In a world where humanity has half its lands occupied by the race of fiends called savages, many secrets have been buried.
In a world where humanity has half its lands occupied by the race of fiends called savages, many secrets have been buried.
"Stay on his heels!"
"He must not get away or you're all getting three months in the dark!!"
These words were like adrenaline shots as he redoubled his efforts. Right behind him, the footsteps that stayed right on his heels also got faster.
"Kid, you running away will only make your father suffer more pain".
Refusing the urge to think, he scrunched up his face and ran faster. Unknowingly, he had tears streaming down his face. The thought of his father suffering the punishment the Viceroy would pass down was like a knife stabbing at his heart but he kept running.
"Go, I'll hold them back"
Recalling the smile on the face of the man he called father and the order that he gave, he had no words. He had turned around and ran. He couldn't stay even if he wanted to.
Suddenly he ground to a halt as he turned around and let out a bitter smile.
'Even though father held them back, it wasn't enough', he thought to himself.
The footsteps that were not too far behind arrived in a few moments.
"Stay alert, he might still be dangerous", the man who stood in front of the group ordered his comrades. It was the man who had spoken of the punishments earlier.
This was the Captain of the Watchers. He was a ruthless man who would do anything to get the job done and now he wore a sinister smile as he looked at the boy.
"It's the end of the road now, what other tricks do you want to try?", he taunted.
Looking at the Watchers who had come to hunt him, he help but raise his head to look at the sky.
With a heavy voice, his eyes glazed over as he looked at the sky that dyed a deep grey, a phenomenon caused by the influence of the boundaries, he said, "Nothing must happen to my father. If I survive this, you all will suffer for what you took from me".
In the hopeless setting that was him standing in between two problematic choices; capture by the team of Watchers and The Devil's Summit; he began mumbling some incoherent words.
"You can still threaten us? Do you really believe you will sur..."
The words got caught in his throat as he saw the boy taking steps backward at increasing speeds before he suddenly turned and jumped into the dark abyss that stood behind him.
The team of Watchers found it incomprehensible that someone would dare such a thing. The Devil's Summit was said to be a place of death that transcended reality. Entering into it was equivalent to dying in every sense of the word as the soul of whoever died there would be destroyed.
The Captain of the Watchers had an ugly expression as he continued to stare at the entrance of The Devil's Summit.
The fact that the boy had chosen to die in The Devil's Summit was not the problem. The fact that he had to return to Nethilor without the boy was the part he found painful to think of.
Threatening his men with the punishment; 'spending time in the dark' was something he loved to do but now he would have to suffer through that as well. The thought of this made him shiver.
"Return to the city", with a dark gaze and a heavy voice, he ordered his men.
The Devil's Summit –
The Devil's Summit was not a summit as far as one could visually see. It was easier to call it the word 'deep', no matter how you choose to describe it.
A 50km wide opening leading into the abyss with an unknown depth. It looked and felt completely ordinary even if you stood right on the edge but falling into it was the end.
In this abyss, a body continued to fall. With no impression of the depths, the body looked to be weightless.
It was a boy with dark grey hair, almost completely black. His face could easily be called handsome but at the moment, it had tears smeared all over it and this handsome looked incredibly pitiful. He was unconscious as he fell but his hands were clenched into fists that were tightly clenched, making his knuckles turn white.
This was Aiden... Aiden Tarrenblaze, the boy who had jumped into the abyss after he was cornered by The Watchers.
The depths of the abyss did not seem to be any closer but besides Aiden who was freefalling in an unconscious state, light particles started to appear.
In the darkness of the abyss, the light particles that flowed around Aiden like a small stream began to converge onto a spot, building a figure of light with an aura that felt as vast as the world.
The figure that exuded light had female features but her face could not be seen.
A sigh came from her and echoed through the abyss. The sound carried with it an ancient feeling like one was listening to the very beginning.
The woman made of light touched Aiden's forehead before she dissipated into the light particles that soon vanished. In the darkness that soon rolled back in, Aiden remained suspended in the air but now he was no longer in freefall.
Around him, there was some sort of barrier that kept the darkness at bay. As for Aiden, his features began to change like his skin was being peeled off. His hair grew longer, turning from its dark grey color to a pure, snow-white color.
His body which had shed a lot of fair skin showed much fairer skin underneath while his face also changed, turning even more handsome, like a perfectly sculpted model.
He was already quite handsome before the transformations began but now he could only be described as the one and only Prince Charming.
When the transformation ended, a blinding beam of light shone down on Aiden and when the light faded away, he was no longer there.
Close to the Boundaries, Nethilor City –
In a dark, gloomy dungeon; the sound of key unlocking something rang out, echoing through the entire place.
Three people stood in front of a particular cell as if waiting for something after its doors were unlocked. Two of them had swords strapped to their waists while the last person had a sword strapped to his back.
There was a faint rustling like someone was trying to stand up, followed quickly by heavy footsteps that soon revealed a man who stood at a height of 6 feet and 5 inches with a muscular build that simply screamed every synonym for powerful.
This was General Tarrenblaze, Aiden's father who had been locked up in the dungeons after he assisted his son in escaping arrest.
He had fiery red hair that cascaded down onto his shoulders. His face exuded an aura of authority and a toughness similar to tempered iron.
He had cuffs on both his hands and legs.
The two who had their swords strapped to their waists walked towards General Tarrenblaze, flanking him on both sides as they walked towards the dungeon's exit with the one who carried his sword on his back walking behind the three.
The four maintained an eerie silence that seemed to infect wherever they passed through. Their destination was The Viceroy's Court.
Huge double doors that were crafted from some sort of glistening metal and an exquisite inlay of gold, this was the entrance into The Viceroy's Court. Two guards stood on either side of the doors and they could easily be described as 'giant'. They made General Tarrenblaze's height seem like that of a growing boy.
"Your Excellency, Fraser Tarren, father of the fiend is here per your orders".
There was a deafening silence right after the man with the sword on his back announced their arrival.
The silence stretched on for a few moments before it was broken by a deep voice.
"Enter"
The two giants immediately got to work, hauling the huge golden doors. Saying they did so effortlessly would be too much of an exaggeration but the doors were pushed open in no time.
Only one person went through the door, the other three stood outside waiting for a response.
Fraser Tarren walked in with a stoic expression on his face as the doors closed behind him.
He walked down the aisle with steady steps that echoed through the hall. If not for the chains on the cuffs put on his feet that rattled with every step he took, it seemed like he was just taking a stroll.
The hall had tall chairs on a platform raised off the ground on both sides of the aisle while at the end of the hall stood a throne exquisitely crafted with gold like the huge double doors: The Viceroy's Throne.
There were 14 chairs on raised platforms before another 7 chairs that were on higher platforms, signifying a higher level on both sides of the aisle. All of them had someone seating on them except for one of the chairs in the group of 7 that was closest to the Viceroy's throne.
The aisle was neither too long nor was it short, so a few moments was all it took for Fraser Tarren to walk up to the throne.
On the throne, the Viceroy was seated and Fraser Tarren made a light bow in greeting.
"Your Excellency".
There was no answer to this greeting but Fraser Tarren retained his bow. He did not move an inch nor did his expression change before a small sigh was heard a few moments later.
"Will you take your place on the council?"
These words were unlike what was expected. It made the hall fall into another moment of deafening silence.
At some point, Fraser Tarren had raised his head. He had a solemn look on his face as he answered with a hoarse voice.
"Okay".
Somewhere, on a rocky road, a four-wheeled carriage was parked on the side of the road with a few horses surrounding the carriage.
Two men stood there looking at something. Both men had armor on their bodies and they were soldiers.
They were examining what seemed to be an unconscious person who lay there on the side of the road when the carriage door opened.
Almost immediately, the men who sat on the horses dismounted and bowed in greeting towards the carriage.
"Your Highness", they all chorused.
He answered perfunctorily before he sauntered over to where the unconscious person was lying.
He looked at the person who lay there and he couldn't help but pause. The unconscious person had impeccable looks that made him feel inferior but he soon calmed himself. There was a difference, he had an entourage that was dedicated to protecting him while the guy was lying unconscious in the middle of nowhere.
He turned around intending to return to the carriage but he stopped after a few steps. Taking another glance at the unconscious person, "Bring him along".
This unconscious person was Aiden who ended up unconscious in an unfamiliar place.
Whatever that beam of light was supposed to do, it had inevitably dumped him on a roadside.
The carriage continued on its way after everyone was done with the interlude that was Aiden, the pretty boy.
In the vast expanse of space, Aiden's eyes opened to find himself floating toward something.
Looking at what he was floating toward, his head began to throb but he could not tear his eyes away from the sight in front of him.
In the distance, there was a bright light that shone with a colorful glow on the periphery and a bright blinding white glow at the center.
'What is causing this bright glow', he thought to himself as he squinted to reduce the glare of the light.
Suddenly, he noticed that the glow had dimmed down... No, the glow no longer affected him and as if he had phased over a great distance. He was standing right in front of the light.
He was stunned by what he saw. He saw different colored little glows flying out from what looked to be a female figure curled around a grey-colored orb that had different colors swirling around it.
My world revolved around Jax Harding, my older brother's captivating rockstar friend. From sixteen, I adored him; at eighteen, I clung to his casual promise: "When you're 22, maybe I'll settle down." That offhand comment became my life's beacon, guiding every choice, meticulously planning my twenty-second birthday as our destiny. But on that pivotal day in a Lower East Side bar, clutching my gift, my dream exploded. I overheard Jax' s cold voice: "Can't believe Savvy's showing up. She' s still hung up on that stupid thing I said." Then the crushing plot: "We' re gonna tell Savvy I' m engaged to Chloe, maybe even hint she' s pregnant. That should scare her off." My gift, my future, slipped from my numb fingers. I fled into the cold New York rain, devastated by betrayal. Later, Jax introduced Chloe as his "fiancée" while his bandmates mocked my "adorable crush"-he did nothing. As an art installation fell, he saved Chloe, abandoning me to severe injury. In the hospital, he came for "damage control," then shockingly shoved me into a fountain, leaving me to bleed, calling me a "jealous psycho." How could the man I loved, who once saved me, become this cruel and publicly humiliate me? Why was my devotion seen as an annoyance to be brutally extinguished with lies and assault? Was I just a problem, my loyalty met with hatred? I would not be his victim. Injured and betrayed, I made an unshakeable vow: I was done. I blocked his number and everyone connected to him, severing ties. This was not an escape; this was my rebirth. Florence awaited, a new life on my terms, unburdened by broken promises.
"I want a divorce Noah", I said to him. My heart beating and knees weak. I was scared of how he would react. 'He should be happy right? I mean I am giving him a way out of the bondage of a marriage', I said to myself. Noah expression darkened and I could see his jaw tighten. He stood up and took slow steady steps towards me with both hands in his pocket. I immediately got scared and moved backwards. Noah Wellesley isn't the abusive type but he hates me to the bone, I wasn't sure what he is capable of. "Wh-what are you doing?", I asked, still moving backwards. Before approaching him for the request of divorce, I promised to be strong and not to let him intimidate me but... he is Noah Wellesley, the only man I have loved, and maybe still love. "What did you say?", He growled and I flinched. "I want to end this sham of a marriage, shouldn't you be happy?!", I suddenly found the courage to speak back. "And what makes you think I would be happy if we divorce?", He uttered and my brows furrowed. What did he mean by that? I stopped moving and he soon caught up to me, his eyes dancing on my lips and I saw the hidden feelings in his eyes. 'Why is he like this?', I asked myself.
Noelle was the long-lost daughter everyone had been searched for, yet the family brushed her off and fawned over her stand-in. Tired of scorn, she walked away and married a man whose influence could shake the country. Dance phenom, street-race champ, virtuoso composer, master restorer-each secret triumph hit the headlines, and her family's smug smiles cracked. Father charged back from abroad, mother wept for a hug, and five brothers knelt in the rain begging. Beneath the jeweled night sky, her husband pulled her close, his voice a velvet promise. "They're not worth it. Come on, let's just go home."
After two years of marriage, Kristian dropped a bombshell. "She's back. Let's get divorced. Name your price." Freya didn't argue. She just smiled and made her demands. "I want your most expensive supercar." "Okay." "The villa on the outskirts." "Sure." "And half of the billions we made together." Kristian froze. "Come again?" He thought she was ordinary—but Freya was the genius behind their fortune. And now that she'd gone, he'd do anything to win her back.
"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.
"You make me want to risk it all," Lenora confessed nervously to her boss. "Then risk it all, cos I already have." The ever enigmatic billionaire CEO-Astor Parker, assured her with a kiss to her forehead. -- All Lenora Albert did in her past life was love the wrong man completely, blindly, and to her own destruction. She overlooked Lucian's constant disrespect, convinced that one day, he'd soften toward her. But Lucian never changed. Instead, he got her best friend pregnant, and together, they laughed at her. As if the betrayal wasn't cruel enough, her best friend ended it all by murdering her. But fate isn't done with Lenora. She's brought back in time, given a second life to rewrite her story. When she's wrongfully fired at work after being implicated in a scandal, Lenora lands an unexpected role at a billion-dollar fashion firm as the personal secretary to its powerful CEO, Astor Parker. Cold, brilliant, and dangerously alluring Astor falls for her fast. One that he reveals with actions rather with words. But Lenora no longer believes in love. All she seeks is revenge. Then comes the cruel twist-Astor is Lucian's brother. Astor is willing to burn the world to keep her safe. But beyond Lucian, beyond her traitorous best friend, lurks a darker force. A stalker, who tends to be a greater threat to her life and won't stop until she's dead again. Will she survive again in this second life?
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