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Epilogue: Rise Of A NEW Chapter
Anne Rajput Alright, peeps! Chaitali: The Saga's first part is over here. In the next book, we'll follow the trails of Hybrid Lizzy, an intense romance between the wolves, and the final battle with the witch's slave---AKA DHAIRYA. I'll be preparing for my final exams in the month and the following. Probably the final chapter would commence by mid-August. Till then keep supporting, Keep reading and enjoying. A million thanks for supporting the work Yours Truly
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Chaitali: The Saga begins Prologue
Lizzy's: ‘It’s payment time.’ The fatso creature announced, rubbing his dirty hands all over his chin. A few of his pimples have popped open and the trickle of blood with some fluid is smudged over the place. I grimace in disgust at the sight of the lusty grinning wolf so did the girls behind me. However, none among us does anything except inhale and exhale deep breaths, an exercise that has become part of our lives for some time recently. The sound of cutlery clinking slowly fades away as a wave demanding attention takes over. 'Yeah! Yeah! I 'now. Don't gimme that look, ya rats. Get'n my offi'e. She-wolv's first.' Jared winks at a recent joinery who shuffles behind a feeble-looking wolf. Alas! None could be spared from his predatory eyes–except us. ‘I am going to slap that smirk off his face before we take on those Alphas.’ Julie hisses in my ear, gritting her teeth together so hard, I fear she might powder them in no time. Poor teeth! 'I swear.' She adds afterwards, balling
Chaitali: The Saga begins The Final Strike: Beginning
1| The Final Strike The sky was drizzling slightly, weeping over the demise of one of the most glorious empires in the history of shape-shifters. It had been hours since the clouds had turned grey and started dampening the surface. It was the first rain of the monsoon. The soil was soft and muddy and it had soaked up to her knees. 'Lily epitomes the damsel in distress. Look at the lines of worries on her forehead. Aah, Dash would have surrendered both of his kidneys for innocence.' Sierra blew on her nails, watching the back of Lily who ran deeper into the woods. Her flip-flops slapped against the surface. Her face was sweat-soaked and her breathing came out rugged. 'She is Lily, my best friend and the head maid of the palace.' I chuckled at my miseries. The palace was now crumbled to pieces as thousands of insensible, brain-washed dogs climbed up to the treasures I and my husband, the Emperor, had preserved for years. They were looting every one of my precious possessions, onl
Chaitali: The Saga begins Remunerations in Kind And Consideration
‘I do not have all day, Sarah. Hurry up!’ The screechy voice of my superbly ugly monstrous boss brings me back to the present. It breaks my heart to realise that I have yet to avenge my husband's death and the fall of my country and all the glorious days of unacceptable miseries I have spent in these shabby clothes. It enrages me to accept that it has been more than three years and I have yet to taste my worst enemy’s blood. I am not a blood-sucking Dracula or a distant cousin for that matter, you bitch. Ella hisses irritatingly, piquing me like none other. I ignore her, inhaling and exhaling a couple of times. Have I mentioned I have got a snake garbage for Nagin with whom I share my body 24/7? If not, I have told you now. So, kindly or not, bear with me because we ain’t have a choice. ‘Ya don't wanna gech ya’r sal’ry. I’ee!’ Oh, somebody please, stuff melting lava in his stinking mouth already. I don’t understand how his ten—something mate tolerates him anywhere near them. How ca
Chaitali: The Saga begins Slubberdegullion
The sun has been bidding its adieu. The last flickering rays scatter over the sky in a shade of tangerine with patches of deep crimson tiny bits. The faint outline of a glorious full moon peeps from the heavy cloud, struggling to prove its existence before the stubbornly fierce sun. Still, the careless wind is soothingly freezing. Despite it being a calm day, it does nothing to soothe the raging tornado swirling ferociously within me. My hands are still shivering from the after-effects. What now? The question has been bothering me for more than twelve hours. The faint sensation of a coming headache thrashes my temple. The lack of an answer thereof is riling me up. I am not only restless, I feel instead…well what was it that the birdbrained royal teacher used to address me at every petty mistake. I have endured endless trauma in learning it, I ain’t missing what might be the only chance to use it. It started with F–nope, not the censored words, dirty souls. It went like…flocci
Chaitali: The Saga begins Xiomara
Light. Bright. Shimmering delight. It is all I saw as soon as I stepped in there with Sierra and Lily on their toes, trailing close by. 'Umm…this place is…' Sierra's voice trails off in the background. Her struggle to grasp appropriate vocabulary is evident and so is the nervousness on the surface. There is something about the place that spreads a negatively dark vibe. I cannot exactly put a finger on it but it is there. On the surface, away from the eyes!If we had thought that we had seen it all in the past three years, we have much more to come. There are disgusting truths and unbearable realities that are still there to unfold—stories I have never imagined even in my worst nightmares. But shriek in the walls of Khanum. My newly skilled analytical brain does not take long to examine that all of it can lead us to a dead end. 'There are many more tales of miseries and arm-twisting constraints in the Duong that are being sung in silence, yet the sonnet of Khanum pierces the loud e
Chaitali: The Saga begins The Lad With Double Eyelids
‘Tonight's treat on me.’ Sierra whops flashing her recently acquired wealth under my nose. She twerks her posterior in a way that would have given her late husband, King James, a heart attack and her mother-in-law, I bet, might have drawn a scream so loud, it would have echoed all the way to the Taksh Pack at how unacceptable and inappropriate it has been. I bet the patriarchal charter would have some clause to restrict wiggles of certain body parts concerning females too. I just don’t remember any of it at the moment but there has to be something about it. You would never. Sleeping in the Jurisprudence and General Law classes have its own benefits, your highness. Ella yawns in my head. Damn it! I really don’t get my destiny. How fortunate I am to have a perfectly snarly bitch feasting on dead meat to be my eternal companion. Things do get better for the worse. Isn’t it? ‘You got the bonus. Didn’t you?’ Julie narrows her glittering blue eyes infinitely. For a stranger or onlooker,
Chaitali: The Saga begins The First Encounter
The Phoenix Citadel is where elites eat, treat, party, shop, and relax while they stay in Duong. A magnificent white property near Seoraksan Hill, Phoenix, if not heaven, it is closest to the heaven that the labour class of Duong have. But… ‘I don’t think it’s anything extraordinary to be honest. I think it’s overrated.’ I speak, headless of the audience. ‘In fact, I find remarkable resemblance between this place and the opera house in the northern-region of Cercenoni. You remember the ancient Manor cum museum on the hill?’ I wash my mouth with the vine and wipe the wetness away with a tissue. Stretched over three acres, it is sparkling white with golden rims, a grandeur fountain, and a cluster of imperial palm trees to fence all of its fronts. It’s a niche, vandalising expensive, and has been a dream destination for staff of Khanum like us. And if I’d be honest, I have never imagined myself sitting in this regal estate if it were not for Sierra’s treat for the time being. It
Chaitali: The Saga begins Ibhaan De Escalade
I’m fucked. Freaking screwed! Hurry, Code Yellow. Code Yellow everyone. I send the message and impatiently wait for the reply while tapping the footpath with my toe. I sneak glances at Ishit’s back and heave a breath I did not know I am holding. Fortunately, I do not have to wait for long. My phone pings an incoming text almost instantly. With a peep at the screen, I find it to be from Sierra—my saviour who does not wear underwear on top of her polka dot pyjamas. She wears it in the manner it should with no quilt tied around her neck. Sup Bitch? It reads. Yeah, what are you up to? Getting laid already? He isn’t using protection? Want to marry you off already? Wolves are super clingy, I am telling you. Julie rambles unfiltered. Honestly, I expect as much from her. She is sort of an over-enthusiastic overthinker type. Before I could answer, another text pops in. I told you to invest in some undergarments and a SHOWER! Now he will see your Doraemon undies and think you are a freakin
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