The day had finally arrived. The whole town was bustling with activities and so was the temple. Guests left their rooms and went back into it after the large breakfast and some of them milled about in the hall while talking about different things. They were all dressed up for the service at the temple and they all waited a bit for their vehicles to be arranged before going into their various cars. Daniel and Ciara were walking hand in hand. Ciara was dressed in a blue taffeta gown that screamed royalty. As they walked out of the palace, they stylishly checked around to see if Athena was anywhere in sight. "Do you think it's okay for her to be addressed as King? I find it really weird that she'd be called King. I mean, what's wrong in being called a Queen?" Daniel asked and got a look from the porter standing by the door. Ciara sighed. "Can you all let the young woman do whatever she wants to do? She's the ruling one and can make any decision she wants. She can d

An ancient carriage, which had been cleaned up, polished and repainted throttled through the street and people walking by stopped to gaze at the grandiose carriage in awe. "I told you that a limo would be fine. Why did I even agree to this nonsense?" Athena complained. She hated that they had to do this. Damien, who was seated beside her, shrugged. As the carriage moved, they were juggled continuously. He initially hadn't been interested in this idea as it had been brought up by the elders as a way to preserve the old tradition. Athena, who had been absent at the meeting due to preparations, had been informed by Damien after the meeting that the usage of the old carriage had been proposed to transport her to the temple. Out of curiosity, she had requested to see the so-called carriage and when it had been shown to her, she turned down the proposal. The elders had found a way to make her not disagree with it. They had used her absence in the meeting against her, tell

Athena knew she had seen someone familiar as the carriage drove her out of the temple. The familiar blue eyes, chiseled and clean shaven jaw and the stance. It had to be him. Maybe it wasn't him. Maybe it was someone else who looked like him or a spirit. They had just arrived at the palace and once they had been assisted out of the carriage, Damien went over to the guards to give them instructions. As for Athena, she proceeded into the palace with two of her special guards flanking her. This had been done to protect her from any sort of attacker as these were delicate times. "I want you all to be alert. Remember the man who came here early this morning?" They all nodded. "I don't know if he's telling the truth or if he's a spy or if he's using this as a sort of distraction. I just want you all to be alert, okay?" "Yes, sir." They chorused. Damien made sure to look around for any suspicious activities before proceeding into the palace. The table was al

Few days ago, a few people had gone missing and the culprit had made sure to pick the right set of people; Orphans, people living alone and mentally deranged people that moved around without supervision. Zeus had commanded his men to abduct three different sets of people as the witch had instructed. He had no idea what she needed it for but if it was going to make him take his rightful place in Antarti, he was ready to sacrifice the whole humans. Nobody knew he was a werewolf. He had concealed it so well that it was hard to identify who he really was. During the time he had first come into this civilization, humans had been the ones to dominate this place. But he had come here, gathered rogues and omegas and told them about his promised position as King in Antarti. He had mastered the art of manipulation and this way, he had convinced the men that he was the rightful King and told them how he had been maltreated by the people and treated like he didn't matter. H

"It feels good to be back here!" Zeus cried out as the truck zoomed into the wide open gates of Antarti. All had gone as planned. "I remember my last time here. I left because I was seen as weak and incapable of ruling this great Kingdom." He said with disdain and pure hate in his voice. "But now, they have made a woman, a weaker vessel, their King. How abominable? How could they ever choose a strange woman over their rightful heir?!" Zeus' right hand man, Prometheus, who was seated beside him and trying to endure his master's eerily loud voice, leaned towards him and whispered into his ears. "I heard that she is the King's first and legitimate daughter, my Lord." Zeus cast a dirty glance his way and the man cleared his throat and composed himself while trying to look away from his master. "You better shut up when I am speaking. I remember commanding you to speak only when I asked you to. Why do you defy me?" "I am sorry, my Lord. It is my fault that I have chosen