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liviusofpella · 1 year

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one: let's meet again, for the first time

Pairing: currently ambiguous, f!MC (Niamh) x Cal, f!MC (Niamh) x (m!OC) Xander

Book: Nightbound

Word count: 3450

Rating: T

Warnings: cursing, mention of drugs

Category: (according to choices) horror; short-series, supernatural, romance

A/n: I'm not sure how my brain works and I don't think I want to find out, but this was first inspired by toss a coin to a witcher, but here we are. Bon appétit.

I’ve teased about writing it for years (literally), so I’m just as surprised as those of you who remember me talking about it, that I’m actually publishing it 😂

Quick introduction:

Initially, Niamh stayed in NOLA for a few months but eventually left

Throughout the events of the book, Niamh and Cal did not romance each other, but they had a short-lived fling several weeks after the fight with Thomas

By any means, I do not promise to be faithful to the original in terms of... anything. If something is not as it was in the book, it's because I deliberately changed it.

Setting: a year after the events of Nightbound

Tag list: @ladylamrian @lazypartridge @ginnyginsposts @brycesgirl @cashweasel @lilyoffandoms @choicesficwriterscreations (if you wish to be added or taken off the list, dm me! as usual, sorry if I forgot about someone)

pinterest boards for the vibes: niamh | cal | xander | crystaval / lamrian

Nothing can prepare you for grief. There is no handbook of conduct, and it does not get easier the second time.

Until forced to spend hours by herself in a spacious chamber, Niamh never thought of her as a survivor or as bearing any trauma. It was half past midnight by New Orleans’ time, the air was heavy and suffocating despite the downpour outside. She's been in Crystaval for over a year, learning the ways of conduct, history, military strategy and magic when despite Lady Avyanna’s motto of nipping one’s emotions in the bud, Niamh fell into panic. She always thought that grief only concerned those who lost someone dear to them, but having spent many hours in isolation she realised that she was grieving her old life, the one she was ready to leave behind before agreeing to stay in Crystaval.

"My Lady, a visitor has arrived."

She nodded almost imperceptibly as her eyes continued to observe the reflection in the mirror. A young woman was staring back at her, clothed in luxurious fabric, wearing a thousand-year-old jewellery, one that created the impression of a powerful, steady leader.

Straightening her back, Niamh rose up, and followed her aide towards the Grand Hall.

“Is everything ready for the announcement?”

“Yes, my Lady.”

“Who is the guest?”

“A young man from your birth realm. A nighthunter. He said the matter is urgent.”

Her heart skipped a beat, but her face remained impassive. The clicking of her heels reverberated in the spacious hall, blending with the happy chirping of the dwarf kingfishers, birds native to Crystaval, until a high-pitched ringing forced her to stop and lean against the wall. Alerted, Xander scanned the surroundings and, having found nobody around, placed a hand on Niamh’s back. “Breathe, Nia,” he said softly, stroking her skin.

The sense of duty threatened to blow his chest apart. Xander knew that this condition was unusual, possibly life-threatening, thus could not be taken lightly; however, Niamh made it very clear that this should stay between them. Since he was subordinate to her and not the Queen, Xander was obliged to follow the orders of the heiress to the throne.

Niamh bit her lip when the ringing became louder, clouding her mind and making her lose her balance.

“We should tell someone about this, it’s potentially dangerous and happens too frequently lately,” Xander murmured while delicately wiping the golden tears off her cheeks.

“Don’t you dare,” she threatened. “I have it under control.”

Closing her eyes, Niamh took a couple of deep breaths, waiting for her heartbeat to slow down. When she opened her eyes, she found Xander piercing her with his gaze.

“Let’s go.”

Familiar laughter echoed in the spacious room.

“What brings you to Crystaval?”

“What the actual fuck, Niamh?”

The royal guards eyed the nighthunter, looking alerted, but the blonde did not pay them any attention. Xander stepped closer, his hand already on the hilt of his dagger. Noticing the mobilisation, Niamh intervened: “At ease, he's a friend. Why don’t we step outside?”

In comparison to Crystaval, Lamrian's gardens were mundane, stale, boring even. The water had a purplish tint, the sky was adorned with two suns—Halcyona, the crimson giant, and Eirele, a smaller one, yet still bigger than Earth’s sun was slightly peachy. The scarce clouds were pink, and the air smelled of the lush greenery surrounding them. Nik found himself fascinated by the landscape, especially because he’s never been allowed to Crystaval, but his eyes never left Niamh's silhouette.

“You said you were coming back home,” Nik started, fumbling with his leather glove.

“This is my home.”

“Don't play dumb, rookie, you know damn well what I mean. All of a sudden, you decided to become, what, a queen? How come no one in the supernatural world knew about this? How is it even possible? Elric wasn't exactly that much of a big shot."

Niamh sighed quietly and began smoothing out her baby blue dress in an attempt to hide the trembling of her hands. “The throne is rightfully mine, but no, I am not a queen yet. Since Lady Thalissa preferred to remain in the colony, it became my duty to care for the folk of Crystaval as well as maintain peace among all seven realms,” she looked up and was immediately met with a pair of piercing grey eyes. “The kind fae of the Lavender City were asked to keep the new administration a secret until told otherwise, as we did not want unfit creatures knowing the authority was weak and unstable. Soon, the news will spread. I have gone through extensive teachings of Sir Xander about the history, politics, and militarization, as well as Lady Avyanna's magical training. Tomorrow, we’ll issue a statement of Crystaval’s readiness to aid other realms should they need it.”

Nik chuckled at the ridiculousness of this situation and averted his gaze, letting it fall on a peculiar looking plant, transforming right in front of his eyes. The flower’s petals were similar to regular lilies in shape, yet its colour differed from what Nik knew back from his realm. The pitch black of the petals was brought out by the elongated, luminescent cyan stamen, and the longer he looked, the more drawn into them he was.

“Don’t stare for too long, or you’ll hallucinate for several days,” Niamh warned. The nighthunter reluctantly obeyed. “Cyan Lily Regina, the hidden treasure of the realm. These stamens hide the dose of cyanide that could easily kill entire kingdoms. The most dangerous poison in all seven realms.”

Nik coughed. “I assume Sir Xander is the one watching me like a hawk?”

“Yes. He’s the royal advisor and the head of the army, you can trust him.”

“Sure I can,” Nik mumbled mockingly and lowered his voice to make Xander’s eavesdropping job much harder. “Niamh, what actually happened?”

“Queen Nymeria of Crystaval visited me in a vision two weeks after I left and requested that I visit her urgently. During the meeting, she explained that my father was her son, fourth in line to the throne. The rest of her children died under the attack of Svarvali tribes two days before she contacted me, which made me the last rightful heiress.”

“Elric must've been the long-lost child, I suppose,” Nik commented, gathering his thoughts. Ever since it was brought to his attention that Niamh might have indeed resided in either Lamrian or Crystaval, he began studying the fae’s politics, history, developing an unhealthy obsession with the royal bloodline. He noticed discrepancies within the official family tree, and according to his research, at least one heir was removed from the official data.

He made a mental note to update his notes. His gaze kept coming back to the flower.

“Her Majesty is approaching her final days. Having in mind the balance of all the realms, Lady Fate warned the Queen that she must train the heir and since I had demonstrated magical abilities, I was considered a prospective heiress immediately. Now I serve as the Queen's First Lady. With the aid of the royal advisors, I carry out Her Majesty's duties as she is no longer able to perform them. May I ask what brought you here?” Niamh resumed.

Nik squared his shoulders and sighed heavily as his fingers caressed the engraved hilt of his dagger.

“You ain't gonna like it, I'm afraid,” he admitted. “Something’s goin’ on in the bayou, it’s messing with the pack's minds," Nik continued, averting his gaze when Niamh finally looked at him. He cleared his throat. "They're nervous, angry—well, angrier than usual. Kinda hard to explain. They say they can hear the voices of their dead loved ones convincing them to give in to their primal needs, to kill, slaughter. Embrace the wolf, or some bullshit. One of them attacked a witch coven last night. They barely made it out alive."

Niamh frowned. "You came all the way here to bother the Queen about a vengeful evil spirit? It's a good thing you met me instead."

“I’ve checked every position in the bestiary, so trust me when I say it ain't no evil spirit, rook— Niamh. It's been going on for weeks, people keep disappearing and the pack's becoming a real pain in the ass, so you might wanna move your royal ass to New Orleans and play Moulder and Scully to figure out what's going on because neither me nor Kathy have a clue how to stop it. Besides, I had a hunch I might find you here.”

“You had no way of knowing that.”

“You’re underestimating my detective abilities.”

"Do you mean pestering Lady Fate for information for so long that she either gives it to you or curses you?" Niamh raised her eyebrow, smiling softly, and Nik averted his gaze yet again. She noticed a fresh scar on the left side of his face, which he skilfully hid until now. "What happened?"

He shrugged uncomfortably. "Your local werewolf leader wasn't a fan of my interrogation techniques."

"Octavia isn't a fan of you as far as I remember. She probably just waited for an occasion."

His brows knitted. "Last I checked, Octavia got her ass beaten during the competition. She was licking her wounds for weeks."

"Competition?"

"Ain't you supposed to know all that's hanging in our realm?"

Niamh blushed. Indeed, she was supposed to know that, and to a great extent she did—she just didn't want to receive any updates on the NOLA werewolf pack.

Quickly realising his mistake, Nik added:

"There were two candidates and neither wanted to step down, so according to some kind of their law they had to fight for the position. Cal spared her life, which was apparently very controversial, but yeah, he won anyway."

"Cal never wanted to be the Alpha, why did he change his mind?"

He shrugged and pointed towards the scar with his finger. "Take it up with him, we ain't on the best terms."

"Very well," she agreed, breaking eye contact. "Give me fifteen minutes."

“I hate portals,” Nik mumbled and took a look around. “You took us to the bayou already, great, it’ll save us some time.”

Niamh took a look around at the familiar wooden houses, the lake she used to watch every evening as Cal promised her to see fairies there, and the common bonfire area they used to spend many nights by. Her mouth felt dry at the thought of meeting him again.

“Alrighty, so a little heads-up—the chick you see next to Cal is Vivian, his unbearable, sassy girlfriend or whatever they call it. A real bitch, if you ask me, embodies everything I hate 'bout werewolves. Massive pain in the ass, too.”

Niamh nodded, ignoring the pinch in her chest at the sight of Cal’s arm around the woman’s waist. You have no right to feel that way, she reminded herself as they made their way towards the small congregation of men. Pack meeting. She remembered how Cal would ask her to stay home until he came back from those meetings, so she wouldn't accidentally interrupt. Pack meetings were in a way sacred to the participants, but the blond nighthunter paid little attention to that detail. Following him, Niamh soon stood in front of the pack leader, giving a stern look to a wolf next to him, ready to pounce on her. Suddenly changing his mind, he backed down and others followed suit.

Nik cleared his throat. "See, I brought in help."

Holding his gaze turned out to be one of the hardest tasks she’s ever been granted. She felt her eyelids twitch and hands shake, her brain was telling her to look away and run, but as a representative of Crystaval on official business that was not an option she could use. Straightening her back, she tightened her jaw and assumed an impassive expression. Cal could hear the pounding of her heart, she knew that. There was no fooling him. However, having observed him for a few weeks, she also knew how to read him, thus it was easy for her to see his confusion and the perplexed look on his face.

"How the hell is she going to help?"

Nik's gloved hand flipped Niamh’s long hair onto her back, revealing a string of golden runes on the side of her neck, old-nymetic runes that every supernatural creature knew about and was taught to respect. The runes said as follows: a high-ranking Crystaval royal, under royal guard's protection, powerful magic wielder, dragon protector. Child of the storm. And an augury rune, mysterious and portentous.

Crystaval royals were considered a very specific, hermetic group. They were those who held true power and ruled the supernatural world in all seven realms, those whose power far exceeded even the Fate's. Extensive training and versatile knowledge made them the most skilled, knowledgeable magic wielders in the universe. Hardly ever they were to leave Crystaval so as not to meddle in ordinary affairs, all of them marked with a person specific number of ancient golden runes, unforgeable, known to everyone.

Cal remembered his mother telling him not to ever cross people with golden runes, especially those with the augury rune. He never learned what it meant, but seeing one on his ex-girlfriend’s neck worried him.

Vivian spoke up. "Do you expect us to bow? Cause wolves don't do that, especially not in front of half-bloods."

Nik's brows perked up in surprise, yet he couldn't contain a mocking chuckle. "Feisty. And stupid."

"Viv," Cal warned, growling deep in his chest, his grip tightening on her hip.

"I don't care for your bows," Niamh responded calmly, her gaze pining the woman in front of her. "However, be advised who you're speaking to, as the next time I’ll order my guard to have your head impaled and exhibited as a warning."

The coolness and self-confidence in her voice made Nik's heart skip a beat in the most negative sense of the word. Sensing the threat, Vivian, unwillingly, bowed her head a little in a gesture of apology. Cal spoke up.

"So I assume you're here about Mason. We already interrogated him, he doesn't remember much more than I've told you over the phone," he addressed Nik. "I'm afraid you came here in vain."

"That remains to be seen, our neighbourhood fae queen-to-be appears to have some new powers to show off."

"Queen?"

In her head, she punched Nik in the arm with all her might. In reality, though, her eyes shyly met Cal's and despite the sudden urge to run at the familiar warmth, she spoke up.

"Yes, Queen Nymeria's journey in the far realm is coming to an end, and I was appointed her successor."

Cal choked down the urge to say "the hell?" hearing the manner of her speech. Niamh seemed brainwashed, perhaps indeed trained to become one of the most powerful figures in the supernatural world. It wasn't the same person he woke up to every morning last year.

"Listen, it's a mystery to me too, but we have more pressing matters on our hands now, don't we?"

Cal nodded. The pack meeting was rescheduled, and he led his guests toward a small wooden cabin, hidden deeper in the forest. Mason let them in wordlessly.

Niamh observed Mason while him, Nik, and Cal gave an account of the events of the night when he "lost control" as he called it. Finally, she addressed her companions. "Isn't it similar to the case of Jimmy?"

"Jimbo," Nik corrected her. "I mean, kinda, but not entirely. Jimbo, as it turned out, was poisoned and with him being a werewolf it didn't kill him but made him go feral. Mason was aggressive, but he kept mentioning voices."

"He got into a fight with several other pack members and mauled them pretty badly, but he was still able to obey me. I'm no expert on spells and witchcraft, but could it be that? We do have beef with another pack and several witches, maybe they decided to take revenge?"

Niamh shook her head. "I would feel it. There's no magic involved. Are you sure it's not some illegal substances from a new source?" she addressed the man on the sofa.

He looked up at her, shyly, unsure how he should show her respect. "I don't use, Lady."

Having pondered over the possibility of using magic on him long enough, Niamh proposed going through the werewolf's memories "It's not going to be comfortable, but I need you to stay as relaxed as possible and don't block your memories," she instructed, taking a seat on the armchair next to him. He nodded.

Cal nudged the nighthunter on his right, focused on polishing his pocket knife. Niamh kept instructing the werewolf in the other room. "Do you feel it?"

"Feel what?"

"The power she holds. It's… I've never felt anything like this. It makes you obey her even, the air feels different around her."

"What about last year?"

"Not to that extent. You can easily tell she's from Crystaval now."

Nik hummed, thinking of Cal’s words. "Fascinating," he muttered, watching one of the runes on her neck shimmer as she worked her magic on Mason. Leaning across the door frame with his hands crossed on his chest, Cal observed it as well, trying to wrap his head around the fact of how much she has changed in a year. "Well?"

"There's nothing,” she said, calmly, taking her time with the answer. Her hand touched Mason’s cheek as if in a soothing gesture.

"So maybe magic after all?" Cal suggested.

"No, there's nothing. Absolutely no recollection of that day. That's dark sorcery. You must have made enemies with someone more important than a local witch coven, Cal."

Take it easy today, she addressed the werewolf and exited his house. Cal followed.

"Should I call you your majesty now?"

"Not yet."

Taking his place next to her, the werewolf folded his arms.

"Nik told me you're the Alpha now. How come? The last time we saw each other, you wanted to leave this place and lead a quiet, peaceful life."

"A lot has changed since you ran away."

She turned her head to the other side, pretending to be looking at a passing dog. Of course, he held a grudge, she would as well. She left for no apparent reason. Cal sighed.

"The pack needed a strong leader. We've been having some issues with the Texas pack, and Octavia would just escalate the conflict to the point of a war."

"What do they want from you?"

"Beats me," he crossed his arms on his chest. "They're just sending threats for now. No demands."

“There’s something about him that just doesn’t sit right with me,” Nik interrupted, closing the front door. “You sure didn’t see anything suspicious?”

“No. How did you know how to find me? The court made sure the information would not get out until the right time."

"Yeah, believe me, I've noticed. Your secrecy cost me another round of stripping for the Fate and almost getting cursed, but she budged."

"Why were you looking for me?"

"Cause of Cal, obviously. He said your disappearance was weird, that your phone number no longer existed, and your mother said she hasn't seen you in months. Kristin was surprised as well. It got me thinking you might've fled to Lamrian, but it looks like you managed to made enemies there," he nudged her shoulder playfully. "Come on, spill, what'd you do to poor Thalissa?"

Cal looked up at her, his interest piqued.

"She believes I'm unworthy of taking my father’s rightful place on the Crystaval throne," she shrugged. "Don't believe in Lamrian's mushy sweet facade, Nik. Those who live there are expatriates from Crystaval, often times criminals who found refuge in Lamrian, which is basically n outlaw colony. Thalissa's protective domes aren't for bloodwraiths, they're for Crystaval's officials."

"What about Garrus?"

"As far as I know, he's free to come back."

"Does he know that? Cause he sure doesn't seem to."

"We've notified him several times. It was the first decree I issued when I gained influence."

Nik sighed heavily, looking around the bayou in thought. “Can we talk about this over a drink or is your curfew up?”

#choices nightbound #nightbound #nik ryder #cal lowell #oc: xander cadoret #playchoicesgame #choices stories you play #cfwc fics of the week #cfwc #proofreading is great but when you do it for the 5th time in such a long text its no longer fun #that being said - the text is proofread to a degree #if you find mistakes..... keep reading #i will find them as well #one day

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liviusofpella · 1 year

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♡ One: Let's Meet Again, for the First Time [T | Cal x Niamh, Niamh x Xander]

After a year, Nik finds Niamh in an unexpected place.

#choices nightbound #nightbound #nik ryder #cal lowell #vera reimonenq #choices katherine #mc: niamh #oc: xander cadoret #playchoices game #choices stories you play #playchoices #playchoicesgame

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playchoicesgame · 1 year

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Happy Halloween!! 🎃👻🖤✨

Thank you ouchimaro (IG) for this adorable and spooky commission of my Bloodbound MC, Alex 🥰

#happy halloween #bloodbound #playchoices #choices game #choices stories you play #pixelberry choices #playchoicesgame art commissions

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playchoicesgame · 2 years

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Immortal Desires Chapter 15: Your Final Stand

Cas Harlow x Parker Reese

The series finale of Immortal Desires has officially been released and I only know one thing… I am NOT ready to say goodbye to these two. I have grown to absolutely love Parker and Cas with all of my heart and I will love them forever and always.

Artist credit: @arssel_land (Instagram)

Characters and background belong to Pixelberry Studios from Choices Game

#immortal desires #choices stories you play #choices game #choices vip #cas harlow #Cas Harlow x Parker Reese #art commission #playchoicesgame art commissions

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playchoicesgame · 2 years

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Just thinking about ✨ them ✨ 💘

#the most beautiful LIS #i love them so much #cas harlow #immortal desires #choices game #choices stories you play #choices vip #playchoicesgame edits

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ladylamrian · 2 years

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My Edit: The Ryder Family (Nightbound)

An edit I made where my F!MC and Nik Ryder are parents and created a family. Let my imagination live, okay?!! Jason Ryder (adoptive child) and Elissa Ryder (youngest child). She wasn't adopted. The names were my idea, and the daughter's name, Elissa, is a combination of Elric+Thalissa.

Assets used:

Boy: Highschool Story Class Act body, outfit and face + Logan hairstyle (Ride or Die)

Girl: Highschool Story Class Act body and face + Highschool Story Class Act outfit + color changed Sunkissed hairstyle + eye color change

🆕️ Plus, I wanted to color the pink part of her hair silver/white, but I had trouble with that, so @korgmadeocs helped me with that. He even changed the eye colors of the girl like I wanted. Please, zoom closer to see :)

Tagging: @nbappreciationweek (Day 8: Bonus) ; @bloodboundismylife ; @kinda-iconic

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ladylamrian · 3 years

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The Beauty and the Beast 🌹🐺✨️

Female Main Character: Alex

Pairing: Alex (f!MC) x Cal Lowell

Summary: A dangerous beast fell in love with a beautiful woman.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Werewolf Romance, Death, Drama, Violence, Blood ⚠️ (...but Happy Ending!)

Taglist: @choicesficwriterscreations ; @kinda-iconic ; @bloodboundismylife ; @nbappreciationweek (Day 1: Cal Lowell) I hope it's good since it's my first Cal-fic 👀

"Don't go anywhere, lock the door and stay inside my apartment until I don't come back. Understood, rookie?", the hunter explained Alex who had to agree.

After the hunter left to meet Katherine, Alex waited a few minutes to make sure he doesn't come back before she could sneak out to meet her lover. She should have listened to her bodyguard but meeting Cal Lowell was more important to her.

Sneaking out of Nik's apartment, she made sure that no one saw her on her way out into the woods. Alex covered her beautiful, silver hair by wearing a red hood or else someone would recognize her and tell Nik. After strolling through the dark woods, she arrived infront of a tiny, wooden house which had a beautiful garden. That was the house of her lover, Cal. The girl had no other choice because her bodyguard, Nik Ryder wouldn't allow her to go alone into the dangerous woods to meet Cal and she didn't wanted him to know about Cal. Nik is a hunter and Cal is a werewolf. The hunter hates werewolves. They're strong beasts who have the nature to hunt whatever they like while the hunters hunt them to protect humans and prevent any harm. But Cal, he wasn't like the other werewolves. His heart was pure gold, always respects everyone and doesn't see violence as a solution. Cal never harmed anyone, not even humans and he would never treat anyone wrong. For Alex, he's a hero who deserves to become the alpha of his pack which is lead by a dangerous and aggressive werewolf. One of the reasons why Cal doesn't want to be part of his pack. He doesn't like how the werewolves bully eachother to show their strenght and to impress the female's which aren't treated very well. For him, women should be respected and honoured just like he honours Alex, his true love who he met a few months ago by saving her life from a bear while she was hunting. Since then they have fallen for eachother and their love has been growing more and more. Bound by Love, not by the hunt.

"Alex? Is that you?", a familiar voice interrupted her thoughts. She turned around and found Cal a few meters behind her who just arrived home. To prove herself right, she removed the red hood and uncovered her typical silver hair which no one in the city had and let them be taken by the windy breeze. The man finally recognized her, ran happily towards and held her love for a long time. His hands brushing her long, wavy hair and then he kissed her. Kissed to tell her how much he missed her, how much he cared about her and how much he loved her.

"Alex, I missed you so much. I haven't seen you for weeks, my beauty.", he told her and broke the passionate kiss to let her answer.

"Oh Cal, I missed you too but... The hunters, they wouldn't let me go anywhere anymore and I don't know why."

"If he treats you bad then I..."

"No Cal, Nik treats me well. Don't worry about him, it's my own mother who tasked him to become my bodyguard. She's a hunter too and wants me to follow into her footsteps. I think she hired Nik to take care of me because she has doubts that I..."

"About our secret meetings?", he asked her and she nodded and wrapped her arms around him to search comfort.

"Cal, I've made a decision! For the sake of our love, I will leave the hunters."

"But you always wanted to become part of the hunters?"

"And now I don't want to if it means that I have to hunt you one day, Cal. I'm a hunter and you're a beast. Our love is forbidden which is why I will leave the hunters for good because I love you.", Alex confessed her true feelings which made Cal happy. She chose the path of love and not the path of war.

Cal rested his hand on the hollow of her waist, and hers on his relaxed shoulder, Alex giggled as he led him in tentative waltz steps, and she followed.

"My big bad wolf, what have you planned in your mind? And where did you learned how to dance that good.", she smiled at him. "Cal, I want you to unleash your inner wolf, your wilder side.", she also requested while dancing.

"With you by my side, anything is possible. I will do whatever you want, my beauty."

Cal did what she said and shapeshifted in his werewolf form, but their dance continued. They twirled together in the clearing and the silver moon was high in the sky. Their love to eachother was pure and true. Everything around faded away and for a moment they felt like they became one. One no one could seperate until a loud voice brought the Wolf and his girl back into reality.

"Hey you nasty beast, stay away from her!!", Nik's voice rang from the distance and caught both lovers attention. Both of them sepparated a few meters from eachother as Nik who was standing next Katherine and was aiming his crossbow at Cal. Quickly, Cal shifted back into his human form and streched his both arms above, to show the hunters that he has no bad intentions.

"Nik, Katherine, please don't hurt him. He didn't do anything wrong...", Alex begged but was immediatly cut of by Nik's words.

"I caught you this time red-handed, rook. Can't believe you sneak out of my apartment every night, to meet a werewolf? You broke my trust."

"You have to face big consequences and the rest of the hunters won't forgive you for your betrayal, Alex. Now to the wolf, who's gonna pay for luring my friend. He's gonna pay with his life. Nik, fire the arrow!! Now!!!", Katherine ordered and the holy light arrow left his crossbow and was flying towards the wolf. But Alex was faster and placed herself infront of her lover to protect him.

"Aaaahhh!"

"Alex? Noooo!"

Screams errupted as the hunters realized that the arrow hit her friend instead of the werewolf. Cal caught her injured girlfriend in his arms who was loosing a lot of blood.

"Alex, no! Why did you do this? Please be okay, I won't let anything happen to you. Why did you... Nooo, please!", Cal's voice trembled and his eyes were filled with tears.

"Because you deserve better. I love you, Cal.", she wispered in his ear before her eyes shut down. Forever.

"Rookie!", Nik screamed, let his crossbow fall and rushed towards her body. But before he could even reach her, Cal shifted into his werewolf form and tore the hunter apart into tiny pieces. Blood gushing from his body. Cal Lowell who never hurt anyone in his whole life, killed the hunter who's arrows hit the love of his life.

"Arrrrooooo!!"

"You killing machine, I'm gonna take revenge of what you did to Alex and Nik. I'll let all the hunters know!!", Katherine swore her revenge and ran away to plan the upcoming attack on the werewolf, Cal Lowell.

And with that, the red curtains began to fall and a huge applause was filled in the Graveyard Shift.

"C'est magnificent, mon amies!! What a incredible show, you guys almost made me cry.", Luc applaused, wiped the tears from his eyes and handed another tissue to Vera who also got very emotional by her friend's little roleplay. All the actors, Alex, Nik, Cal and Katherine appeared from behind the tiny stage where they performed their little play which was written by Krom.

"Happy Birthday, Krom!! I hope you like our little surprise role play, because the love story you wrote between the girl and the werewolf was so romantic, emotional and full of drama. I loved it!!", Alex excitedly squeaked who enjoyed her role and planted a sweet kiss on Cal's cheek, to reward his acting skills.

"It was amazing, thank you. I felt every single line I wrote and for a moment I got scared.", Krom admitted to his friends.

"Don't worry, Nik didn't used his real arrows, these were all special effects and part of Luc's tricks to make it all look real.", Cal explained and showed him the fake blood which was applied on Alex, Nik and on his own hands.

"Well, I didn't liked my role at all!", Nik began to argue. "Why were the hunters the bad ones in the play?"

Both nighthunters, Nik und Katherine weren't proud about their roles and didn't even wanted to play along but they got convinced by Alex's puppy eyes. Alex felt guilty and was about to apologize until Katherine handeled it.

"Come on, Ryder. Don't be a jerk, it was kinda fun to play the evil guys for once", the huntress told him which made him grin a little.

"Fine, Katy. But next time, I won't fall for any of Alex's puppy eyes."

"Puppy eyes are my girl's speciality which I can't resist", Cal laughed and gave her a kiss.

After the gang finished celebrating Krom's birthday, they all left home. Alex and Cal walked back to Cal's wooden house into the woods which actually became her house too after she moved in with him.

"You're acting skills were amazing, Cal.", she squeaked excitedly and rested her hand on his strong shoulder.

"Alex, they were amazing because they weren't acting skills at all. They were my true feelings towards you, every single word was real. I love you, my beauty!"

"I love you too, my beast."

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Nightbound - Christmas Special (Chapter 5: Lair of Luxury)

Female Main Character: Alex

Summary of this chapter: Vera arrives home and rejects her mother's offer.

Word counting: 570 words

Rating: General

Warnings: none

Author's note: Very short chapters will be included which will give the readers a small glimpse/glance in the character's history about Christmas.

Sorry for my bad English, because it’s not my first or second language. Also this is the first time I’m writing such a big story. Also my keypad automatically changes a few words by mistake.

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After hanging out with her friends at the Graveyard Shift, Garrus's bar, Vera Reimonenq went home. She was about to head up the rotating stairs to her room until she heard her mother's voice calling. She appeared from another room with a cup of tea in her hand.

"Vera baby, you're home. Are you heading upstairs, hon'?"

"How does it look like, mom? I'm heading to bed early, because tomorrow night is a big event I'll be attending and I still have to go shopping. Good night, mom.", Vera replied and was about to head upstairs, but again stopped because her mother spoke. Tonya got interested and asked her daughter about the event, but Vera refused to give her more information. You never know what Tonya Reimonenq and her goons are capable of, or how many connections they have.

"That's alright if you don't want to tell, my baby. Do you want to join me at Persephone for a while instead of going to bed early?"

"Forget it, no way I'm entering your nasty Club to join your illegal business. Cage fights, seriously mother?", Vera argued and glared at her.

Vera lived with her mother, Tonya Reimonenq in a big mansion a luxurious life, but she didn't live a very easy life. Afterall she's the daughter of an assasian leader, Tonya Reimonenq who called herself Lady Smoke. With the help of the "Reimonenq Touch", a curse inherited from her ancestors, Tonya's able to kill everyone she touched with her bare hands. Even Vera had the same abbility, but she kept it as a secret by wearing vintage gloves because she did not wanted to use this abbility unlike her mother. That's why everyone fears the Reimonenq family and no one would want to land on Lady Smoke's bad side. She was very powerful, wealthy and rich. She owned "Club Persephone" and was the queen of the criminal undergrounds of New Orleans. Tonya wanted her daughter to follow her path, but Vera refused. Vera hoped to find a way to break that curse, but she always failed her mission. That's why she decided to stay away from her mother and started her own, new life.

"Oh come on, Vera baby. Are you going to speak to your mother like this, with Christmas just around the corner? Remember when you were young, how we both celebrated Christmas together in Persephone?"

"Don't try to manipulate me, mother! I was young and had no idea what was going on. Christmas is a heartwarming festival to share time with eachother and have fun. Every time we both were spending time together, your goons were out there in the dark robbing and hurting people. I bet that the presents you always gave me were expensive, stolen items.", Vera angrily said to her mother, but Tonya wasn't mad at her. A crooked smile appeared on her face.

"My Vera baby is a clever girl just like me. But you have to admit, that you really enjoyed our time together and loved my presents. Am I right?", she asked her daughter.

Vera got a guilty feeling, because her mother was right. The presents she always received and the time they spent together gave her a nice feeling and she truely enjoyed it. She found it hard to admit that sometimes she didn't hated her mom, that instead she thought her mom is incredible and she wished she could be just like her: strong, determined, and unafraid.

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