Brum’s P.O.V“Rose.” I called, my hand moving to touch her shoulder but she shook it off and lay there.“Come on. Please, just try.” I said, coaxing her but she did not even reply.“Rose.” I tried again yet she did not respond. She had lost so much weight because she could not keep anything down. I sat back and cursed in my head. I ran my hand through my hair and put the bowl of her favorite soup down. I had thought of everything to try make her eat but nothing worked. She hadn’t kept anything down in over a month.I turned my head to stare at the crib where Hugo lay. I blinked the foreign emotions away. As much as I was attached to the kid, I didn’t know how I got myself in this situation. I had been trying to help Rose and her parents but in the end, Rose’s parents left her to me and she was….she was wilting. And because of that, Hugo was also not doing well. Since the pregnancy, Rose was overly sick. She could not eat anything at all which led to her not being able to produce milk
“Vex, take down that case.” I shot out. “What are you doing Ziss?” Vex asked, still shaken from Brum finding us in bed together. “I am going home.” I said, pulling my gold case and hell it was heavy. “Calm down Ziss, he is probably pissed because he thought we were doing something.” Vex tried to reason but I was not hearing it. “Vex, the owners of this room want to use it, please hurry.” I shot out, straightening up only to huff. Brum now knew I was pregnant. He left, he could care less. I was leaving. I was going home to Flavia and Dante. “The audacity to bring that, that skank’s child here.” I poured out, pointing at air only to bend again and try pulling the case. “What is a skank? Rose has gone through a lot, she is not a skank, whatever that is.” “Shut up Vex, just shut up and agree to everything I am saying. Whose side are you on?” I warned him with him shrugging while leaning on the counter. “How will you carry all these cases? Even if I take you to the vampire kingdom
Brum’s P.O.VRose is dead, Rose is dead, Rose is dead. I could hear myself breathing loudly. I ran my hands rough through my hair and nearly ripped each strand from it’s root. I was pacing back and forth, the sound of distant voices and a thousand incoherent thoughts echoing through my head.How was it possible? I had left her….she had just been laying there.A distant call resonated through my mind but like everything else, it fell into the cacophony of noise and drifted off to an incoherent noise.I'd left her lying there, on the bed. I blinked and the image of her wrapped in covers came to me but as I blinked again the horror I was in confronted me. There was blood everywhere. The walls were splattered with it like a macabre piece of amateur art. The flooring was dotted with it, a clear sign of Rose fighting back. Her claw marks were accompanied with splatters of red, as if the person had been clawing or cutting into her as they dragged her. My mind had depicted an image of it’
Ziss’s P.O.V ‘Hello sister,’ ‘Hello sister,’ ‘Hello Sister.’ Pure dread coursed through my body. A part of me wanted to believe it was a fever dream. The image of my brother staring back at me in the mirror struck me still. I could feel myself start to tremble. I could hear my whimpers, heaving hard. I was trying to pull out of the hole I had seemed to have fallen into but I could not. Everything was blurry, like drowning in the sea but never dying, just enduring the pain with no relief. I fought, God, I fought but I could not escape. In my head I was screaming and roaring. I was screaming for someone to help me but it was like screaming in a four-walled prison cell, just your voice bouncing back to you. I could feel my body shake. I tried thinking back to the closet, trying to recall what my brother did to me but I could not recall it no matter how hard I tried. I tried to break free from the mental bounds that held me but it just wore me down. My inner cries only gave me the st
Flavia’s P.O.VThe sixth day of the week was my favorite day. The sixth day of the week was family day. No work, nothing but spending time as a people and as a family. The sixth day was also what I called ‘Kicking Dante’s ass’ day.The field was set, all players in place and it was game time. Kaida and Kyde flew on the sides of the field, ready for the game to start. My little nightmare, Kia lay on a blanket at a safer distance from the field with a few of the ladies watching over him. I was sure he was all grins. The little terror loved female attention.All the teams were ready and I could not help but lick my lips as my gaze fell on Dante. He looked good enough to eat and it took everything in me to not push him to the ground and ride that face. He wore his shorts with a baggy, rugged sleeveless vest which looked like Kaida and Kyde tore it apart with their sharp teeth. A smirk was on my face of course, I was about to make the man eat dirt. I loved my soulmate but when it came to w
It’s so easy to get wrapped up in your world and forget the other world that exists beyond your comfort. My eyes stared in awe as we gazed into the forest. The children were ecstatic, their eyes mirroring my own as they took in the world beyond our kingdom. Nighttime fell and the real magic began. Insects Dante called ‘fireflies’ lit up all around us, setting about a glowing path as if welcoming us to their land. Kia and I gasped out in pure admiration. Kia had literally cried his way out of his father’s cloak the second we stepped out of our territory. I swear the child had magic in him. He never cried even once after that. He was cooing and giggling as he took everything in with his large round eyes. The dragon twins were awestruck themselves, flying over us, mesmerized by the beauty of it all. I wished we could turn our trip to an adventure. I wished we could linger longer and find cool spots, camp out, but we could not. The closer we approached the werewolf kingdom, the surer I wa
We passed Gary and Marshal halfway home. They immediately turned and read between the lines, running after us as we breezed passed them again. No one talked, there was no more sightseeing or adventuring with the children. My mind was set on the dragon kingdom and I knew Dante was already making plans on how we would sneak in. I was planning each and every strike I would make on that vile beast, Uther. I could already see myself nailing him to a rock before flaying his skin off. I'd keep him alive only because I knew Ziss would want to deal with him herself. I did not even want to think of what they had done to her already. The only comfort came from knowing she was now immortal so they couldn’t kill her, right? I shook my head, the pain squeezing my heart and leaving my chest aching. I wished I could teleport there. The road there seemed to grow longer and we did not waste time when we got back home. I unlocked the doors, running to the kid’s room to give Kia a bath. His screams boun
We reached Mount Zion in record time. It was fifty thousand feet, rugged, yet Dante ran up it as if it was flat land. I kept thinking we would fall but he kept going even when the harsh winds began drifting through. We were not on dragon territory yet but we would be able to see in especially with our sharp vision. It took hours to reach the top and when we did, Dante lowered me down. His eyes already scanned through the land. We lay down on our stomachs, looking at the royal village. It was just past morning, people doing their chores yet something was very very wrong. I had a bad feeling about this. We would walk in blind and anything could happen but it is a chance we would take. “Should we start at his village?” I asked. “No. They would have seen what he sent to us by now and apprehended him. He is in the royal village, if he is still alive anyway.” Dante said back coldly, turning around. “He is alive, Dante. He is. Don’t give up hope yet.” I took a deep breath, hoping he was.