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Whisper of the Moon: Rising Calamity

When the crowd had finished cheering, Sirius stood and walked toward his throne. Everyone believed the coronation was finished but instead of sitting down, he took ahold of Saoirse's hand.  "Now before we crown my queen I would like to ask my people how loyal will you be towards her?" Everyone's attention was drawn to Saoirse who confidently rose to her feet. The room remained silent because normally it wouldn't be a question a king would ask. They had to be loyal to him, not her. She was just a woman and the men ruled the vampires.  No one answered him so he called for one of the nobles to step forward. "Please state your answer, will you be loyal to my wife?" He asked to the man.  The man got flustered a bit, not wanting to offend the king, but he cautiously answered, "Your majesty, I don't understand why you are asking us to. She is a woman."  Sirius allowed the man to sit back down and then called the next man to his feet to answer. He bowed and seeing how the first man wasn't punished for his honesty he boldly answered. "my king, I will never show loyalty to a werewolf woman."  Sirius then called a third. "I agree with them my king, werewolves and women are below us and I will not bow down towards them."  Sirius frowned and before calling another man he asked a follow up question, "what would you think then if my only heir is a werewolf? Or if by her, I bring forth a vampire woman to be my heir? Will you show loyalty to my heirs?"  A few of the nobles became uncomfortable at this but calmed themselves. One man rose to his feet boldly and came forward. "My king if I may speak my opinion, it is very bold of you to assume that we will sit back and allow a werewolf to reign over us. We would allow a woman, that is not nearly as bad, but we would do as we did with Sköll, daughter of Fenrir. We would have her step down as soon as a male heir comes of age. My king, I expect that you would be able to bring forth a male heir, a vampire, if you just chose a different woman to be your queen."  Sirius asked him to take a seat as his doubts were confirmed that these people would be more loyal to their traditions than to him, and equally, that meant they could betray Saoirse, Lachlan, and Sroka one day. "My last question is, what if my queen here is Luna of six werewolf packs, and that gives me command over them as Alpha, would you accept if we form an alliance with her kingdoms? I could quickly put a stop to this war if my marriage to her symbolizes an alliance, and what will you say of your loyalty to her and my heirs then?" The nobles became enraged at the thought. "We will not form an alliance with the werewolves! They have their loyalty to Odin! Loki has sworn revenge on Odin and we exist to bring forth that revenge!" "That will be enough!" Sirius said suddenly. The nobility who had become too comfortable speaking to their king quieted down. "That means your loyalty doesn't lie with me, your king, because you would quickly overthrow me if you didn't agree with my decisions."  "You say you follow Loki above your king because he is a God, but hear this, I am the son of the goddess Hel, and the demigod Alastor; I am not a mere vampire. My path is to ascend and you may follow me or you may follow Loki, but you cannot do both. I will not tolerate betrayal, if you cannot swear loyalty to me above Loki then you may leave, but I will teach you the strength of my power."  "You think you follow the God of chaos? I will be the God of Calamity!" Then he unfurled his Valkyrie wings and with his wind sword, he flew up to the spot above the throne where the beam of light was covered and uncovered it. The people gasped as the concentrated sunlight bathed his skin and he didn't burn.  "Bring me the guards who killed me, I should repay the favor; because of them, I now have the blessing of Odin and sunlight doesn't hurt me. You think Loki is your God, but does he have the power over your soul?" 
A_Meza_13 · 42.1K Views

The thief of silver and souls

Title: The Thief of Silver and Souls In the shadows of a kingdom where silver is prized above all and souls can be traded like coins, Zia Renaud is a name that strikes fear and fascination. Known as the Thief of Silver and Souls, she's a daring rogue with a hidden purpose: to avenge the family that was taken from her and to unravel the mystery of her origins. But Zia's latest heist comes with an unexpected twist. When she steals an ancient silver amulet rumored to bind souls, she finds herself entangled with Leon, a cursed prince whose spirit is trapped within the amulet, and Alaric, a mysterious and charming rival thief with secrets of his own. Together, they must navigate a world filled with dangerous magic, underground markets, and ruthless sorcerers—all while racing to uncover the truth behind the amulet's powers and to keep their own dark pasts from consuming them. As alliances blur and passion ignites, Zia will face the ultimate choice: protect her own freedom, or save the souls of those she's come to care for. --- Characters: 1. Zia Renaud The Thief of Silver and Souls. A fearless and witty master thief with a knack for outsmarting anyone who gets in her way. Though she's quick with a blade and quicker with her words, she guards her past closely. Zia is driven by a desire for revenge and freedom, hiding a heart more compassionate than she lets on. 2. Leon Elara The Cursed Prince. Once heir to the throne, Leon's spirit has been bound to a powerful amulet that Zia steals. Trapped and unable to move beyond the amulet's reach, Leon is both Zia's reluctant ally and a source of hidden wisdom, with knowledge of dark magic and court secrets. He carries a tragic history and a hope for redemption. 3. Alaric Draven The Rival Thief. Mysterious, charming, and equally skilled, Alaric has crossed paths with Zia before, and their tension is electric. While he keeps his motives guarded, he's drawn to Zia's fire and the danger that surrounds her. Alaric has ties to the kingdom's criminal underworld and harbors his own reasons for seeking the amulet. 4. Madame Seraphine The Soul Broker. A powerful sorceress who traffics in rare magic and lives off stolen souls. She's the dark force behind the amulet's creation and has a personal vendetta against Zia. Manipulative and vengeful, she'll stop at nothing to reclaim what Zia has taken. 5. Emory Gray The Healer. A gentle but skilled healer who helps Zia after a close escape. Emory has a surprising knowledge of ancient magic, and though he avoids conflict, he becomes a steadfast ally in Zia's quest. His presence in the story adds a balance of calm and support. 6. Lady Isolde The Noblewoman. Once close to Leon, Lady Isolde is now a powerful figure in the royal court, respected for her intelligence and rumored to be ruthless. She has her own reasons for getting involved with Zia's journey, and her loyalty is never quite clear, making her a mysterious and unpredictable presence.
Joestassy_Akinyi · 3.9K Views

Whispers of Hell

Lyraea Pastorio, a diligent student at GranVille University, was poised for success. With plans to take over the reins of her father's business after earning her master's degree, she saw everything falling into place. However, nine months ago, her world began to unravel. Strange occurrences started haunting her. These unsettling events shook her to the core, making her question her sanity. As the incidents grew more frequent and intense, those around her started to withdraw dismissing her experiences as mere figments of her imagination. Isolated and alone, her once bright future now seemed shrouded in darkness. Her spirit crushed under the ceaseless burden of the unexplainable horrors that had invaded her life. Each passing day eroded her hope, reducing her to a mere echo of her former self. The vibrant dreams of her future had withered away, supplanted by a grim resignation to her fateful destiny. Lyraea felt overwhelmed, utterly defeat. What could a mere human do against the unknown terrors? That was until her fate decided to confront her directly. Her spectral tormentor, a twisted echo of the past, stood before her. The haunting presence seemed to whisper tales of forgotten breaths and silenced heartbeats, each word was a chilling caress against her skin. His soulless eyes gleamed with the remnants of life that had once thrived among the living, now morphed into a sinister shadow. That ignited something inside her; a spark of resistance within herself. Lyraea fought with all her might, but there was something missing, something right in front of her but veiled. She could see the fire burning in those eyes, clear in their vengeful intentions, but those gentle whispers told otherwise. His inhuman smile, for sure, promised her destructions yet those cold hands never budged to pull her from abyss. Each of his deceptions was like a shard of glass, fitting seamlessly into the intricate mosaic of the grand puzzle, revealing the hidden picture piece by piece. Still, she couldn’t shake off the feeling that she was being led to her deathbed. His presence was deceptive, never showing the real intentions behind those soulless eyes. The vengeance was palpable, but so was the sense of an impending revelation and the inexplicable force drawing them together., a magnetic pull that defied the logic of their enmity. Lyraea feared that at the end she would be abandoned for his sinister plan, leaving her to face the ultimate doom alone, but carve into his soul were scars that bleed shadows that even the relentless march of time would not be able to erase. In the intricate dance of fate and destiny, life, with its myriad twists and turns, blurred the lines between the puppeteer and the puppet. Each move, each decision, seemed to be guided by unseen hands, yet those very hands were themselves subject to the whims of an even greater force. Everyone played a role, yet no one truly knew the script. The boundaries between control and surrender, action and reaction, were so finely woven that they became indistinguishable. It was a paradox of existence, where the illusion of mastery was as fleeting as the shadows cast by the flickering flame of life. It was impossible to discern who truly holds the strings, and who dances to their unseen tune.
_Zale_ · 6.5K Views
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