum of reading the menu before signing up, you'd know they kept the battle on night mode to advertise their radioluminescent weapon range and attract sponsors," Erin muttered, just above a whisper.

I snapped at him. "Seems like the don is back." Ronan spoke to grab my attention. "Whatever you like. I have kept 60 percent of shares in almost every deal for you." Arthur replied. "Guide me from tomorrow then." I told him and left the room. I was feeling heavy in my heart. I couldn't take anything anymore. I needed something to distract me badly. I came back to my room and looked through the window blankly. There were no calls or messages from India. It seemed like they had all forgotten me. I looked through the old text messages and photos of us. Me and Ranvijay. There were photos of Arjun, Randhir, Mayabati and many more. Each and every picture had a memory imprinted in me. Did they actu

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.

I felt light—so light I thought I might float up to the ceiling. ​"I don't have a job!" I announced to the table, giggling into my glass. "I don't have a boss. I don't have a... a 'Legacy'!" ​I reached for my phone, which was still face-down on the table. It buzzed again. Another missed call. I didn't even look at the name. I just started laughing, the sound bubbling up until I had to lean on Mateo’s shoulder to stay upright. ​"He’s still calling," I whispered to Mateo, my voice trailing off into a hiccup. "The King is... he’s a lonely little King."