“Do you think this is going to work?” asked Nyka. Now that things were moving forward, her interest was increasing. Would Xikoth actually give that much money for the antidote? She chuckled and then rubbed her hands.
Nyka was enraged that the nymph, a woman lower than her, was tricking her. The portal was created by one of the demons who she had bargained with and it wouldn’t stay for long. She had to get to the nymph, kill her, grab the bag and then come back. Not much time was left.
Xikoth was going back to his chamber. He had just returned from a weeklong battle with Seraph, the King of Eighth realm of Xomor. He longed to see Amelia. It had been days and his possessiveness for her increased by the day. He had been watching her from far. She was so exquisite. Her skin was flawless, had delicate features and curves that were made to fit his hands. She was an angel and he was a… demon. He considered himself undeserved for her. Each night, he stroked himself hard. “Where’s Nyka?” he barked at his guards. The court’s concubine, Nyka, entered wearing nothing but a white silk cloth draped around her body. As soon as she entered, she dropped her cloth on the floor and walked naked to him. She crawled over him and pushed his chest back. “Your Highness,” her fingers brushed his chest. “I love to pleasure you and I am your pet. I will serve you in any way you want me to.” Her hand trailed down and his erection didn’t surprise her. He hissed and closed his eyes as her lips
“The baby was locked in a wooden box and dropped in River Boltou an hour back,” Horme’s tone was nervous. “And there was another attack on the temple of Tesra. They haven’t found the elixir but we need to be cautious. This is the second attack.”His stomach churned as his breath accelerated and anxiety hit him. Only a few knew what that baby meant to him. Born only a month back the child had brought hope in his life, hope to live, hope to love. He was leaning against the edge of the table, reading scrolls – a formula for the elixirs he had been assigned to prepare when Horme relayed his news. Prince Vargauz of Uzgolith gripped the table hard. Slowly, he turned to him.
Rest of the evening passed seeing a few more patients and Amelia drove back to her flat. All she wanted in her life was peace and a place where she would be away from her father and stepmother. For that she had enrolled herself in a medical school far from her hometown. But little did she know that for her post graduation, she had to come back to her town Nianaq, which was located beside River Boltou because this was the only hospital that accepted. She was pursuing PG in General Surgery and had joined the hospital only two months back.Sasha was her roommate, a nurse in making. She was her best friend, confidante, punch bag and like a mother hen when they were in the school together.
Girls dressed as pixies with colored hair or wigs and silvery wings, men and women with painted blue skins in long cloaks, men looking like grim reapers, folks with long pointy ears, white hair, imitating elves, a boy in a peacock mask and golden diadem, laughing women wearing fox clothes, a man with long raven feather cloak, a gaggle of girls with beautiful flowers braided in their hair, men with feathers on their neck and some with large tattered wings. Amelia wasn’t surprised - she was stunned at the spectacle. She was not able to remove her eyes from them. She didn’t ev
“Don’t be crazy!” Sasha said. “You haven’t eaten much after you have come back from your shift.” She walked ahead of them to a long table that filled most of the corner. It was laden with rich food consisting of wines and delectable dishes that made her mouth water as the tendrils of steam wafted through her nose. Chicken, lamb, steaks, various breads, fish, carrots, peas… it was a lavish feast.
Vargauz stared into her eyes and she couldn’t resist staring back at him. The way he looked at her, it was as if he could see through her. He held her hands and danced with her for the next half an hour while maintaining every formal distance he could. Amelia swayed with him, entranced, entrapped and feeling stupid. Why did she feel that the air was thick with magic and smoke and unreasonable attraction? Her heart pounded in her ears.
Amelia rushed to the balcony and gripped the railing tightly, heaving uncontrollably but trying to contain the sounds as best as she could. Moonlight trickled through the oak trees into the balcony providing her with much needed coolness. Her body was drenched in sweat.