WAYNE.
A good dream and a good sleep was all it took me to awake with good cheer in the morning. I yawned and stretched on the bed, not willing to get up anytime soon. Thankfully, I did not have training to catch up or any book to read so I was entirely free.
I turned on the bed, lying on my side as I stared across at the space where I knew my new cactus friend stood. It was still slanted but I knew it would get better with time. As I tried to slide my legs down the bed, I felt something wet between my legs and my hands moved to check it out, entirely shocked that the crotch of my pants was all soaked and my dick was quite hard.
However, I smiled when I recalled the dream I had last night, it was much better that it felt like a reality to me. Two knocks in a roll came on my door and I was force
WAYNE.I felt her emotions, witnessed her fading pain and overwhelming joy. I could feel what she thought, it seemed like there was a channel transferring her thoughts to me when I had a feeling that she might want a time alone, and now my hands remained in my pockets, my head bowed with a smile plastered on my face as I paced down the stairs.It was such a wonderful feeling when you feel your Mate’s happiness and I intended to keep it this way. I did not want anything that would cause Elspeth pain again so I was now more than determined to make sure that the smile I saw on her expression as she cried would remain as long as I could keep it.I arrived at the third floor and soon found myself in front of the library’s door. I opened it without wasting time and walked to one of the shelves before rummaging through its stack of books.I knew I had found just what I was looking for when I
Whomever that was, a harsh wind came from the blossoming trees in the woods below, causing Damien and I to look hurriedly down the window... We landed at the foot of the Castle, just before the woods, but there was total silence and no one. ͞ WAYNE’S POV It could be just like one of those slow-motion scenes where events go on in a gradual pace and then the unhurried rhythm tunes that, at times, can make you want to cry comes after. Although some of these scenes are rather too annoying and incredibly dawdling to keep on, my current situation certainly was not. With the scent of an unknown lingering presence in what seemed like my dark, four-walled chamber, I could not open my eyes to reality no matter how I tried. Initially, in my head, I was propped up on my bed, peering anxiously into the darkness to see if those imaginary shadow mobs approached me from every possible corner until the half, midnight moon suddenly found its
As I knew him, Lucerne would not just speak so tersely, yet calm when he joked, especially with a hidden restraint in his voice that only I could have figured out, and with the fact that he ignored the matter of a spy to say this. ͞ LUCERNE’S POV I had changed from my nightclothes into a pair of khakis and a brown, sleeved shirt, and then slid my feet into its leather black boots, getting ready as I usually do on some mornings to tend the castle garden. As I turned away from my wardrobe, a knock came on my door and Sage, my handmaid, walked in. She curtsied before me, stretching the neatly folded ash cloak out to me, “my Lord.” “Thank you, Sage,” I acknowledged as I took the cloak from her and wore it on myself. “Get me my toolbox and gloves,” I ordered, and Sage did as I said. She gingerly moved to my drawer and brought out the box filled with my tools for tending to the garden, and then the gloves. I took the latter fr
That moment, I felt nothing, at least that was what I should say since I did not know what to feel or how to react. I just knelt there, my eyes flicking between stiff, cold-blooded Father and the weeping, swaying Lucerne. ͞ WAYNE’S POV Demons-bane remains a no-joke poison to a demon. It was lethal, with no cure, obviously the only thing that can cause even a Demon Lord’s sudden death. Father just revealed the secret that before now, he had this toxic poison running in his veins from several decades ago and I could not stop the gasp that escaped my lips. Lucerne and Damien turned questioningly to me, obviously wanting answers, as they did not have the tiniest idea of what the poison was. I recalled a chapter I read in one of my history books that talked about this herb. I did not take it seriously then; I had immediately concluded that it was just some type of belief associated with a myth and had nothing to do with reality, so I had quickly
I caught a glimpse of Damien's glowing golden eyes before his imprecisely moving hand jabbed my nose…he was hell bent on doing what he pleased. ͞ WAYNE’S POV Although I could not still figure out why the witch suddenly killed my Father, this conversation could be that Damien was up to something. I was sure Lucerne also suspected it because the look on his face did not say otherwise. I stood from the bed and approached Damien, my hands finding their way to his shoulders. “If the witch was, indeed, sent by the Alpha, then it is the more reason for us to be careful and bound to protect the Shore from a worse attack.” “Do not lecture me, Wayne!” Damien snapped and potently shoved my hands off his shoulders. I instantly drew back at his reaction; he was getting furious. “This same witch had been coming to you at night for close to a decade! If you had taken action, maybe we would have avoided all these. Nevertheless, what did you do? Stay calm and
Her body moved swiftly at her disposal despite the form fitting leather Jumpsuit…a familiar scent instantly hit me at her sight… nor could I take a good look at her face because the moment she saw me coming, she took to her heels and dashed into the woods. ͞ WAYNE’S POV I immediately handed the tray back to Anastasia with a divided attention. “Take this to my room! I will be back.” I told Anastasia, the look on her face depicted that she was worried for me, but I gave her an assuring nod, and she took the tray. I then hastened out of the kitchen and headed to the back of the castle. I walked along the Castle flank to the backyard, just before the woods, as the sounds of a combat slowly filled my ears. I confirmed that indeed Damien manipulated the weather, but then there was something more in the sight before me. He fought with someone― a female clad in all-black attire. I did not see her face, but fuck, her form enticed me. Her body m
“Believe me, you know what you are, but you refuse to admit it. Say the word and save the Shore from destruction.” ͞ WAYNE’S POV Throughout that night, I could not sleep. I had the same experience of the former nights coming back to me. I shifted uncomfortably on the bed, yet like other times, I still could not open my eyes, to reality, or speak. Nevertheless, things slowly took a different turn in my head. I laid on the sands of the shore, facing the sky as I watched the stars sparkle in their glory. It was nighttime and I loved it, a smile spreading across my lips like that of a satisfied merchant as the cold wind flushed my skin. My hands were crossed behind my head to support it and my legs were stretched to let my feet touch the cool, silently waving Coral water. I suddenly had an eerie feeling and the hairs on my skin precipitously stood alert as a mighty gust of wind invaded me, not only that, it carried me w
I did not count anything into it until recently, maybe it was really the answer I needed― the answer to what I was. Yet how true could that be, how possible. .? ͞ WAYNE’S POV My stomach reminded me that all I had to eat yesterday was the supposed breakfast that I ended up having as dinner due to my loss of appetite. I got out of bed and stood on my feet. My ankles tingled and my knees ached, but I walked to the door anyway. Opening my door and looking at the two sides of the hallway, I noted how empty it was, which made me realize it could be one to three hours past midnight. Well I had in mind to get a meal from the kitchen, but with my experience just now and the calmness of the castle, I think I should just remain right in my room and endure the hunger. It is not even as if I will eat much if the meal is before me anyway. I locked the door and returned to the comfort of my bed. I did not know what to do, sleep had gone far from me and even