It was already midnight. In the dimly lit room stood a beautiful woman. The night's cool breeze blew gently on the translucent white curtains. The room was that of an abandoned house, made of wood. A man burst into the room, panting and gasping for air as he dropped to his knees before her. "My lady, I was found out. They killed the other spies. I .... failed you!" The woman looked at the man with disgust in her eyes. "You useless creature! What did I ever trained you for!?""My lady," the man's lips trembled as he spoke," I'm willing to do anything for you! I will correct my mistakes and make you satisfied.""Satisfied?" She scoffed," The only thing that can make me satisfied is your death!" In a flash, she waved her arm arm in front of the man. He collapsed before her. "Useless creature," her fingernails were dripping blood. Two servants came and dragged the lifeless body away. There was still a pool of fresh blood on the ground. Another man, dressed in black entered the room. He b

Mighell got more and more suspicious even if he didn't want to. His mind began to generate all kinds of thoughts. That item that Daemon hid away looked like ......No! It can't be! Impossible! How in the world is he even having it? He quickly shook off his thoughts as Daemon turned to face him. "Sir," he gave him a slight bow. "Are the horses fed?" He asked without looking at Mighell. He had an indifferent arrogant look. "Yes, sir. All fed and given water," Mighell answered. "I want to explore this Land Of Shadows And Darkness. I wonder why the world feared this place that much!" Daemon clenched his fists. He thought that if he could be the world's most feared and wicked man, he would achieve his goals. But it doesn't seemed to work and instead of getting motivated to compete against others for powers (against Gregory or the Dark Lord) he actually felt tired and exhausted and stressed. He wasn't keeping up well with the evil title everyone in the capital gave him. Mighell saddled

Victoria was set free and the guards didn't even bothered to show her the door. How rude! She thought. "First, you kidnapped me here. Second, you made me sleep with a stranger! Third, you released me, realising it was mistake. And now you won't even show me the way out of this horrendous maze!" She grumbled under her breath. They had given her new clothes to wear, and much to her dislike, the dress revealed too much of her cleavage and shoulders, had long sleeves and frilly skirt that dragged on the floor. Her ample boobs looked like they could popped out any minute and she didn't like that feeling. All those hungry ravenous men's eyes would be on her. Although she looked grand, Victoria didn't like the style and design. It made it difficult for her to run or escape in times of emergency. She walked through a long hall with weird statues of distorted figures on each side. They were really terrible looking! With sharp teeth, extra arms, legs and tails, Victoria concluded that these w

Victoria wore the maid's clothes, tied the poor girl up and gagged her. She slipped out right under the Blue Marquis's nose and walked through the hall. She headed towards the pharmacy and turned the knob. It was open. Okayyy ..... To be honest, Victoria had no experience with medicine or poison. Just take whatever you can find and shove it down his throat! Her inner voice yelled at her. She was hesitating in the face of thousands of bottles. Unfortunately for her, she was unable to read the labels. They were in a foreign language. The room was big and wide. The smell of medicine and some other scents mixed together made the room stinked. She hates the smell. "Hey! Are you ready? What's taking so long in there!?" From out of pharmacy, in the hall, she heard the Blue Marquis called out towards the direction of the toilet. Oh dear! She better get out of here quickly in case he barge into the toilet. "Are you there!? Why are you so quiet!?" He called again with suspicious rising in

Harvey decided to take a stroll outside to help himself think better and to stretch his muscles. He didn't know what Jacinda was planning or what evil intentions she might have. And how did she know about his past? How in the world did she know what he had wanted, craved for many years? Could she read minds? No, he thought it impossible. She can't read minds. She's not Elijah. This woman was hard to guess and hard to read. Perhaps she had been doing or collecting information about him. What a scheming smart woman. He would have taken his hats off for her. The moment he set foot outside, a rush of fresh air hit his lungs with a pang. He didn't know he'd been inside his palace for so long that he forgotten the sweet scent of fresh air. He inhaled the sweet air, letting his shoulders lose, relaxing his body. The Dark Forest was the quietest forest to him. It wasn't far from his palace and hardly anyone passed through it. People had been scared off by its rumours of ghosts, man-eating