Ayden was shocked about the tunnel he was staring at, right inside the garden he had always been at for so long. Who on earth dug that there?'What if it was a trick by someone to get him implicated again?' his mind questioned suspiciously, but staring right at the tunnel that could lead to somewhere was so tempting. He wanted to close the lid back, arrange it smoothly and turn to leave like he had seen nothing. Nevertheless, he jumped right into the tunnel to see just where, he could land his feet safely on. As he walked down down the narrow and dark tunnel which got darker, he began to regret why he had taken the risky trip into where he had never been to before. His entirety was quaking in great fear with each step he took, as he continued to walk down the dark lane until he reached the end of the tunnel. Already scared that he could be trapped in, probably forever. He saw another opening at the end of the narrow tunnel, which he could see through the rays of light from the
Ayden who was so startled that he had seen someone, just right after he turned to the part that leads next after the tunnel had stopped on his tracks. The person was squatting with his or her back faced to his own direction, dressed in a combination of weird clothing. It made it difficult to differentiate which gender was wearing the cloth. He wondered in his mind what the person could be doing there at that particular time, and had not taken his time to observe when his slightly shaken voice demanded, "Who are you?!" But he ended up getting a blow across the face while he had let his guards down, for his sudden fear of getting caught. Ayden sat down on a sturdy rock he had found around, as he nursed the pain the sneaky person he did not seen had caused him. But he had been hit by someone for the first time in his life, without a reasonable reason to give for such actions. What a life it sure was. The day was going smoothly and perfectly planned, he was not going to let a spo
Under the thick covers was Ayden collapsed like a prawn, and shuddering badly like his bones were going to contort anytime soon.He continued to sniffle consistently, as he flinched delicately on the bed he was laying on. He truly loathed what was happening in his body system, and how things were escalating just because he sneaked out. 'Was he paying for the price of his noncompliance and hardheadedness? Was the cold going to kill him?' were the thoughts that kept reoccurring in his head. He wondered if no one would come even if he does not eventually go for dinner, and allow him to die, cold and desolate under the covers. The downpour had not halted still and blew fiercely against the shut window, making the situation seem like Ayden would not get better any soon. He thought his ears were doing the tricks when he heard a thump on the entryway. It was almost impossible for someone to come to his room after that time, because he had said he hated seeing anyone come to intrude his
The ambience at the palace had gone back to normal, no one was grinning than their normal self. The princesses were being their usual pretty show off, Elliott being an all choice to the many young ladies of high class who had not gotten a mate, and that would desperately like to get married to the Alpha prince. Who would not like to form an alliance with the wealthy royal family? While Zachary was going around in his usual self, with his many pretty friends that he always spent most of his time with. Many of the friends he was always about with, never knew his true identity. And it would probably be like that, until they ever got to attend an event at the palace and see him. He had wondered many times, how the shocked expressions on their faces would be. He had thought of it many times that if he ever got a mate, he would never let her live in the palace with the royal family. He often had thoughts of the pet names they would call each other, and the number of children she woul
In the palace's huge meeting room was the king, his officials and the elders, sitting around a huge table which had stacks of written books on them. The situation at hand was pretty serious that it had everyone, in their serious mindedness thinking about the solution to tackle with. It was a matter about the rouges that had been disturbing the peace, of both wolves and elves in the village consistently. "Are those rouges not wolves that lost their identity, and have either been kicked out of their pack or left on their own free will?" One of the official, Lucia asked. She was an half wolf and half elf, but she had more of the elf blood running through her veins. "Yes, they are. And they are being a huge nuisance to the people right now," Xavier, an omega answered her. "Then we can just stop this problem by making sure no wolf is kicked out of the park right?" She said again cluelessly. Lucia had just joined the team after her father died, and knew not too much about the sovereign
One of the werewolves suddenly raised its sharp claws, and lunged aggressively towards her. Azalea who had made some calculative moves in her head, immediately swerved to the right near the window. She darted the sharp knife she had used to sharpen the needles earlier in the day, straight to the belly of one of the two rouges which still stood at the back. The unaware wolf who had the knife in its stomach cried out in pain, slightly distracting especially the one that was already prepared to attack. By swift seconds, she knocked open the closed window in one blow and jumped out immediately. Into the rain, she ran frantically for her dear life having no doubt that they would not follow her. They were like wild hunting dogs that would chase mercilessly for their preys. Still they had no identity anymore; they were feral. As she ran in the blinding rain, she wondered how fast she would run, that would make them not catch up with her. The heavy downpour too might have watched ever
Many months later......"The water is too hot!" Coral screamed, knocking over the bowl of water placed in her front for her to soak her two feet in. The water splattered everywhere, burning Azalea's kneel slightly because of the manner at which it had fallen."Can you see? My room is covered in water now you sheep!" She yelled again and kicked her legs at Azalea, who was trying to mop the water quickly off the floor and had dodged it immediately. That action aggravated Coral again as she glared at the maid, who remain flinty-eyed no matter what they did or said to her. It was like she was emotionless and icy cold, and never seemed to mind anything that ever happened. "Get out of this place now with your ugly looks," Coral ordered and sneered, before turning to lie on her bed. She just hated the maid that served her for every reason, in the way she walked, talked and served. Everything! The thought of the day when one of her friends had made a remark about the new maid, her flawless
The week had been good for Azalea because of the common interest of books, she shared with Hendrix. They often talked about the books they've read, how fast they did and how well they could remember everything they have read, with Azalea always taking the lead all the time. They also did quite a number of quiz too with Azalea always taking the lead too. It was quite fun.Hendrix was really amazed at her great intelligence, and ability to understand things she was taught very fast. He began to grow a fondness for her. "Why have you been going to the library too often?" Coral asked suspiciously with a crease on her eyebrows. There was so much irritation in the manner at which she asked. She could not stand Azalea having the slightest chance, to be entangled with her brother in anyway."As time passes cleaning the books, I see more of them being damaged by moist. So, i rearrange them to where they can get sunlight," Azalea replied with a straight face. "I think, I see you around my bro