The wind howled fiercely.The bitter cold seeps into my bones as I lie in the snow beside my father's lifeless body. The world around me is silent, save for the mournful howl of the wind as it whips through the barren trees. I can feel the weight of exhaustion pressing down upon me, dragging me deeper into the icy embrace of despair. My father lies beside me, his once vibrant eyes now dulled by the chill of death. His face is peaceful, as if he is merely sleeping, but I know the truth – he is gone, lost to me forever. Tears freeze on my cheeks as I reach out to touch his cold, lifeless hand, longing for just a moment more in his comforting presence. But there is no warmth left to be found in this desolate landscape, no solace to be gleaned from the endless expanse of white. I am tired, so very tired, of fighting against a world that seems determined to crush me beneath its weight. The pain of loss weighs heavy on my heart, threatening to consume me whole.I close my
“As you all know, our beloved alpha is gone.” “ It's tragic my dear friends.” “He was immortal, but the life he had was never his. When the time came he had to give it back. Sorrowful tale my dear friends.” Eugene addressed the crowd. My new powers could see through people. Eugene, the usurper and brother of the late alpha, is a figure shrouded in darkness and deception. Tall and imposing, with a commanding presence that demands attention, he carries himself with an air of arrogance and entitlement. His features are sharp and angular, with piercing eyes that gleam with a cunning intelligence. His gaze is cold and calculating, betraying the depths of his ambition and the lengths to which he will go to achieve his goals. Eugene's demeanour is as cold as the winter wind that sweeps through the forest, his words dripping with honeyed lies and false promises. He moves through the pack with the stealth of a predator, his every action calculated to further his own agenda and so
As I approach the looming silhouette of the vampire castle, its ancient stone walls rise defiantly against the backdrop of the moonlit sky. The air is thick with a sense of foreboding, yet I am undeterred, my steps echoing against the cobblestone path leading to the imposing gates. Towering spires pierce the darkness, their jagged edges reaching towards the heavens like claws of some long-forgotten beast. Despite the chilling atmosphere, I am unafraid, my curiosity driving me forward into the heart of the legendary fortress. As I pass through the grand entrance, the shadows seem to dance around me, whispering tales of centuries past. Though the castle may hold secrets untold and dangers unseen, I am resolute, and ready to kill. My black cape swayed with the wind as I walked into the castle leisurely like it was my playground. I was no primordial, but I possessed a power so strong that I found it hard to keep under control at times. “Cease her!!!!.” A vampire screamed. They all came a
The snow blew fiercely against my skin as I made my way through. As I step into the snow, the crisp air fills my lungs, and the snow crunches beneath my boots with each careful step. Flakes twirl lazily around me, catching the light like specks of dancing stardust. The world seems hushed, as if nature itself is holding its breath in reverence of this serene moment. With each step, I leave behind a trail of footprints, a fleeting testament to my journey through this pristine landscape. Despite the cold, there's a warmth in my heart, and a little bit of suspicion something had happened. The weather was unusual. Winter had passed, it was spring. I was here again. I was back in Lycester it sucked . Lycester was a place I never wished to set foot again. The ground was threatening to swallow my boots. Pretty soon, I got to the outskirts of Lycester. I accidentally trampled on a branch and it snapped. The crack reverberated the mountain. A cave entrance stood out on the mounta
“Why did you do it?” He asked her. Her speech was slurred, her voice was faint as she struggled to breathe. “I…I don't know.” She coughed, blood spilled from her mouth. “Maybe it's the guilt I feel.” She replied sadly. I watched her slowly breathe her last. She was gone. Seeing her defeated, Ava escaped like she always does. Amelia wore no expression. Amelia's heart raced as the realization of what she had done sank in. Shocked, she staggered back, her breath catching in her throat. Her hands trembled as she looked down at Morgana's lifeless body, a mix of horror and disbelief contorting her features. Tears welled in her eyes as the weight of her actions settled heavily upon her. She had never intended for things to go this far, and now, she was left to grapple with the consequences of her terrible mistake. Her hate for me and her desire for revenge had cost her best friend's life. “Morgana.” She called out in a teary voice, walking close to Morgana's corpse. Her ey
As the darkness fades, I feel a gentle warmth spreading across the horizon, painting the sky with delicate hues of pink and gold. The world slowly awakens around me, as if emerging from a peaceful slumber. Each ray of light dances gracefully, casting long shadows and breathing life into every corner it touches. In this serene moment, I am filled with a sense of renewal and hope, as if anything is possible in the gentle embrace of the dawn. It gave way to the glorious sunrays which cast it's warm glow in the cave. I stood up to get a better view of the sunrise. As the warm breeze rustles through the cave entrance, I can't help but drift back to those carefree days of my childhood. I remember the laughter echoing across the meadows, mingling with the sweet scent of wildflowers. Dad's hand, rough yet gentle, clasped firmly in mine as we explored every hidden corner of our sanctuary. The tall grass swaying in rhythm with our footsteps, a symphony of nature's melody enveloping us in it
As I arrived at Aunt Maya's house, excitement bubbled within me, eager to catch up with her. However, when the servants informed me that she wasn't home, a sense of disappointment crept in. Determined not to waste the visit, I decided to make myself comfortable in her bedroom while I waited for her return.Entering Aunt Maya's bedroom felt like stepping into a sanctuary of tranquility. The soft scent of lavender filled the air, and sunlight streamed through the lace curtains, casting delicate patterns on the floor. I settled onto the plush armchair by the window, the soft cushions enveloping me as I gazed out at the peaceful garden below.But as the minutes ticked by, impatience gnawed at me. I couldn't simply sit idly by while Aunt Maya was away. My eyes wandered around the room, searching for something to occupy my time.That's when I noticed it—the tapestry hanging on the far wall, its intricate design drawing me in like a magnet. Curiosity piqued, I crossed the room and ran my fin
“Shortly after , I took in and I gave birth to you. But the pack did not accept us. Everyone said I was a human and your father was out of his senses for marking me as his mate. He had to renounce his rank and become an Omega for my sake. He didn't care, as long as we were happy . But my happiness was short-lived. A storm was brewing up and I had no idea about it, until it was too late. When you clocked five, my friend Gaya died, leaving her ten years old son behind. Her suicide note said she was fed up. Afraid of losing your father's loyalty to his court, the alpha sent me a threat letter to spill the mysteries surrounding his wife's death. He said I should know better. I was her only friend. He had doubts about Derrick's paternity, he believed his wife had been unfaithful. There were times I saved Derrick from his father's gruesome tortures and merciless clutches. I didn't want your father to get in trouble or fight for me so I said nothing about the