The fire in his father's eyes vanished, his wolf’s presence drew back into his mind, disappearing from the surface completely as silence took over the room. “I did it for us.” His father's shoulders dropped. “For you, for her. For all of us!”“Including your antics to keep me trapped in the Human Realm till my death? You lied to me that the Elders would summon me home, but a Moon passed, and nothing! Was that for me too, father? Did you do that for me?”The Alpha shrugged. “You have become a burden. You wreak havoc everywhere you go. Unfortunately, you are here now.” He chuckled, a sound devoid of humour. “It would have been good riddance.” As much as Ikrus had grown a tough sink to his Father's usual words, these ones seemed to hurt differently. They went past his hardened surface and sank straight into his heart. “I don’t deserve that, I did nothing to you.”The Alpha sank into his throne. “You were dividing my army!”Ikrus chuckled, darkly. “I did no such thing but earned their
Please Note - An asterisk before the dialogue means the words are being said in another language.________She trembled, her eyes begging. A monster. A Monster!A beast that would kill her!Her mind repeated over and over again. There were claw marks on his face, deep painful lines engraved into his skin, and his eyes… they looked wildly different. There was blood, so much blood.Why was he covered in all that blood?!Tingling feelings spread where his hand met her skin, but her fear was overpowering. It was all she could feel. His eyes seemed to communicate with her and she gave jerky nods to assure him that she would stay silent. He pulled his hand away from her and the first word that slipped out of her lips was a whisper. “My son—” she begged, keeping her eyes fixed on him while she spread her hands around her in a desperate search for Arlo. Her hand touched something —no, someone on the bed. Her son!She pulled Arlo into her arms quickly, pressed him to her chest securel
Aniya flinched, and Ulima quickly wiped the milk away with their napkin. *” Go back to where you came from, you maggot.” Her eyes were filled with apology, her voice was gentle and soothing, while the words that slipped past her lips were nothing but foul.The other maid, Ganisa, quickly knelt by Aniya’s side, getting the other stains of the milk off Aniya’s skin with her napkin. She wiped too hard on nothing, and Aniya flinched. *“The stains that I give the earth are better than you.” She held Aniya’s gaze, like she was giving an apology. Mistaking their words for apologies, Aniya nodded, telling them not to worry about her. She had more things to worry about right now than the stinging feeling in her shoulder. Despite feeding him, her son was still warmer than he should be in her arms. Her worry was consuming her. Hopefully, they would be able to understand her language. “Are there any physicians that can help me? My son is sick.” Tears built up in her eyes. If Arlo were to die
‘From the sky the heir of the lost throne will come With flames and rageFor revenge, freedom and his place.In the ashes of his enemies would he bathAnd there will be none more powerful, none more great.”Those lines had been said to people over and over again, and they had believed.They chanted it to themselves like a mantra. The heir of the lost throne would come…He would fight for them, take for them their freedoms with blood and violence. He would make all their sacrifices worth it in the end.He was their hope. Once upon a time they stood by the Lost Throne because of their utmost loyalty and allegiance to those who had ruled on it before it was lost, but after a while and a lot of suffering that was melted on them by the White King and his followers, even their strong allegiance and loyalty died, all that was left was now was hope. But hope was a funny thing; as powerful as it was weak.As the people from the House of Zoter fought, there seemed to be no hope from the sky
The Heir that was promised?Saviour?Belladonna found those words confusing. In fact, she found many things that were happening here very confusing. After she had stepped into that portal she had been jolted around by the force that transported her to another Realm. She felt weak and could barely stand. Also there were many flashes of different memories in her head, ones that she couldn't even remember right now. But that wasn't what she found to be most confusing. Upon entering into the Realm that Alaris had promised would help her bring Eli back, a war had welcomed her. Not just that, a war Alaris had to intervene in. Not just that too but one that the people called him “The Heir of the Lost Throne”, but still that wasn't all. The most confusing part was the language they were speaking. This wasn't the language they spoke in Ignas but yet she could perfectly understand them like she had been speaking this language her entire life. It reminded her of a time that Alaris had mad
It took about two more days to get to “the rest”. The Priest had led them to pass through a waterfall, right into a cave while making use of a couple of words that were certainly spells that helped to keep this hideout a secret. For Belladonna, each moment felt too long. She wanted to see the Chaneller as soon as possible. She just couldn't stop thinking about Eli, their last moment together and her child that she had lost. Maybe she could use the power of the gem to reverse time, this time around she would do things differently and have everything that she had lost. All she needed was a Chaneller and her life would make sense again. Belladonna clutched her hand around the pendant of her necklace as they stepped further into the cave. She could hear the sound of the water gushing until it became fainter and fainter. They were moving away from the mouth of the cave and deeper into the cave. It was quiet, like there was no one here… and that was when it happened.Suddenly, someone
Nyka glared, her grip tightening around her sword. She made a move to step forward but someone tossed his sword to the ground next to her.“Saviour,” he said and he slipped to his knees. “Father?” Nyka questioned the man, stunned. “What are you—”“The Heir of the Lost Throne!” He bowed. “Finally.”More and more people tossed their swords to the ground and soon enough the chanting of saviour filled the air. With a glare, Nyka sheathed her sword and turned away. Everyone else might be foolish and desperate enough to believe the words of this “saviour” but she wasn’t. There was something about him that didn't put her at ease.Something about him that didn't feel right. She would find out what that thing was and put an end to this madness. That was a promise.“And I swear to you that every last member of the Houses against us shall I bring to ashes. Their blood will be our wine and their bones flimsy ornaments! This is my oath to you.” With a claw, he slashed his palm and made a blood
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