The Lycan's Forbidden Mate novel Chapter 1
Kapitel 1: Fire Storm
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“Do not hesitate, it only brings nothing more but death.” A raspy stern voice instructed in a strict voice.
The young woman stood still in an unusually quiet sparring arena, with a black blindfold wrapped tightly around her eyes to ensure she couldn’t see anything.
She let out a deep forced sigh, her shoulders relaxed and her fingers which could be seen from her bandaged hands wiggled easily.
“You speak like I am afraid of death.” She spoke with pride, her eyes rolled in disdain beneath the blindfold .
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“Your pride will be the death of you!” The raspy voice yelled in a offended voice. Her statement had angered him.
She scoffed.
“Ophelia Viadislav!” The voice yelled with rage.
“Hmm?” She asked nonchalantly.
Looking back, Ophelia wished she had been raised to be a prefect princess. Attending etiquette classes, attending balls for attention, gossiping about handsome, ugly, strong, and weak princes, and obsessing over dresses, shoes, and makeup.
Sigh. Nonetheless, she was still a princess, but her title, ‘Princess Ophelia Viadislav,’ was vastly different. Instead of taking etiquette classes, she had been taking sword fighting classes since she could walk and had been beaten to near death when she failed. She could now handle any weapon. She could basically turn anything into a weapon. Instead of seeking attention, she went to balls as an assassin. And as for gossiping, it couldn’t be called that when she needed to know everything about someone because they were her targets to kill. Dresses, shoes, and makeup were all normal things for her to think about. Maybe.
“Concentrate and strike. Think about nothing but striking.” A strained raspy old voice chanted incessantly.
Her bandaged hands clenched into strong ball fist, her mind relaxed and her cracked bloody lip parted slightly allowing a forced breath to escape through her mouth.
“Now!” The voice screamed.
The stone ground beneath her feet vibrated, and she felt a force coming at her quickly. Smirking, she turned to her right side and punched the hard chested incoming person who appeared in front of her using his speed.
“Ah!” She was overjoyed when she heard a deep voice yell out in pain. “Ophelia! Not on my chest, please.” The whining voice made her scoff.
“I am allowed to hit you anywhere.” She spoke proudly, removed the blindfold and tossed it away, her hazel gray eyes twinkling with pride as she narrowed her gaze to the tall strong built man in front of her who had a deep frown on his gorgeous face and his hand on his affected chest.
“Brute.” He snapped, his face creased in pain.
“Dummy.” Ophelia snapped at him, teasingly squinting her eyes at him.
There was no denying their resemblance. There were two identical peas from the same pod that were different in terms of their masculine and feminine appearances, from their long dark brown hair to their fiercely hypnotic hazel gray eyes.
Ophelia and River Viadislav were twins.
“This is not the time to have fun!” The raspy strained voice yelled, and an old wrinkling man with long white hair, fuzzy beards, and a large robe that almost swallowed him up appeared in front of them, frowning.
“But we weren’t playing,” Ophelia muttered, averting her gaze from the old man.
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