Bond By The Silverblood
🌹 A While Apart but Close by Hearts
By Mizh Jenny
Cathrina and Edward were never meant to be apart...
But life pulled them away, leaving only letters, memories, and the bond of their hearts.
Distance tested their love, time challenged their patience...
Can a love that survived miles survive destiny?
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Chapter 2
🐺 CHAPTER TWO - The Alpha of Shadows
Dark, slow-burn tension. Approx. 900+ words.
Lyra had never moved this fast in her life.
Kael's hand gripped hers firmly as he led her through the bleeding glow of the forest, each step silent despite his size. He moved like a shadow-dangerous, controlled, entirely focused.
Behind them, distant howls chased the wind.
Lyra's heart hammered, but Kael didn't look back once.
He didn't need to.
He could hear everything.
Branches cracked-far left, maybe a mile away.
Kael's head tilted slightly. "Rogues. Three of them."
"How do you know?"
He didn't answer. His silver eyes flickered, and his grip tightened, pulling her closer to his side as if he could shield her from the world.
The forest began to open, and Lyra's breath caught.
A vast valley lay ahead, filled with mist, moonlit stone, and towering wooden structures carved with runes. Torches burned blue fire along a long bridge stretching toward an enormous gate.
A territory. A fortress. A pack.
"Welcome to Draven Hollow," Kael said.
There was no pride in his voice-only caution.
As they stepped onto the bridge, figures emerged from the mist-wolves shifting into humans, guards stiffening, warriors stepping forward. Some growled low, hackles rising at the sight of her.
A young warrior with scarred cheeks approached.
"Alpha... you brought a human?"
Kael's voice became cold iron.
"She is under my protection."
Whispers broke out immediately.
"Why her?"
"She smells powerful."
"That mark... what is that mark?"
Lyra clutched her sleeve over the faint glow on her arm, the strange birthmark that had begun to pulse under the red moon. She felt exposed, watched, unwanted.
Kael sensed it.
His hand moved subtly behind her back-not touching, but near... close enough that she could feel the heat of his presence.
A silent reassurance.
The scarred warrior bowed his head. "Of course, Alpha."
Kael led her past the guards, through the towering gates, and into the heart of his territory.
Massive wooden halls rose around them, lit with moonfire. Wolves-some human, some shifting-paused to stare at her. Some curious. Some hostile.
Kael ignored all of them.
At the base of a stone staircase, an older woman stepped forward. Her hair was silver braided down her back, and her eyes were sharp but kind.
"Alpha," she said softly. "You finally return."
"Marwen," Kael greeted. "Prepare the lower guest chamber."
Marwen's gaze flicked to Lyra, studying her carefully.
"A guest... or something else?"
Lyra tensed.
Kael's jaw clenched. "She is under the Oath."
Silence fell instantly.
Even the wind seemed to stop.
Marwen's eyes widened. "Kael... no. It awakened?"
Lyra turned to him. "What does that mean? What oath?"
Kael ignored the question.
"Marwen will tend to you," he said, stepping back.
Lyra grabbed his arm before he could move away.
"Wait. You said you'd explain everything."
A muscle in his jaw twitched. His voice dropped low.
"I will. But not here. Too many ears."
She reluctantly released him, and Marwen guided her toward a smaller hall.
Just before the door closed behind them, Lyra glanced back.
Kael was still watching her.
His expression unreadable.
His eyes glowing faintly silver.
As if he feared something... or someone... would take her away the second he looked elsewhere.
---
INSIDE THE GUEST CHAMBER
Marwen shut the door and lit a moonstone lamp, filling the room with soft white-blue glow.
Lyra exhaled shakily. "Everyone kept staring."
"You walked in with the Alpha," Marwen said with a faint smile. "They stare at anything he touches."
Lyra flushed. "He didn't- we're not-"
Marwen held up a hand, amusement flickering.
"I am not accusing you of sharing a bed, child. Only saying the Alpha has never brought a human into his territory. Not once."
Lyra sat down, her fingers trembling.
"What did he mean by 'the Oath'?"
At that, Marwen's face changed-fear, sorrow, understanding.
"The Silverblood Oath is an ancient curse. It binds the Alpha's life to one chosen person - a Seer, a healer, a descendant of old blood."
Lyra's stomach twisted.
"That can't be me. I'm just-"
"Look at your arm," Marwen whispered.
Lyra slowly pushed back her sleeve.
The faint birthmark glowed softly, shaped like a crescent moon broken down the center.
Marwen inhaled sharply.
"Moon Seer lineage... I haven't seen that mark in a century."
Lyra felt sick.
"I don't want any of this."
Marwen softened. "Fate rarely asks what we want, my dear."
The door burst open.
Lyra jumped.
Kael stood there, breathing hard, his eyes flashing silver as if he'd sprinted up the stairs.
"Who touched you?" he demanded, scanning the room. "I heard your heartbeat change."
Lyra blinked. "N-no one touched me. I-I just got scared."
Kael exhaled, shoulders relaxing a little.
But his gaze stayed locked on her.
Possessive. Protective. Conflicted.
"Good," he muttered. Then to Marwen: "Leave us."
Marwen bowed and slipped out.
Kael stepped inside, closing the door behind him.
The moment it clicked shut, silence wrapped around them.
Lyra swallowed hard.
"Kael... what's happening to me?"
He stepped closer, shadows clinging to him, moonlight tracing the silver streaks on his skin.
"The Oath has chosen you," he said quietly.
"And that means I am bound to keep you alive... no matter the cost."
Lyra's heart dropped.
"And if I die?" she whispered.
Kael's voice broke for the first time - raw, painful.
"Then I die with you."
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I was the invisible failure of the Goff family, hiding my medical genius behind a report card full of Fs and a slumped posture. One rainy night, I found a man bleeding out in a dark alley behind the school gymnasium, a knife protruding from his gut.
To keep the police from digging into my secrets, I dragged the dying stranger to my bedroom and stitched him up using a hidden surgical kit. I thought I was being careful, but my cousin Cleora caught a glimpse of the blood and immediately alerted my fiancé's wealthy family.
By morning, my world collapsed as my future in-laws stormed the manor, throwing an annulment agreement at my feet. They called me a "loose woman" and "million-dollar trash," while my own housekeeper gleefully testified against me. At school, the word "SLUT" was spray-painted across my locker in jagged red letters, and the boy I was supposed to marry looked at me with nothing but cold revulsion.
I didn't understand why they were so eager to destroy me before even asking for the truth. I was the one who had spent years protecting this family's reputation, yet they were throwing me to the wolves over a single misunderstanding. I felt a surge of cold fury as I realized my loyalty had been met with nothing but betrayal.
Everything changed when the "dying" stranger finally walked down the stairs, shirtless and bandaged, revealing himself as Braylon Lancaster, the most powerful man in the city. He didn't just defend me; he froze my fiancé's entire family fortune with a single phone call.
As my in-laws fled in terror, a courier arrived with a five-carat pink diamond from the head of the city's most dangerous crime syndicate. The note read: "The debt is acknowledged." Suddenly, I wasn't just a failure anymore-I was the most sought-after woman in the underworld.
9.3
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"Hey, stranger... you look dangerously tempting tonight."
The words slipped out before I could stop myself, and a reckless smile curved on my lips.
He leaned closer, voice deep and taunting. "Careful, Mrs. You might not survive what you're asking for."
His eyes, sharp and unrelenting, pinned me in place. I knew in that instant I was standing before a predator ready to consume me whole. The way his hand brushed against my cheek sent shivers down my spine - and I hated how much I wanted more.
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Step into a story of passion, betrayal, and fate - where one night changes everything.
9.2
When Alma's father stood in front of the bulldozers to protest, the energy company's thugs beat him half to death in the mud.
Instead of arresting the attackers, the police handcuffed her bleeding father and threw him into a cruiser.
"Stay back, kid," the officer barked, shoving Alma away.
Her father was denied bail and framed for assaulting an officer. The corrupt mayor just smiled and told her not to cause a scene. Meanwhile, the company mailed her weeping mother a severance check that barely covered a month of groceries.
Alma was forced to watch her family be completely destroyed by men with money and power.
Kneeling in the cold dirt where her father's blood had spilled, she didn't shed a single tear. The panic in her chest died, replaced by a cold, absolute hatred.
She realized that crying wouldn't do anything. In this world, justice didn't exist for the weak.
Years later, Alma stepped onto a prestigious Ivy League campus, her cheap backpack slung over her shoulder.
She was surrounded by the arrogant children of the very executives who ruined her life.
She lowered her head, hiding her dead eyes, and put on the perfect mask of a timid, helpless charity case.
Undergrad was just a training ground, and these elite kids were just her practice dummies. The hunt was officially on.
9.8
I was an arrogant, canceled reality TV star, trying to salvage my ruined reputation on a live broadcast.
But after I lost my temper and assaulted a cameraman, my furious grandfather chased me into our family's forbidden gallery, where I accidentally crashed into an ancient, sealed portrait.
The canvas shattered, and a terrifying woman with glowing golden eyes stepped out of the wall.
She was Cecil, the First Matriarch of the Marshall family. She caught a lightning bolt with her bare hands and crushed me to my knees with an invisible, suffocating pressure.
My grandfather, instead of saving me, groveled on the floor and abandoned me to her mercy.
"You are the disgrace that will end this family."
She hijacked my entire life, forcing me to act as her submissive baggage handler on my own survival reality show, broadcasting my humiliation to millions.
I didn't understand why this ancient monster was tormenting me. Why did she strip away my pride, treat me like a broken tool, and force me to endure the mockery of the very ex-girlfriend who had ruined my life?
But when those same cast members tried to corner me in the dark woods, Cecil stepped in front of me, her eyes locking onto the silver ring of the man mocking me.
"To catch the wolf, one must sometimes walk with the sheep."
That was when I realized she wasn't here to destroy me—she was here to hunt the parasites who had been secretly siphoning away my life force.
9.2
I woke up suffocating in the dark, only to find my mind trapped inside a tiny, plump, and entirely uncoordinated body.
A cold, mechanical voice echoed in my brain, announcing that I was dead in my original world and had transmigrated into a corporate revenge novel as the six-month-old illegitimate daughter of Edward McClure, the story's ruthless villain.
The system mercilessly outlined my doomed fate. Tonight, my cold-blooded father would abandon me to a state orphanage. By age two, he would officially sign my rights away, leaving me to die miserably at the hands of human traffickers. Outside my nursery, I could hear his terrifying footsteps approaching, his voice devoid of any human warmth as he debated throwing me out like garbage. I was completely helpless, trapped in a baby's body, staring up at a man who looked at me with pure, visceral disgust.
Why did I have to be reborn as the tragic cannon fodder of a tyrant destined to put a bullet in his own head? How was I supposed to win over a severe germaphobe when my unequipped infant reflexes made me literally pee and vomit all over his pristine Tom Ford suits?
"Your ultimate mission is to prevent Edward McClure's self-destruction. Step one: Survive tonight's abandonment crisis."
Hearing the system's terrifying ultimatum, I swallowed my adult panic, forced a pool of pitiful tears into my large eyes, and reached my chubby little hands toward the monster.
8.5
The blood moon was rising...
She was an innocent girl in the village. She was offered to the Dark Forest against her will. The Blood Moon captured her womanhood in the Paradise of Five Werewolves Pack.
She lost her virginity to the Five Werewolves who managed to explore her utmost heavenly discovery. Secretly, she loves the feeling of being subdued by the Dominant werewolves.
She secretly escaped with one of the pack and lived outside the Dark Forest.
The Dark Leader captured the remaining four werewolves of the Dark Forest. Their futures lie in living with humans secretly as a punishment.
They lived alongside the modern civilization of the human world and discovered themselves to be acceptable all along for Love, Secrets, Marriage, and Life.