They stepped into a part of the cave and a curtain was swept aside gently for them to see the Channeller. Alaris stopped in his tracks, his eyes filled with a sense of familiarity. “You,” he said. The light skinned woman that was lying on the bed looked up at him. Her eyes were deep into their sockets and her skin seemed too light to cover her bones entirely away. Her sickness must be grave. That made Belladonna worried about her abilities, but now with Alaris words, that wasn't the only thing she was curious about. Who was this woman to Alaris? He seemed to know her?“Mother?” The word was a light whisper, there was doubt etched in there somewhere but there was the person presently in front of him that was putting that doubt at a conflict. With the help of Leader Tyrek, she sat up on the bed and she blinked. A gentle smile caressed her lips as she focused on Alaris. “I have no children.”“You look like my mother. An older version of her.” “You must be speaking of my twin sist
“No—” she heard Alaris object to it but it was too late. Something surged straight through her hand, from right right where their hands were in contact. She could feel the strange presence move through her, until it went to her head and she felt it fit into her mind. An odd presence; an added weight. When it was over, she opened her eyes.“Is it done then? You will show me the way.” The Channeler smiled broadly. “Of course. Just go to the Castle and I will guide you.” She nodded, then she stepped out of that section of the cave and headed back to the section they were in before. She could hear Alaris' displeased voice, sharp and filled with anger as he spoke to the Chaneller. She knew this would happen. It was for this reason that she left immediately.Belladonna felt light on her feet. She couldn't tell if it was from hunger or from the possession she had just consented to. Her head felt heavier than ever before. It seemed the presence of a sick Chaneller was greater than the
Lycan’s Realm.Aniya couldn't tell how much time had gone by but she knew it wasn't much. A couple of days maybe, but that was as all that there was to it. However, that didn't make her feel at ease at all. Arlo was doing so much better now and for that she was happy, but that still didn't get rid of her fears. Aniya knew that she was not accepted here, and she was constantly afraid of her food getting poisoned or someone attacking her and Arlo in their sleep; not that she got much sleep to begin with. She also hadn't seen Ikrus since her first day here.She didn't know how to feel about that. He was the only one she knew here, besides Oana - her new friend, at least that was what she called herself.She heaved a sigh as she paced around the room, patting Arlo's back to sleep. Aniya missed her family. She wanted to leave, this place wasn't for her nor was it for Arlo. She needed to get them out of here as soon as possible. There were no real plans in her head and she couldn't tell
Her body remained tense as she waited for him to drive his teeth into her neck and rip it apart; waited for him to give her that pain once again. She could already feel unconsciousness spreading around the edges of her heart. It was hard to breathe. With bated breath she waited for death, her fingers digging into the bed spread, her hands tight around Arlo. How could he be sleeping so soundly in a moment like this?Thump! Thump! Thump!But the bite she was waiting for never came. Instead, his nose rubbed against her skin and his tongue glided over her neck. Protest was at the tip of her tongue but the feeling that spread through her, from the depth of her stomach at this contact, was something completely different. Something she had never felt before. She shuddered slightly and a moan slipped past her lips. She arched her body to him instinctively for more— then she snapped back to her senses and pulled away immediately shocked. She staggered off the bed, moving far away from h
"How Not To Get Chosen." Belladonna mumbled to herself in her silvery voice, her blue eyes on the cover of the thin black book she had just picked.It was fairly covered in dust, making the letters on it a little unreadable.She went down the ladder, then blew the dust off the book which made her cough lightly."By Moria Nakuriver." She mumbled the name of the author to herself and instantly shook her head.This book would be of no help because the author actually ended up being chosen as a bride.Moria was the daughter of the Village Head of Nakuriver, one of the seven villages that made up the the mighty Kingdom of Ignas, which was ruled by the dreaded Dragon King. When Moria was 18, she had participated in the Chosing Ritual, as the rules had demanded, and had somehow, been lucky enough not to be chosen. That was when she had written this book. Almost every lady across the kingdom started reading it, so they could be as lucky as she had been. But then she got chosen at 25, and p
Aniya was on her knees on the bed, resting heavily on her two hands as they held on to the sheets tightly while her silky black hair fell over the sides of her face, wet and glistering with sweat.Her full breasts dangled slightly as the man behind her thrusted into her over and over again. She took it all in, her eyes closed, her pink round lips, slightly parted.All the room had to light it up was a dim lantern on the dressing table, yet the images before Belladonna seem to burn her eyes. "Oh... Lytio." She heard Aniya whisper through trembling lips and she looked up at the face of the man that was behind.Indeed, it was her Mr Perfect. Lytio's hairy chest was glistering with sweats, his slim hands firm on Aniya's small waist, pulling her closer to himself, all his attention on what he was doing.Belladonna took a step back instinctively, her lips pressed together tightly, her eyes blank while her heart crushed into many pieces. "Oh... Lytio." Aniya moaned again and she opened he
"...I was drunk and the timing of your sister..."She gritted her teeth.The feeling of this betrayal by her family felt mightier more than yesterday's. How could her family do this to her?When she spoke though, her voice was controlled and firm. "I see that. I see it all. But I am not about to cry over split milk."Lytio froze for a split second before his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he straightened up, his hands falling to his sides."Your parents have discussed with mine on the 'incident'."'Incident? Of course, that was how they would refer to it.' Belladonna thought but she instead, she asked, "and...?""Bell, I want you to know that I love you very much.""I am sure that wasn't what they concluded on."Lytio clenched and unclenched his fists before digging it into his pockets. "I have to marry Aniya. It is for the best. For my reputation and your sister's. Also to prevent any more unfortunate incidents.""Of course. Do exactly what they want.""I don't have a choice. D
It was a long black leather whip splited into eight pieces.It swept through the air and landed on her back. A gasp of pain escaped her lips as she tumbled to the floor, her long black curly hair scattered to the sides of her face. She immediately curled up on the floor, her folded arms protecting her face.She knew how this went. This wasn't the first time, nor the second or third. She couldn't even count how many times her mother had done this to her and she knew this wouldn't be the last.Isa swung the whip, striking it countlessly against her, on her back, her hands, anywhere it landed on. She was breathing heavily and although her hands were arching her from how long she had been flogging her, she was blinded by so much anger that she just couldn't stop."H-how-- dare you?!"The beating continued, then Belladonna heard her dress ripping from how much the beating was, the whip cutting into her flesh and blood seeping out of the long cuts. She bit her lips till she tasted blood