Escapism—The very art of immersing yourself in a hyperrealistic world where no one can reach you.
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2023-08-06 BeigetretenUnited Nations
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JaneSmitten
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Thank you Perl! For all the corrections so far!
"You…you promised me… tr…trust." She spluttered, remembering the grainy bits of the conversation they had when he knelt on the foot of her bed. "You promi…sed that you want pu…rsue the matter anymore."
Welcome to the club! Although I must ask you to be careful; it’s really hot in here 🙈. A lot of Dragons are hanging around here and most of them won’t hesitate to incinerate you 🙈
Just as Daoist8GPju5 said, Marcus is the Beta of the DireWolf Pack. He has no rank relationship with the Arctic North. Remember that when Daemon took over, Marcus was left back at the South with the DireWolf Pack.
Also, Moorim was the Beta of the Arctic North/NorthSteed Pack. That position is currently open and Yaren was never appointed to it because of the threat of the Four Houses hence the reason why Daemon is holding the tournament. Hope this explains it? 😁
[Warning: Contains Mature Content]
"Beware of the tongue of a wicked woman. For it may tell a lie that would slay the world."
Eighteen-Year-old rejected, wolfless and blind Zina is summoned to the capital to tell a vision for the ruthless and feared Alpha King of the North notoriously known as ‘The King Who Crowned Himself’.
The result of Zina’s ‘false’ vision has the Alpha Prince and future Alpha Supreme, Daemon, banished from the capital to fight wars at the borders where only death awaits him in the hands of the famed Arising Rogues, and the even more famed Deformed.
But Daemon survives fire, blood and claw, and not only does he survive, but six years later, he is back as Alpha Supreme, driven by vengeance against those who brought him down. Starting from his cunny siblings, to the eighteen-year old girl now twenty-four who spelt his destiny with just mere words, Daemon vows to leave no one unscathed.
However Zina is well aware of her own treachery. Now the Theta to the same powerful werewolf house she told the dangerous lie against, and having tasted the bitter pill of betrayal from the very people she told the dangerous lie for, she is unwilling to resign to her fate just yet.
But how do you melt the heart of a man that you once ruined? And how do you destroy a woman loved by all the common people, and perhaps, even the gods?
Daemon will learn the hard way that not all vengeance can be taken, and not all debts can be collected.
Secrets abound, the Deformed Werewolves are set to rise, and a rare chance at second mating befalls the two most unusual people. And now, one thing has become for sure—Daemon must first defeat the enemy outside, before he can truly confront her, who has become the enemy of his heart.
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Zina's back pressed against the wall as a taut body pinned her, their warmth mingling together. Four years of deadly anticipation had culminated into that very moment.
His whispers caressed her ear, sending shivers that had nothing to do with the chill in the air down her spine. “Since you see visions so well, tell me Theta of my house, do you see the day you will die?” His breath ghosted over her skin, reminding her of a debt to be collected.
Swallowing and maintaining a tight grip on her staff despite the body that burned against hers, she answered firmly. “I am afraid the gods haven’t shown me yet.”
The man over her smiled shrewdly. His lips grazed her ear, his hot breath sending waves of sensation. “I believe in all of the names I have been called, one of them is god. So let me tell you that which you do not know…
“…today is the day you will die.”
“I Lord Tank Albridge, and my family, Pete Albridge, Cleo Albridge, and Fred Albridge, disavow Vinnandra the hateful as our blood.
“Today, in one voice we curse the day she joined us, and we’ll forever celebrate the day she has left our ranks! Vinnandra shall not know us, and she is not ours to know anymore.”
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In a world of white-haired dragon riders and black-haired witches, Princess Vinnandra Albridge is born red-haired as the forbidden spawn of a witch-spy and a dragon rider known as the Hateful. Unwanted by her family and shunned by society, Vinn tries to get by everyday unnoticed and alive.
However, her simple plans come crashing down when her family disavows her by removing her from her royal bloodline, proclaiming her a traitor to consequently serve as an official slave to the notorious Lenklock dragon riders family that rules in the North. There, it would seem that while Vinn might not be able to groom a dragon, she might make good food for one… not if she had anything to do about it.
Vowing to fight for her life and rise above others, Vinn must learn how to break through her blood and reach to whatever minute strength she possesses and become a dragon rider… or something.
And it would seem Vinnandra’s vows would be realised in the form of Xander Lenklock—a troubled man and problematic heir who charges into her life, proclaiming a nobody like her his greatest ally and seeking her alliance. For the first time in a long while, Vinn feels needed and wanted—two dangerous elements that ignites feelings she shouldn’t have, and evokes thoughts she shouldn’t think.
And in a partnership that might make or break them, Vinn was sure she would do anything to have Xanders’ body, heart and soul. Problem is, Xander has a fiancée who was there to stay… forever.
But with her mothers past looming over her, and with shadows of the enemy hidden in the trees playing their ultimate move, even if Vinnandra manages to steal Xander’s heart, will she be able to keep it? Or will her dubious identity destroy everything she has come to enjoy?
Will the powers she has come to possess swallow her? Or could she be the enemy that her people really fear?
Be whatever it might, the ultimate question remains—Dragon rider or Witch… which is she?
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VOLUME 1 (Beginnings): COMPLETE
VOLUME 2 (Chaos Abounds): ONGOING
Thank you Perl! For all the corrections so far!
"You…you promised me… tr…trust." She spluttered, remembering the grainy bits of the conversation they had when he knelt on the foot of her bed. "You promi…sed that you want pu…rsue the matter anymore."
The Alpha's Blind Fate
Fantasy · JaneSmitten