Tous les chapitres de Devil's Reprisal : Chapitre 1 - Chapitre 10

16th CenturyAlvarSomeone had said right- Time never stays the same. What you held yesterday, maybe not in your hands today. What you plan to do tomorrow, it might not occur as thought. The world runs dynamically, and it turns every moment, showing changes that go unnoticed sometimes. Our ignorance could pull us in a compromising position if the matters are worth paying attention to.Something like this has transpired with the Alvar, a small mountainous country with a long coastline serving grounds for 2.1 million people of Islam and Christianity.There was a time when this country was counted among the most prosperous nations. If we ov

AlvarThe fort of Alvar stood in mournful silence as another life falls in the arms of the death.A grieving widow wailed and threw her head on the chest of the fallen man. The onlookers kept their ingenuity low, feeling guilt and pain gnawing at their throats. Tears shined in their eyes, and lips quivered, but no sob was released. They forced themselves to stand and subject the agony of the woman as she clutched her husband’s limp hand to her chest. She cried to him to wake up still, the soulless body didn’t oblige. He kept lying their unmoving with dark marks slathered a

BadenLord Evan marched towards the royal chambers of the King of Baden wearing a wary expression as he wasn’t sure about this visit. Of all the kingdoms in the south, King Thales has requested an audience with King Henry of Baden. This was bad because King Henry hardly pays attention to the neighboring states, let alone an entire empire. The cruel King must be up to something, or else why would he permit the poor King of a dying nation to step in his lands. Alvar was a lost cause now. Nothing close to profit could be earned from that barren land. King Henry wouldn’t even breathe if it didn’t give him life. Only God knows what’s weaving in his mind.As Lord Evan approached the royal chambers, confronted blazed faced soldiers with lust dripping down their profiles

Baden“Your throne and the entire kingdom don't compare to the jewel I desire, King Thales. The thing I want is too precious, even for you. I don’t want your crown or your fort as they are useless to me. I want the pride and dignity of Alvar.Princess Valentina.”King Henry kept his demand without an ounce of shame. His skin didn’t crawl, thinking of a girl half his age that stands equal to his daughter. All he knows that he has wanted her since the moment he saw her playing in the garden with a wild cat five years back. He had traveled to Alvar, looking for the real jewels for his third wife. He didn’t deem to flounder upon a beautiful princess, dressed in white like an angel and giggling in

            AlvarForgetting all about the book and her appearance, Princess Valentina jolted up from her place and rush to the gateway to examine the situation herself. It was highly unlikely of Percy, her father’s horse, to complain at such an odd hour of the night. On top of everything, how did he manage to escape the stables to call out for her? She rushed out of her chambers, ignoring the alarmed calls of Katrina. Her heart was aching for some reason, and a bad feeling was clogging her mind. When the warriors standing in the corridors saw their princess running in her night wares jumped to various conclusions. Their first thought was the place was under attack. A few thought it might be just a play, whereas, others took the situation seriously and followed t

AlvarThe sky roared in remonstrance and cried out its agony when watched the blood flowing like a river on the lands of Alvar other than the sparkling essence of heavens. The Crimson rattled it and planted the seed of terror. It felt as if the land shook under the burden of demonic prowess. The dark clouds punctuated their pain when they thundered aloud and the heart of the sky cracked when lightning ripped it from the horizon, flashing more light over the damage on the ground.It was a demonic act where men were slain like those innocent cattle tied in the barn of the slaughterhouse. The women were preyed by the hungry wolves in the flesh of armored soldiers. Their virtue was ripped and crushed under the feet of persecution in the middle of the market.

The boundary of AlvarAn owl hooted in the distance of dark and luxuriant forest as a man washes the sweat and dust from his face in the pond. His vigilant blue eyes burned from exhaustion and sleep. It has been three days since he started patrolling the borders of the forest to look out for the intruders. The threads of sleep coiled under his eyelids as he tried to wash them away. He rubs them gently while splashing cold water in them. It did help in reducing the burning sensation.Just a few more days of patrolling until the army of Baden returns in its den without discerning and disturbing the peaceful forest for any resources.Another dark figure landed in front of him to repeat the same proced

The AmbaramSoon her eyes roll back and she lost the tight hold on the world. But before the darkness could completely swallow her, Arnold lifted her cold body in his warm chest and looked at her face. It looked ugly under the light of the moon as she was slowly letting go of the threads of life.She was a survivor of the war.He concluded immediately and his jaw clenched in tension. She was a woman of Alvar and the tribe wouldn’t agree to keep the pebble of different soil. They will most possibly leave her to die or throw her back towards the soldiers of satin land. They were too reserved to even welcome a person in need. The rules were too strict to break. If he didn’t provide the immediate

The Ambaram“Welcome home, Lord Arnold.”Her whisper sent shivers down his spine and he gulps, feeling the sudden tightness in his pants.   Diam huffs in irritation. He never liked this female as she can capture the master’s attention easily where he has to take so many measures to achieve his one pat. He stubbornly stomps his right foreleg on the ground and gazes at the newly formed pattern of soil.Arnold notes her every moment like a hawk. The sway of her hips made his stomach somersault. Her teasing was the last thing on his mind when he has to explain the chieftain of

The Mountain of Sacred WitchOver the mountain top, inside the cave, a beauty laid on a worn-out mattress.The naughty rats didn’t rest as they jumped around in the forbidden territory of the witch, enjoying the thrill. Their senses were on high alert, to not get too close to Udona’s shelves or might receive the torturous burn of powerful magic. The cunning woman was protective of her things. As they jumped around and ran across the hall, release squeaking noise, causing the passed out girl to stir from her peaceful slumber. Her once dirty and bloody flesh was now clean and pale. Her torn garments were replaced with an elegant midnight blue gown. The tangled knots of her silky hairs were combed straight and twisted into a thick braid. Though her eyes remaine