Novels by Ikstrordinari

“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

Ryu only smiled to himself as he kept swiping. "Damn you have so many pictures of him. Why didn't you tell me? You have to send them all to me. Each and every one."Wait. He suddenly thought of something and turned to face Yasu, looking suspicious. "Hey, why do you have so many pictures of Aito in the first place?""Dude, relax okay" Yasu said, rolling his eyes. "I'm engaged, remember?" He held up his hand, showing his engagement ring. "I'll be married to Kaito in a few months. I have no interest in your boyfriend." The only person he would ever have eyes for was his pretty Kaito.Ryu scoffed. "Then you don't need Aito's pictures. I'm gonna delete them from your phone after sending them to myself. I'll leave like...one for you to remember him by." And it would be the one he saw where Aito was dressed formally in a suit during his graduation party.Yasu shook his head, not caring anymore. After all, he didn't really need the pictures. "Do what you want."He took his glasses from the ni

Minho gazed at the best friends with tears in his eyes. He had been waiting for the day Aito would ruthlessly reject Haruto and Haruto would realize Aito truly didn't love him and would never love him. He wanted Haruto to accept the fact that he and Aito were never meant to be together but now, everything was ruined.He just never expected Aito to accept Haruto and even be willing to be in a relationship with him. What the hell was happening? Right when their wedding was at the corner. What would he say to Mr Shima now? What would he do? With this, Haruto would never accept him. At least he had hope before because he thought Aito would never return Haruto's feelings but now, now...fuck!Also, he didn't really buy the whole thing. He hadn't had many interactions with Aito, but he had a basic understanding of who Aito was and the way he lived his life, so he found the entire thing odd. Aito used to be a chronic homophobe until he met Ryuho. He was completely oblivious to Haruto's feelin

Aito rose to his feet and slowly walked towards Haruto —like a predator closing in on its prey. The air felt heavy, pressing down on Haruto's chest, making it harder for him to breathe. He didn't know when Aito became so oppressive. The atmosphere was suffocating."Dai," Aito continued. "Sara...Sakura, even her mother." He pronounced each name with each step, increasing the tension in the room before stopping right in front of Haruto. "You killed them all.""A-Aito, I can explain," Haruto stammered, swallowing hard. It was as he feared. Now Aito would never want to see him again. Their friendship was shattered, broken beyond repair. Everything he had hoped for—every plan, every dream of staying by Aito's side—was crumbling around him, piece by piece, like a collapsing house of cards. Just when he thought Aito was going to call him a cold-blooded murderer or hit him, Aito's lips suddenly curled into a grin, "Explain what? They fucking deserved it."Haruto was stunned. His mind reeled a

Haruto was sitting on a chair in the old, abandoned school building, looking nervous as hell. Aito had called him and asked to meet up. He was aware that Aito and Ryu had broken up, but he didn't know if they were still talking, and it drove him crazy just thinking about the possibility. Last time Aito asked to meet up, he didn't show so he had no idea what was going on between them. He just hoped it was truly as he had heard from that psycho Yuuki and that they were broken up for good. That way, he could help Aito heal and quickly replace Ryu in his life.Things would be as they were always meant to be. Just him and Aito."Do you think he'll come this time?" Haruto asked Minho, who was standing quietly behind him.Minho shrugged. "I don't know." And he really didn't care. He just wanted Haruto to forget about Aito already and focus on him, but Haruto was obsessed. Their wedding was coming up soon, but he hadn't even had the chance to tell him. The truth was that he was deathly afraid

How would they feel? Especially Ryu. The man went berserk when he thought he was dead before. How would he react now? How would everyone feel?Could he leave them and the new life they had all strived to give him? Could he truly do that to them? After everything?It was then he realised why no one wanted to tell him about his past. Why everyone kept it from him. Why they were afraid of telling him.He let out a small smile. They should have had more faith in him though.He reached out and took the bottle of painkillers then closed the cabinet.The answer was no.He couldn't do it. Although he felt like he didn't deserve to live because of what happened to Aera, it didn't mean he could waste his life.He had tried so many times before but none were successful. Even the night Ryu tried to ruin his family, he had tried. He wanted to go for living was too hard. But here he was. Very much alive.It definitely wasn't his time to go yet.Besides, he still had some scores to settle.He downed

She made Aito take a warm bath and helped him change his clothes and the sheets because they soaked in his sweat. They then laid down together and she hugged him tight. "Sleep sweetie. I'm here. No more bad dreams."Aito didn't say a word. He couldn't sleep for a while but his mum kept stroking his hair and humming softly. Slowly, he drifted to sleep."We can't leave him like this" Mrs Yamamoto said to her husband when she was sure Aito was fast asleep. "He needs help.""I know." Mr Yamamoto agreed. "But how are we going to help him without the public knowing? They harass me every day especially after Aera's mother sued us, saying our son make her daughter commit suicide. We'll need a miracle to get us out of this one."Mrs Yamamoto stared at her husband in disbelief. "You know what, sometimes I think I'm the only one who loves our son.""What?""You heard me." She said. "I mean, this is what you're worried about when our son cannot eat or sleep properly. It's been months now and he's