Whisper of Hearts
Please don't read. Major editing in progress. The chapters after 150 are repetitive as I am making major changes to story line. ........................ It is the year of the moon, the year when all the alphas around the world gather at Aranill to compete for the throne of the Alpha King. It is said that one who takes over the throne can change his destiny and even seek the power of the moon which nobody else can even gain access to. Azimir Bhaltiar, the young Alpha of kingdom Ideni, is one among the many alphas competing for the throne. It is then that he meets Aylin Ediar, the only female general in the royal army and Azimir finds himself attracted to her. But in his pursuit of the throne as well as Aylin, Azimir gets pulled into a conspiracy so brutal that completely shatters all other truths. Azimir not only has to save himself from the conspiracy, he even has to save his loved ones from losing their lives. And the only person who supports and trusts him is Aylin. Now, what is the forbidden truth about the throne that links to the conspiracy, and who is behind it? And why does Aylin refuse to accept her feelings for him? One truth, countless lies, one secret, and a throne that can change destiny. The one who solves it gains the power of the moon. Join Azimir to find out his destiny in his pursuit of the throne as well as what his heart desires the most, Aylin. --------------------------------------------------------------- "Aylin," Azimir breathed as he caressed the girl's cheek before pulling her to him. "Why do you deny your feelings, dear?" "Because I do not have any feelings for you." "Are you sure, dear?" Aylin stayed silent, not knowing how to respond to him. "Why does your heart say otherwise? I can hear it, you can hear it. Why are you ignoring what your heart is whispering to you?" Azimir probed and pulled her close until his breath fell on her lips. "Even if you ignore your feelings, I will not allow you to. You are mine as I am yours and it will be this way forever." The cover picture does not belong to me.
The devil of the night - Part 1
In a dark dungeon, a man screamed in pain as a woman beside him applied medicine to his wounds. His face was hidden beneath a mask and he glared at the woman, who flinched on seeing the anger in his eyes. Even though his eyes were pitch black, she could still sense his fury radiating off him.
"Please forgive this slave, Milord. I was reckless." She kneeled in front of him and the man gritted his teeth before he closed his eyes.
"Be careful." He ordered. His voice was cold and devoid of any emotion and the woman shuddered before she started to treat his wounds again. She was gentle with her touch and did not dare apply more force lest the man should be annoyed again and kill her this time.
The woman knew why he had not killed her the previous time. If not for her exceptional medical skills which he required to treat him, she would have long been sucked dry of her blood and fed on her body.