Novels by Ikstrordinari

"Haruto, stop it," Aito groaned, his voice trembling with pain. He struggled to remain upright, leaning heavily against Haruto as sweat trickled down his temples. Every involuntary shift of his weight sent a fresh jolt of pain through him. "It's already over so just stop. The police have your confession. You can't escape.""Oh yes, I can," Haruto said harshly. His grip around Aito tightened as he glared at the officers. "And you're coming with me. We're leaving this fucking country.” He began dragging Aito towards the elevator.“Ryu!” Aito screamed. “Ryu help! Don't let him take me!” Ryu gritted his teeth, too afraid to step forward in fear of Haruto hurting Aito again. Aito was already losing a lot of blood. His heart twinged in pain seeing the anguish on Aito's face and there was nothing he could do at the moment. "Haruto stop!" the lead officer ordered, keeping his weapon trained on Haruto. "Let the hostage go, and we can talk about this."Haruto only laughed. Did they think he w

His eyes burned, but he couldn't seem to blink. “You…” His voice broke. He swallowed hard, trying again but the words came out choked. “Y-You killed her… you killed her, Haruto.”“Yes” Haruto admitted with a smile. “and I do not have the tiniest bit of regret. Don't you see how much I love you Aito? Ryu would never kill for you but I have and I would do it all again if it means that I'd have you.”“This motherfucker,” Ryu cursed from behind the pillar. His voice was low, trembling with a fury that had become increasingly difficult to contain. He looked at Yasu who stood rigid beside him, his jaw clenched so tightly that it hurt. “Don't fucking try to stop me this time.” “I’m coming with you.” Yasu growled and they both hurried towards the balcony. “Aito, the police are here,” Kenji said through the earpiece. “We're moving in.”But Aito couldn't hear him. He couldn't hear Ryu's furious breathing or Yasu's curses. He couldn't hear the faint music drifting out of the ballroom or the di

Aito was confused. The night Haruto needed him the most? What night was that? Haruto looked at Aito's confused expression and shook his head, disappointed. “You don't fucking remember do you?” Aito opened his mouth but closed it because he had no idea what Haruto was talking about. What night? “Fuck” Haruto cursed, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand for the tears blurred his vision. “March 28. What do we always do on March 28?” “March 28?” Aito muttered, trying to recall. He frowned. Why couldn't he remember what March 28 was? Haruto shook his head in disappointment. “My mother's death anniversary.” He said. “That was the night she passed away you fucking idiot.” Aito's heart sunk to his stomach and he paled. He had completely forgotten. “Haruto…” “Save it.” Harto sniffled. “That night, I called you and I sent you a text reminding you to meet me at the family house for the rites but you went off to a party with that bitch and forgot all about me.” “Haruto-” “You kno

Yasu lowered his voice further. “Also think about what that boy has been through. Years of not knowing the truth, trying to make sense of everything that happened. Imagine finding out that someone you trusted, someone you considered your best friend, was responsible for the thing that's haunted you all these years. Aito has a right to hear it from Haruto himself. He deserves that much and I feel like if he doesn't get answers, he won't be able to truly move on so let's not deprive him of that.”Ryu looked away, breathing hard through his nose. Every instinct in him screamed to go to Aito. He could still remember the sound of the punch, the way Aito had stumbled, and the look on his face afterward.The thought of Haruto laying another hand on him made Ryu's blood boil.But Yasu was right about one thing.This wasn't just about catching Haruto. It was about giving Aito the answers he'd been searching for.“Let them talk,” Yasu said, his voice gentler now. “We'll intervene if things get

Aito frowned slightly, closely watching him. If they stopped talking about Sakura and Dai now, how was he supposed to get Haruto to slip up and confess? It was becoming increasingly obvious that Haruto was hiding something, and Aito had no intention of letting him escape the conversation. They needed whatever information he could get. Besides, he knew Haruto would not hurt him. He just had to play smart. “What the fuck is wrong with you Aito?” Haruto demanded, his voice rising despite his efforts to keep it steady. “Tonight is special for me. For both of us. Why do you want to ruin it?” “I don't want to ruin it,” Aito replied, his expression hardening. “You do.” Haruto stared at him incredulously. “I do?” He let out a disbelieving laugh, shaking his head. “You're the one who won't stop talking about fucking dead people!” “And you're the one avoiding the topic for fuck knows what reason,” Aito shot back. “You're hiding something, Haruto.” Haruto's jaw tightened. “Aito…” He

"Let's hang around here for a while," Aito said, gesturing toward a balcony. The place was surprisingly peaceful, a stark contrast to the crowded, noisy hall downstairs. The air was cool against their skin, free from the stuffiness of the ballroom, and the gentle breeze carried the distant sounds of the city below. A crescent moon hung in the sky, surrounded by scattered stars that twinkled faintly in the distance. A single couch stood against the wall, offering a place for guests to sit and relax away from the noise and bustle of the party. Haruto stared at the couch for a moment. It wasn't what he had in mind. He had hoped Aito would take them to his room and he'd use the chance to steal a few kisses before taking him away forever but before he could suggest another place, Aito tugged at his arm. "Come on. Let's sit and talk. It's been so long since we've done that." Haruto's heart softened instantly. How could he possibly say no to Aito? He glanced at his wristwatch. There was

“There are hidden chambers all around the castle.” Zedekiel informed him with a smile. “Let's win this and I'll show you each one.” Prince Ron grinned. “Deal!” He could already imagine all the things he would do hehe. The people he would sneak up on, all the juicy gossip he would hear, oh and the lovely pranks he would do together with their kids!“Just make sure I'm excluded from all that.” Zedekiel chuckled as he pulled Ron into the hidden chamber and it slid close, giving them the privacy they needed. Ron laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as he realized Zedekiel had heard everything. But it didn't matter if his beloved heard his thoughts. This was his beloved! His husband! Also, his beloved could never be exempted from all that he would do with the hidden chambers. If his beloved didn't experience them, how would he enjoy it?Zedekiel, who had heard everything, just let out a helpless sigh. There was no escaping his little husband's pranks then. He even had a feel

Alaric stood in the courtyard, the air humming softly with magic as he chanted a spell to fortify the castle structure just in case the battle with Dareth happens close by. As Ron said, it would be the home where his nephews would grow up and he didn't want it getting destroyed in the fight. He was adding protective wards to the pillars when he sensed Talon approaching. “Not now, Talon” he warned as he turned sharply, eyes narrowing. What did the stupid chicken want anyway? Wasn't he being clear enough by ignoring him?But Talon obviously didn’t listen to him. He continued to approach so Alaric decided to ignore him and focus on the protection wards. He muttered the final words of the incantation and when the last sigil sealed with a shimmer of blue light, he quickly chanted his vanishing spell. Talon, who had already anticipated that, hurriedly jumped and hugged Alaric just as the spell took effect.The room warped and in an instant, they landed in a tangle on a large bed. For a fe

“You can reverse the spell now?” Zedekiel asked Ron. Ron nodded. “Yes. Strangely, it's all in here.” He tapped his temple. “It’s like she transferred her knowledge to me along with her powers. I just think about the spell and boom, it comes to me. It's just that we'll need some ingredients. If we can gather the ingredients and I perform the spell, every essence he stole will return to their owners or vanish if their owners are no more. He will no longer be invincible. We can stop him once and for all.”Queen Lillian watched her son with awe and pride. He was no longer the baby she used to hug tight and spoil rotten. He was now a responsible son, Queen, and parent who was ready to protect his family and all that he loves at any cost. She sighed. When did he grow so much? The Queen Mother thought the same thing. The Ron she knew months ago just wanted to laze around and eat as much goldenberries as he could find. Most of all, he just wanted her son's affections which he got but now,

A deep, heartfelt chuckle escaped the Elf King as he felt the tug on his hair next. “Well someone’s full of energy.”“This one seems more like me.” Ron said proudly from beside him. “I think his name should start with the letter R.” Zedekiel chuckled. “We'll discuss that too.” Porsha came forward next, carrying the third-born and Zedekiel tried to return the second-born to Queen Lillian but the little one refused to let go. He stuck to Zedekiel like a leech, his tiny fingers gripping Zedekiel’s robes with surprising strength. For a newborn Elf/witch/spirit, his hold was incredible.With a helpless smile, Zedekiel just ruffled his soft silver curls and let him be. He turned to the next baby. The third child had soft silver hair and half-lidded green eyes, his tiny chest rising and falling slowly. He was already asleep, looking impossibly peaceful. Zedekiel brushed a lock of silver hair from the baby’s face, his heart swelling with love and pride. He looked around—at his children, hi

Zedekiel let himself be led forward by his little husband to meet four tiny bundles lying in the arms of the Queen Mother, Queen Lillian, Porsha, and Mariel, each gazing up at Zedekiel curiously. Zedekiel's breath caught in his throat and he paused just before them, gazing at them with awe. He suddenly didn't know what to do or say. He raised a hand, but quickly put it down, realizing he didn't even know how to hold a baby. His lips parted but they quickly snapped shut for he felt saying just ‘hello’ to their kids would not suffice. Everyone watching couldn't help but laugh. Their King looked so funny. It was as if he was in front of a different kind of species all together and not his own children. Two pairs of violet eyes and two pairs of shimmering green stared back at him, waiting for him to say or do something and he started to sweat. Why was this so hard?“Come on, touch them,” Ron urged, his emerald eyes bright with excitement. “They won’t bite.” He grinned and tugged Zedeki

His chest swelled with satisfaction. Hehehe. This meant the attitude came from Zedekiel, not him. From that cool, collected expression, it was obvious the child was going to be quite the handful. And since he looked exactly like Zedekiel, everyone would blame his father, not him. He absolutely loved the way things turned out. Turning toward his mother, Ron smiled sweetly. “Mother, I must have been a very gentle child, right? I’m sure I never gave you or Father any trouble when I was little. I must have been adorable, respectful, and very sweet.”Queen Lillian laughed nervously, a bead of sweat forming at her temple as memories of a much younger Ron darting through the castle halls as maids ran after him came flooding back. “W-Well, you were adorable and sweet, that’s true,” she said delicately, “but… let’s just say you were also quite an energetic child.”Prince Ron’s grin brightened, chest puffing out with pride. “You hear that, everyone? I was an energetic child!”The words echoed