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His Mate's Silent Cry The Story Of The Devil
[PLEASE NOTE: il trono è distrutto> The throne is destroyed] •••Their eyes were protruding at every step he made. The air around them was becoming heavier and heavier, and none of the three individuals was able to inhale the fresh air without difficulties. "I shall begin with the story and none of you is advised to interrupt!" Liam guffawed as soon as he ensured to have settled himself on his 'throne'. After a pregnant pause, Liam cleared his throat with a smirk. "Once upon a time, there were three famished wolves— brown, black and white. The three famished wolves were lost in a forest, unknown. As they were searching for their way, they unconsciously stumbled upon a tulip that was happily glowing— and with the wind blowing, it swayed and whispered a hissing secret of power, truth and sovereignty. A secret that included all those missing things the GREEDY WOLVES required." Liam said in a murmuring deep voice that slightly sent a wave of fear at Sir Bernard's system. Liam's eyes
His Mate's Silent Cry Let me see into you, Amethyst
"You Were Dauntless. Demons have even praised your name but here, you are falling into an abyss of lust. I shall Remind You Of Your Deeds, for I am your rival!" •••[Note, Tóso leptó> so delicate]"You knew about my presence before finding me, didn't you?" Amethyst asked, keeping a distance of 5 meters away from her visitor, who was looking at her with curiosity. "As I have said before, I live with your memories haunting my soul…of course, I have known about you!" Melpomene smiled at Amethyst only after crossing her hands on her bosom. She shuffled around the room without uttering much and secretly kept studying Amethyst. "Someone like you always got what they wanted, but now…everything has changed." In a murmur, Melpomene said as she ran her hand on the glass ornaments placed on the small table next to Amethyst's bed. Confused, Amethyst's forehead frowned as her eyes followed Melpomene whenever she moved. "What are you imply…" "You are confused and angry, how can a person so no
His Mate's Silent Cry Evil sleeps in YOU, Wake Up!
As if sensing the agony and the rage overwhelming the daughter of Oceans, the weather began to alter— from calm conditions to destructive conditions in just a blink of an eye. A flash of light discharged between the ugly, puffy yet scary clouds that were beginning to cover the sky— shocking the residents of both Ombersley and Droitwitch— for they menacingly hovered over the skies with tension. Inside Amethyst's bedchamber, in Castle Ephraim, is Melpomene who was convulsing, with regret that was victoriously consuming the chambers of her soul. "Thunder…" Melpomene whispered through her gnashed teeth whilst she slowly withdrew her hands from Amethyst's face— Amethyst; who at the same time clasped her hands on Melpomene's shuddering hands, asking for more revision of her memory— that last memory. Thunder rumbled with newfound rage, while a gusty wind hissed through the earth's surface. Lightning instantly followed by piercing on the green pastures, burning them alive. A waterfall o
His Mate's Silent Cry The Silhouettes of DARKNESS: I found the truth!
AMETHYST'S POV:The tiny droplets of rain were loudly pouring on the roof— stealthily intruding into my dark wonderland. A heavy, warm and grey woollen blanket was carefully put on my slim body, resting its weight on me. It victoriously hindered me from turning on my right without a good fight. My head was buzzing and aching as if it was pleading with me to stay still on the bed. It felt like somebody had thrown something heavy on my head. With that thought, I instantly squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to recall what had taken place the day before, but unfortunately, my mind was long blocked. There were no memories of events that occurred yesterday. Thoughts began to swirl around my head, encouraging my shuddering, sweating hands to violently clutch my hair. The buzzing started to become loud— the pain was excruciating and it felt like my brain was being pulled out of its rightful place. "Drink this, to isolate the pain from your subconscious mind!" Liam's voice rang in my head, s
His Mate's Silent Cry Let's be the rulers of the Dark!
ALL OF US NEED LOVE!Overwhelmed by darkness as always, the Dark Castle was built alone on the highest mountain, away from the rest of the world. Lonely at the top, the rain did not dare to infuse the feeling of melancholy rather lightning pierced through the clouds only a few times. Deep, in the ancient walls of the gothic building, was Mauve who was pouring a reddish liquid on a silver goblet. "Don't deny it, my love. You will feel better in a few days…Prince Dwight would be surprised to have you in the council…!" In a dulcet voice, Mauve advised Lord Rafael who was lying silently on his king-sized bed, covered in velvet bedding sheets. "Don't…don't make yourself…t-t-the lady of the hou…!" Lord Rafael fished the words out in an acidic voice that was soon to be gravelly. Hearing the words she least expected from her "lover", Mauve's face twitched with visible rage that she instantly covered with a smile after turning her features at Lord Rafael. Her long-nailed fingers tightened
His Mate's Silent Cry ADOLPHUS: I Will Destroy You
56. The day dawned crisp and clear. The sun was already high and the light of dawn seeped into Sir Bernard's bedchamber. Thrushes were merrily jumping up and down. They elegantly flapped their wings— dancing to the soft, soothing song that was being sung by the wind, on the spacious balcony. The event was gladly taking place not far from where Sir Bernard was quietly seated as he took a small mouthful of honey iced tea at a time. His uneven right hand with many furrows was carefully studying the uniqueness of the black-coloured locket, which had Levi's blooming face on the right and his middle-aged, smiley face on the left. "Now we both know what his goal is…destroy Castle Ephraim!" Sir Bernard silently mumbled and instantly said inaudible airs after he heard tottering footsteps on the corridor. His hands promptly covered the locket and put it back on the inside of his coat's pocket. The tottering footsteps quietened down and slowed their pace as soon as the owner approached his
His Mate's Silent Cry You Will Reap What You Sow!
Huge, dusty wheels of a red, lavish-designed carriage rattled past the looming figure of an overwhelmed Amethyst by rage. Above her was the sun that was spreading its heat that was excruciatingly hot, over the beings of Droitwitch. Amethyst's eyes were nervously darting across the busy streets to and fro the empty corners of every street she stalked past. The golden fingers of the red eye above the sky cast their rays across the tiny village— creating mysterious shadows. "If only I knew…!" •••[AN HOUR EARLIER] "I'm not in love…the word itself makes me cringe!" Amethyst huffed as her black boots throbbed out of her chambers. Her tiny figure instantly shivered shortly after a scene where Liam and Elizabeth were sharing a passionate moment. Her teeth clenched as both of her hands formed fists. "I don't know why they haven't left yet!" A voice of an unknown individual whispered, intruding into Amethyst's journey out of Castle Ephraim. Silently rummaging for the owner of the voice,
His Mate's Silent Cry MALBONTE: I'm coming, father!
["MALBONTE IS CALLING YOU, MY LOVE. HOLD YOUR HORNED-HEAD HIGH AND OBEY. ALL DEVILS AND DEMONS IN THE DARK ARE AT DAGGERS DRAWN— LET HIM LEAD YOU A PRETTY DANCE AND YOU SHALL WIN!"] •••AMETHYST'S POV: "You are confused and angry. How can a person so notorious as you become weak in a blink of an eye?" Those were the utters Melpomene said to me, on that rainy day, when she showed me hideous memories of mine. Her words still danced in my head— every inch of my body was embraced by indignation. No matter how much I tried to embrace the pain, the hate never seem to fade away— everyone calls me weak whenever they feel like it. As for Circe, she is better off under the ground. I will never forgive her, nor will I ever resume finding her. After a long walk through the forest of Soul Eater, I found myself standing five minutes away from an old, thatched cottage that was built alongside a hissing lake. Mountain poppies were in full bloom in the verbena, on the porch. Birds were flying
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