We do not choose our destiny, sometimes it comes knocking on our doors and we have no option but to open the doors for it. A young boy who grew up loving his father and admired him for who he was. The bond between the boy and his father grew stronger after his mother left home because she believed his father did not have much time for her, and he was found present in almost all the brothels that the bubbling city of Helores had to offer. This boy once asked his father why his mother always cried at night and he said"My boy, imagine how it would feel like to eat a single specific food for the rest of your life, How would you feel?""Angry and I will get tired of the food Father" "That is what your mother wants me to be doing for the rest of my life" the father had answered. Since then, the young boy felt no pity towards his mother every time he heard her late at night wailing as she waited for her husband to come home. She would smell other women's colognes on his body but wouldn't d
Turstin had walked up to see Amelia, she was still on a bed resting, everyone was curious to know if her baby would survive. The Physician had told them that baby was still in there but she was not sure the baby was still alive she had concluded with a "Time will tell" Sorren, Cole and Turstin had vowed to take down Joe because he was the reason for all that had transpired. A few days after, Sorren and Turstin had finally found Joe, they wondered how he came lurking into Helores. His days were finally over, they thought "Don’t lie to you animal” Sorren Shouted at the man’s face. “You were their informer, and you better confess, because I want to hear the words from your mouth” He cupped his face up. A slap landed on the man. “Take a break” Turstin pulled Sorren off the man“What's your name?” Turstin smiled. “Jo... Joe is my name, my Alpha lord” “It's your grace you imbecile” Sorren shouted from the end of the room. “Look at me... Are you the one that informed Adelard about Amel
Amelia was still in the dark not knowing what was the faith of her baby, butTurstin had been there for her all this while and she realized that she cared so much for Turstin, she did. Amelia thought about how she couldn't afford to lose him. She believed her happiness lies in his hands, irrespective of all this Lydia's trauma. Amelia was about to go to meet Turstin in his room last night when she saw Lady Lydia knock on his door and later be drawn into his room. She felt heartbroken because she also wanted him beside her. Amelia wanted to sleep and see Turstin beside her. She had made up her mind that she loved him and right now she might be late because she was about to lose him because of destiny. Amelia couldn't help but to wish she had not found out about Karak's princess. Maybe if she had stayed in her room the other day, she would have never known of Lydia"Amelia, you still haven't eaten your food" Belle tapped Amelia's shoulder. Amelia hadn't even noticed her presence. "I a
Turstin and Melnyk had a fall out about Amelia's presence in the palace. Melnyk had said the worst things to his son, in front of Adelard which had provoked Turstin to the core. Turstin decided to visit a place that he had not visited kn a while, which was the pub. Everything wasn't normal and not now when the whole world feels like a burden to his chest. The liquor wasn't helping and not even the voices of the people in the pub. Everybody stared at him before they left and it was beginning to get on his nerves but who really cares, definitely not him and not now when his mind is filled with many more pressing issues. Turstin knew what he must do but for now, the bottle in his hand was much more appealing. "One more please" he yelled in between his vocals"Yes my Alpha" The bartender andwered The night was as shameful as his present state. Even lifting his legs was more painful than having a father who chose not to have any empathy towards another specie, the moon gave him unnecess
"You can emerge, Melnyk, it is safe now, my dear son," his father called out. With the environment calm, Melnyk jumped out from his hiding spot in the barn behind the horses. Seeing the coast was clear, he ran toward his beloved parents. Melnyk could still see the humans riding away from his village. He turned and hurried to his mother and father. Melnyk's mother embraced him and lifted him up. "You know you are always safe when we are around, so do not worry, young one," she reassured Melnyk. He could see the agony written across her beautiful face. Her slender frame caused her to drop Melnyk as he was growing rapidly. "Phew, you are heavy, Melnyk," she sighed. The inquisitive Melnyk had many questions weighing on his mind, frustrated as to why he always had to hide whenever the humans visited. "Why must I run every time the humans come? Why are we afraid of them?" he mustered the courage to ask his father. His average-looking werewolf father's gaze was fixed on his food, his fa
On one of the branches of the Mango tree, that stood a couple of meters from the main building to Frank’s palace was Melnyk’s favourite place in the small castle. He could stay there for hours and win by being bothered by reality. Even though, this curious prince had a lot that lingered on his mind. Melnyk will always ask the big questions like; "why are Werewolves afraid of humans when they are just humans? Why are the werewolf races divided? Among others; that sets the precedent for the rest of his life because he shall dedicate his life to finding the answers to the questions in his head. He made it incumbent on himself that he shall do whatever to promote the dominance of his people. “Melnyk, where are you?” his mother called out, bringing Melnyk back to reality from all his thoughts, through the leaves he could see his mother coming in his direction, looking wary as always. His loving mother had been trying so hard to protect her only Son from the reality of the world he was
It was exactly two weeks since Baku and his father visited Frank. They had made preparations for Frank and his family to come over to Karak. They had a lot to discuss in the beautiful city of Karak. The D-day had finally arrived. Since the last visit Melnyk was excited to the extent sleep dared not to get close to his eyes. The plan was to go to Karak to visit Alpha Lord Haimi but all that lingered in Melnyk’s mind was his friend, Baku. He recalled the heartwarming conversation he had with his friend the last time he visited; the whole conversation was fresh in Melnyk’s retentive memory. He recalled how he spoke about his woes and troubles to his newly found friend, noticing that they lived in a completely different world from his friend. Melnyk recalled what someone had told him about destiny and how everyone has a different life and he should never judge anyone until he walks in their shoes. All that was aside, for what truly mattered to Melnyk Right now was that he just wanted to s
A couple of years later, a lot had changed in both Melnyk and Baku’s lives, Melnyk thought about it, some were good memories, while most were the opposite, the latter side still gave Melnyk sleepless nights, but the top of it all was the passing away of his father. He thought of his father as a great warrior that restricted himself, he saw his father as someone who could conquer the world but choose to conquer only his mother’s heart. Coward wasn’t the best of words to choose while describing his father but Melnyk found himself settling for that even though deep down his heart. He was certain that his father was far from being a coward. Melnyk believed that to describe his father, he will have to find a word that settles between brave and coward, brave because he had tried numerous times to change what his forefathers had spoilt and a coward for he did not try his very best, even though in future he will come to regret ever thinking low of his father. Melnyk came to understand that h