Hi, everyone.
Below, I’ve written a prologue for a different sort of genre. Now before I decide to post, I’d like to know whether there is any interest in this genre before I post this story. It’s a first for me and I’ve been reading a lot of paranormal romance.
It is going to be around 15-20 chapters. I’ve written 8 so far. I’ll be continuing to type offline until I get close to the final chapters then post so there is a guaranteed update per week.
Also, suggestion for titles would be appreciated. Something to do with souls or something.
I am also writing behind the scenes to finish off a few FFs.
Heart on the line, devil in the dark and Bound by honour will be ending soon.
Many thanks
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Prologue
“No! No, you can’t do this to me! It isn’t my fault!” Geet yelled, her voice breaking with a mixture of fear and fury as she shook her head violently. Her heels dug into the ground, leaving furrows in the dirt as she was dragged towards the house at the edge of the forest. Her wolf snarled within her, a storm of rage and despair, fighting against the chains of helplessness that tightened with every step.
The pack stood motionless, their faces cold and indifferent, the men smirking in amusement. Not a single soul moved to intervene. To them, this was entertainment. Geet’s chest burned with humiliation and fury, but she refused to give them the satisfaction of her tears. She was strong, and she would not break for their twisted pleasure.
“Take her away” the Alpha barked, his deep voice echoing through the clearing like a thunderclap. His sharp features once considered regal and handsome twisted with cruelty. The streaks of silver in his hair did nothing to dull his strength, nor the menace in his piercing eyes. He was a man who thrived on power and submission, a devil wrapped in the cloak of a leader.
“She is unmated, unworthy of our protection” he declared, his words ringing with finality. “The Service House will remind her of her place. And I will ensure she learns quickly”. His lips curled into a sinister smirk that sent a wave of nausea through Geet’s stomach. He would be her first visitor, her first tormentor.
Geet’s body trembled with rage and disgust as the two men tightened their grip on her arms, dragging her closer to the dreaded building. Geet had witnessed the horrors of these laws firsthand. She would never forget the hollow eyes of the women who had been sent to the brothel, their spirits crushed as they became tools for the pack’s gratification. She had seen the desperation in the eyes of young men, their wolves driven mad by forced detachment and abuse. Geet had sworn she would not succumb to that fate. Yet here she was.
Her wolf growled fiercely, feeding her the strength she needed. She had been preparing for this moment, even if she hadn’t known it would come so soon. While the others had slept or been too preoccupied with the pack’s politics, Geet had practised in the dark woods. She had taught herself to fight, crafting makeshift weapons from sticks, stones, and anything else she could scavenge. She had learned to move silently, to strike swiftly, and to endure pain.
As they neared the Service House, its sinister silhouette looming against the darkening sky, Geet felt a surge of determination. The humiliation, the fear, the helplessness, it would end here. She refused to be a victim.
With a sudden burst of strength, Geet twisted her body, catching the first man off guard. She slammed her elbow into his gut, the force of the blow sending him stumbling backwards. Before the second man could react, she spun around, driving her knee into his groin. He crumpled with a pained grunt, clutching at himself as she tore free from their grasp.
The first man lunged at her, his face twisted in anger, but Geet was faster. She grabbed a thick branch from the ground and swung it with all her might, connecting with his head. He collapsed, unconscious. The second man tried to rise, but Geet delivered a swift kick to his chest, sending him sprawling onto his back.
Her heart pounded as she stood over them, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She had done it. She had fought back.
But there was no time to celebrate. She knew they would howl for help as soon as they regained consciousness, summoning the rest of the pack to hunt her down. Without hesitation, Geet turned and ran, her bare feet pounding against the forest floor. The trees closed around her like a protective shield, the darkness offering her sanctuary.
Her mind raced as she sprinted through the woods, her body fuelled by adrenaline and the unshakable will to survive. She didn’t know where she was going, but she knew one thing for certain, she would rather face the dangers of the wild than submit to the Service House and the Alpha’s twisted desires.
For the first time in years, Geet felt a glimmer of hope. She was free, if only for a moment. And she would fight with everything she had to keep it that way.
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