The Forbidden Heir
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Chapter 6 A Duel img
Chapter 7 Echoes of the Past img
Chapter 8 Whispers of Power img
Chapter 9 Exposed img
Chapter 10 The Princess's Schemes img
Chapter 11 Prologue img
Chapter 12 A Tangled Web img
Chapter 13 The Price of Deception img
Chapter 14 Whispers in the Dark img
Chapter 15 Shadows and Secrets img
Chapter 16 A Legacy Revealed img
Chapter 17 A Queen Unmasked img
Chapter 18 Whispers in the Dust img
Chapter 19 A Whisper in the Dark img
Chapter 20 Echoes of Betrayal img
Chapter 21 A Throne of Lies img
Chapter 22 A Choice and a Coronation img
Chapter 23 A Queen Crowned img
Chapter 24 Echoes of Magic img
Chapter 25 Trials of Truth img
Chapter 26 A Magic Reborn img
Chapter 27 Whispers in the Woods img
Chapter 28 Echoes in the Grove img
Chapter 29 Guardians of the Wildwood img
Chapter 30 Whispers of War img
Chapter 31 Fury of the Wildwood img
Chapter 32 Echoes of the Past img
Chapter 33 Whispers Turn to Screams img
Chapter 34 Secrets in the Shadows img
Chapter 35 Echoes of Forgotten Battles img
Chapter 36 Echoes of the Howl img
Chapter 37 The Gathering Storm img
Chapter 38 Echoes of Sacrifice img
Chapter 39 Whispers Turn to Wisdom img
Chapter 40 Shadows Stir img
Chapter 41 A Deeper Bond img
Chapter 42 The Call of the Shadowed Grove img
Chapter 43 Whispers Lead to Whispers img
Chapter 44 Shadows Take Shape img
Chapter 45 Whispers of the Ancients img
Chapter 46 Unleashing the Wild img
Chapter 47 Whispers of Hope img
Chapter 48 Echoes Across the Wilds img
Chapter 49 Whispers in the Stone img
Chapter 50 Shadows on the Wildwind img
Chapter 51 Echoes of Battle img
Chapter 52 Echoes of Defiance img
Chapter 53 Whispers of Hope and Legacy img
Chapter 54 Whispers Through the Ruins img
Chapter 55 Echoes of Forgotten Power - The Staff of Twilight img
Chapter 56 Whispers Across the Whispering Glade img
Chapter 57 Whispers Lead to Shadows img
Chapter 58 Echoes of a Forgotten Past img
Chapter 59 Echoes of Betrayal img
Chapter 60 Echoes Across the Blight img
Chapter 61 Shadows Creep In img
Chapter 62 Echoes of Triumph and Trepidation img
Chapter 63 Whispers of Forgotten Rituals img
Chapter 64 Echoes of Steel and Stone img
Chapter 65 Echoes of Unity img
Chapter 66 Echoes of Sacrifice img
Chapter 67 Echoes of Redemption img
Chapter 68 Secrets Unveiled img
Chapter 69 Echoes of Destiny img
Chapter 70 Echoes of Longing img
Chapter 71 Echoes of Defiance img
Chapter 72 Echoes of Sacrifice img
Chapter 73 Echoes of Forgiveness img
Chapter 74 Echoes of War Drums img
Chapter 75 Echoes of Victory img
Chapter 76 Echoes of Change img
Chapter 77 Echoes of the Unknown img
Chapter 78 Echoes of Harmony img
Chapter 79 Echoes of Triumph img
Chapter 80 Echoes of Discord - A Shadow Falls img
Chapter 81 Echoes of the Past - A Moonlit Legacy img
Chapter 82 Echoes of Duty - Whispers of a New Threat img
Chapter 83 Echoes of Desolation - Into the Blighted Expanse img
Chapter 84 Echoes of Corruption - A City of Shadows img
Chapter 85 Heart of Darkness img
Chapter 86 Heart of Shadows img
Chapter 87 Shadow of the Moonstone img
Chapter 88 Heart of Darkness 2 img
Chapter 89 Echoes of Renewal img
Chapter 90 Reshapened Shadow img
Chapter 91 Acient Whisper img
Chapter 92 Sacred Unwavering duty img
Chapter 93 Guardians Of Hope img
Chapter 94 The Stone Shepherd's img
Chapter 95 Wildwood Guardians img
Chapter 96 Wildwind Shadow img
Chapter 97 Beacon of Justice. img
Chapter 98 Fabrications from a Traitor img
Chapter 99 Looming Threats img
Chapter 100 New Reign of the Queen img
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The Forbidden Heir

Denzel Spears
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Chapter 1 Nightmares

"You deserve to die." The words were a gentle yet menacing whisper. Logan could feel the sharp edge of a sickle piercing the skin of his neck softly. Blood dripped down slowly onto the ground, staining it a deeper crimson. The moon however cast the shadows of trees about it, making the color a bit different.

Logan was held firmly in place by a strange woman in a cloak. There was something strangely familiar about her but he could not see her face clearly under the dim moonlight. "It was not his turn to die, but yours. I was going to kill you and you made him die."

"Please," Logan choked. "Let go."

"You beg to be released?" A wicked cackle emanated from the strange woman. "You are not even remorseful. You killed your father!" She roared, her voice blending in perfectly with the rumble of thunder. The blade of the sickle pierced deeper into his skin. More blood trickled down his neck as the rain began to pour buckets on him.

But why did Logan feel like it was just his face?

"You do not belong here, this is only a privilege," came the stern voice. "You cannot laze about and expect to be served. You are a commoner amongst the people; meant to be a servant."

Logan opened his eyes to be greeted by Candace Tewkesbury, the Luna of Fermyl. She held an empty bowl in her hand.

Looking at the wet bed and feeling water trickle down his face, he knew she was at it again.

"Out of the goodness of my husband's heart, we allowed you to live in the palace and not amongst servants," Candace said with contempt. "Stop taking advantage. I have told you times without number that as soon as the sun is up, you should be out helping the servants and then by noon, be at the training ground."

"I have been obeying your instructions thus far, your highness," Logan said. "Forgive me for slacking this once."

She only harrumphed and exited his room.

Logan's nights were characterized by nightmares, while his mornings were described by him being woken up by torturous methods. He was glad that today had been less brutal.

Many a time, he would wake up to his skin being singed, a needle being stuck in his body, or something along those lines. He wiped his face and sat up, groaning.

He looked around himself and sighed, knowing that, as the Alpha King was going on a trip soon, the luxury of having this room would cease. He would be returned to the servant quarters by the queen.

He stood up from his bed and went to the bathroom. He smiled sadly, seeing a bath made ready for him by the maids.

All of this will soon end. He thought to himself as he undressed.

Once he was done bathing and had out on fresh clothes, he walked out of his family. It was the worst part of his day, as he had to stare at the unpleasant faces of Lun and her daughter.

"Good morning, Your Majesty," he said, bowing to the Alpha before taking a seat. The dining room was arranged in such a way that one of the long ends of the table was pushed against the wall. The king sat at one short end, the queen at the opposite end, and the exposed long end had two seats. One for the princess, and another for him.

He hated that he had to sit beside her for each meal.

"Son," the king said with a smile, "You are quite late for breakfast."

There was a snort from the Queen as she heard her husband call him "son".

"I apologize, your highness," Logan replied.

"Did you have trouble sleeping?" The king, Thaddeus, asked.

"Not at all," Logan replied. "I had a good night's rest."

"You do not look like you did," Thaddeus said worriedly.

"The food will get cold," Luna Candace commented with a tight smile. She hated how attention had been drawn to Logan.

"You are right, my dear," replied Thaddeus. "Let us dig in."

As courtesy mandated, Logan waited for everyone to take a bite of their food before he bit into his. He got a sneer from Luna but did not mind.

"Father," it was Getrude that spoke. She was the King and Queen's only child. "I hear you will be traveling."

"Ah yes." Thaddeus wiped his mouth with a napkin. "There is a meeting of Alpha's to go on at SilverLine."

"Shall you have escorts?" Logan asked, genuinely worried. Silverline was the center of all werewolf packs. For every six full moons, the Alpha's of each pack usually held a meeting to renew peace treaties, settle disputes, and whatnot, but sometimes it ended in bloody conflicts that turned into full-blown wars.

"I do not think that concerns you, dear Logan," Candace said in a biting tone. "Do not involve yourself in these complex matters."

"I shall," Thaddeus replied, ignoring his wife. "I wanted you to escort me at first, but I think it will be better if you stay behind and help me supervise the guards. Desdemona will most likely be present."

Logan sucked in a sharp breath at that name. Anger coursed through his veins, and water was getting ready to sit at the corners of his eyes, but he tried not to let his emotions show. He knew he could not afford to show any sign of weakness or bitterness.

He gave a tight smile, dropping his cutlery, and then he put his hands underneath the table on his lap, balling them into fists. "I understand your concern, your majesty."

As he said those words through almost gritted teeth, Logan felt a warm hand squeeze his hands under the table.

He shot a suspicious glance at Getrude, who gave him a soft and shy smile before looking away and retracting her hands.

Why on earth is she comforting me? Thought Logan to himself.

            
            

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