AUTHOR'S POV“ CATCH HER! ” The guards yelled as the heavy running footsteps sounded in the silent forest.She glanced behind herself pushing away the cape of the hood she was wearing. Running, she grabbed the gown with her right hand and ducked just in time to dodge the branch of the tree that was about to hit her on her face.Suddenly, her grey eyes started to take a light blue hue turning frosty. Feeling the anger boiling in her veins once again, she turned around abruptly only to be faced by three Soldiers holding onto their swords surrounding her. She dropped the basket in which there were alot of red roses that she had plucked from all around the forest.“ Stop running. We will go easy on you. We will take turns I swear. You will enjoy it little one. ” One of the guard sneered at her licking up his lips as her eyebrows raised up in di

AUTHOR'S POV“ Now come here! ” The man before her, who had introduced himself as Vayldre purred in a weird voice and Frore gulped before looking down at his sitting figure on HER bed.“ Where? ” Frore shooked her head dumfounded.“ Here! ” Vayldre pointed beside himself and Frore's face went red.“ You bastard! Retard! Who do you think I am? ” Frore fumed pointing towards herself, as veils of Frost started to cover the wooden walls of her cabin.“ Witch? ” Vayldre suggested Teasingly and Frore huffed out taking a step back.Vayldre raised his hand and grabbed her wrist before pulling her down beside himself.Frore screamed out and started thrashing, making Vayldre groan out and make her sit down forcefully.Frore's eyes went wide i

AUTHOR POVHaving a Greek-God handsome man barging in her house, injured. Knowing that her powers didn't work on him.Having to watch two Supernatural creatures - no DRAGONS flying in the air right in front of her eyes.All of this was not really believable for Frore. Frore shooked her head for the nth time, nibbling on her lower lip, drawing out blood from it, as she stared at the man moving around in her kitchen.“ Are you - Are you really... ” Frore tried to ask him if what she saw earlier was really true or if she was just dreaming about it.When she had woken up again, she had found him silently making food and she - herself couldn't ask him anything. It was really weird.Dragons died over a century ago. They were the great beings that ruled over the world for thousands of year but th

AUTHOR'S POVIn a motion, Vayldre got up from the stool and grabbed her waist, pulling her closer. Frore's breath hitched at the sight of his dark orbs and small smirk. His sharp features didn't fail to take her breath away and with him so close to her, she could suffocate from this sight. Vayldre rested his forehead onto hers and ghosted his lips above hers, breathing heavily on her face. His hand sneakily traveled down to her dress and he slowly started pulling it up, revealing her flawless ankles and then her thigh. His rough finger touched her bare thigh and he squeezed it, sending tingles down her spine. Their noses touched and lips brushed against each other.He gently turned her around and pushed her back against the kitchen counter. Frore closed her eyes, before arching her back towards his hard body to softly connect their lips. A jolt of spark tingled their bodies, when they felt e

AUTHOR'S POVHe was staring at her peacefully sleeping face. She looked so innocent and Etheral, that he just couldn't look away, but then he forced himself to get his senses back.Pushing himself off the bed, he picked up his white shirt, wearing it and then picked up his brown pants, pulling it on. His eyes went back to her face, when she mumbled something in her sleep.Curiously, he placed his knee on the bed, bending down on her to hear what she was saying. “ Vayldre... ” The movement of her swollen pink lips formed his name and he sighed out, moving his eyes to her long eyelashes. He bought his hand up and traced her eyebrow gently. He leaned down and placed his lips over her closed eye, breathily heavily. Smoothing out the lines formed on her flawless forehead, he leaned away from her, giving her a last look.