"What's the problem now, Gorge?" Shelbrooke called out as he sat down in his office, cleaning his knife with a piece of cloth.Gorge walked in hesitatingly."We have about four hundred and eighty soldiers right now."Silence enveloped the room, same as the stench of cigarettes and coffee. Gorge cleared his throat and continued."Four hundred and eighty-foot soldiers, two hundred archers, and twenty warriors.""And your strategy?" Shelbrooke blew air on the knife now sparkling clean."We...um...our strategy...""Speak up!" His voice startled Gorge, causing him to jump."You have a problem with English now? You speak French now?" "No, your highness. Our strategy is in place. Our foot soldiers are taking over the whole entrance of the city and around the walls. Our archers will be on mountains and warriors will go in to take the Onyx...""Our father's heritage," Shelbrooke muttered, licking his lips. "With the Onyx, not only will our technology improve, our lives will also improve. We'
Luana felt something sharp and heavy hit her hand. She lost balance and the sword fell from her hand causing her to crouch to waist level. The whole recruits murmured while some laughed inwardly.Although she knew no one among the kids could dare throw the rock at her, she also noticed the stone had come from an angle behind her. Looking back, she wasn't wrong and her heart skipped a beat.The sound of rushing feet and horseshoes hit her eardrums but none was eye-catching as the beautiful woman that Zeidan carried on his horse. She didn't think twice before knowing that was the girl they both planned to use. But something was off. This wasn't the description he had given or heard about the rejected Princess of the Alpha Styx.Screaming as she rode on the horse, with the wind blowing her golden hair, Lyne held a couple of stones, one of which she threw at her. What a nice shot. Luana thought. But Zeidan should be paying attention to her.When their horse reached where she stood in fron
As the evening sun set, Zeidan led his horse around one tree, then another, and into the clearing that spread out."Now we're there." "And where exactly, is this place?" Lyne asked softly."It's an old destroyed building of course." He slipped off his horse and wrapping his arms around Lyne's waist, helped her down. He tied the horse's reins to a tree.The huge red brick structure glowed under the orange, tiring evening sun. Having part of it break down with a domed roof supported by what pillar was left of the building. It rested on a base three feet high like a half-eaten cake with red-colored sugar frosting on a plate."That I can see." Lyne followed behind him, her hand in his. "How stupid of me not to have known. My past life is practically just like this building. How can I not relate to this?""You do need to forget about that." Zeidan squeezed her hand passionately. "You are with me now.""Will it make it better?" "Of course, it will." She still has that question lurking in
"I still don't understand why you are this mad," Styx said as Charles sat on the chair opposite him in the courtroom, eyes blazing like the sunset in the dark room."You don't understand? Dad, you gave our worst enemy our army. You didn't even think about the consequences." His voice boomed in the room."We had an agreement...""That's what you keep saying. Of what use is the Onyx to us?"Charles took a bottle of drink that had been on the table and threw it against the wall. Styx could only watch his first son well up with fury and rage burning inside him. If there was something he knew about his son, it's that there is nothing he could say to convince him."What do you mean of what use is the Onyx? You do know this is what we have been after all these years. With that beautiful treasure, our lives will be better. Think about the powers we will be able to possess. Multiple powers just like the vampires."Styx tried to explain, excitement rising in his eyes. Charles still looked uncon
Around the palace, a voice tore across the place announcing the arrival of someone strange and unbelievable. The whole staffs were rigid and the royal siblings except Charles all ran to the entrance in their shifted form to protect the palace. Their gritted fangs do much to threaten whoever comes through the door. The sun was still in its early profile, the wind eased the whole atmosphere but did not make the tension the visitor brought any softer."What is he doing here?" Reb asked, her brows furrowing."He's obviously here to cause trouble."George replied, his balanced furry body underlying all the fear and nervousness within."Well, I hope he does come looking for trouble because he'll find plenty." Korba joined them and stood in front, her claws digging the ground. The gate opened slowly and their tensed body followed its movement. All crouched at attention as to attack whoever came in but what they saw shocked them all to see a lone man wearing a hat that concealed his face and
Where was this blasted basket of flowers?Lyne crossed to the table resting by the newly painted wall and picked up a basket of rose flowers that she made to place beside the dresser. After placing it there, she stepped back a bit to inspect her work in their room.From a boring choice of pieces of furniture and colours to a lovely and exciting arrangement of flowers, decorations, and fabrics that she had spent hours handmaking. No doubt, Zeidan will surely love it when he comes back. Or maybe he wouldn't. Of course, she should have known. A pang shot through her chest at the thought. Remembering how she had eaten breakfast alone after Luana pulled him away, she wondered if she had been tricked into repeating her past life back in her Father's kingdom. She slouched and sat on the edge of the bed, beads of sweat lacing her forehead. But this isn't how a queen should react to her husband's absence. She should get used to it. He's the king and so he has a lot to take care of, she convi
Shelbrooke removed his hat and wiped his face that has been wet with sweat. Not from the scorching sun but the heat of rage welling inside of him. He should have known coming to see the Alpha would be a waste of time and energy. He should have changed strategies and formats instead of stopping so low to come and plead with him.Wearing back his hat, he removed a stick of cigarette and ignited the fire to light it. He looked back at the building he had just emerged from and shook his head. What the hell has he done? He thought. Puffing out his fury along with the heavy smoke that came out of his nostrils, he thought about what to do. Yes, he has plenty of his men around Vampire city now but what's the assurance that the Wolf army won't help in overpowering the Werecats. He groaned at the thought."It would do you better if you found someone reasonable to talk to." A voice boomed behind him and he saw a young boy probably in his mid-twenties with green eyes and golden hair. With his r
The day still young at 1:00 pm, Zeidan walked into his building and headed for his room while waving at the people greeting him. He couldn't measure up how much he has missed Lyne and he wondered if running to see her face is the best.Turning into the room, he was welcomed by the fresh lavender smell that filled his nostrils. He stopped at the entrance and his mouth dropped open at the transformation in his room. The grey walls have been replaced with newly lemon-painted walls. The curtains from a piece of heavy fabric to tiny linens that could filter heat and let in ventilation. He looked at his bed and saw that the sheets has been changed into fresh white sheets, plus the numerous baskets of flowers that surrounded his room. His place now had an unusual feeling of a relaxing place. A place he would surely always love to come back to.A place like..."You're back home already?" He heard her loving voice behind him and his blood rushed into his veins. Before he could say another word