Novels by Haga Krisztina

The flight itself wasn’t as terrifying as I thought it would be. I knew he wouldn’t drop me, and I clung to him with a death grip the entire time. The view from above was breathtaking, and I hadn’t seen our world look so peaceful and innocent in a very long time. It was easy to forget that the tiny figures below weren’t hurrying home to their families after work, but rather fleeing in panic from the winged creature’s shadow overhead.I kept wondering how much I could really trust his words—that I had become one of the most important things in his life. Though my eyes were fixed on his face, I held my head at an angle that made it seem like I wasn’t looking at him. His expression radiated confidence. He clearly felt in control up among the clouds and sensed no danger. Maybe it was time to shake that calm a little.Fueled by equal parts courage and curiosity, I loosened my grip around his neck. He didn’t even seem to notice, and I remained securely held in his arms. I’d been holding on

“My answer…” I whispered. “…is still the same. Never.”The angel of Hell’s eyes filled with fury. His hand clenched near his waist as he lifted his head from my lap and met my gaze.“I aroused you… and you aroused me. Why don’t you desire my touch without enchantment?” he demanded, his eyes burning like fire.“Does it even matter to you whether you get what you want with or without enchantment?” I answered weakly.I could barely tear my eyes away from his face. I wanted him—wanted to feel him move inside me, to touch every inch of his body. My instincts betrayed me, and I brushed my hand against him through the fabric of his pants. Then, using the last of my willpower, I pulled away and collapsed onto the rug, gasping. The demon leapt off the bed and stepped away from me.I kept my eyes closed, trying to quiet the storm inside me—until a loud crash made me jump to my feet. One of my mother’s cabinets lay shattered across the floor, and beside it stood a very angry angel of Hell.Only

Trembling, I began to move my hand again. My body was so sensitive that even the slightest touch made me flinch. He noticed, of course — and the half-smile that curved his lips told me he did. After a while, my breathing grew faster, louder than ever before. Desire swept me away, and I tilted my head back, lost in the sensation of my own touch.A low growl pulled me back to reality — a reminder that I wasn’t alone. When I opened my eyes, I found myself staring into the face of the most beautiful demon I had ever seen. His body was tense, restrained, as if he were holding himself back and waiting. His gaze sought mine, and when our eyes met, he spoke with a quiet, knowing smile.“Are you close?” he asked, eyes gleaming.“The last two times I was closer…” I answered softly. His eyes narrowed — I must have said something wrong. “I’m sorry, my lord,” I added quickly, “I’ll try to please you better.”He threw his head back and laughed. “Well then,” he said teasingly, “since you ask so nice

“No, please…” I moaned, my hand involuntarily slipping between my legs. I lay on my back on the carpet, my body arched, my breasts pushed up. One of my hands began to excite itself between my thighs, the other caressing my breasts.“Look at me,” the command boomed. I raised my gaze and tried to look at the angel standing in front of me. Why hadn’t I licked this perfect body all the way through? I kept my head up, trying to maintain eye contact as I changed positions: I turned onto my stomach, my knees propped up, my buttocks held high, and arched my back. The rough material of the carpet rubbed my breasts even through my bra, but I couldn’t stop. Desire sparkled in his black eyes, and it only increased my own arousal.“Please,” I begged.“What do you want, baby?” he asked with a mischievous smile. Desire, possession, and victory flashed in his eyes all at once.“I… I want to enjoy it. I want to… satisfy you,” my voice choked.“How excited are you?” he asked, his gaze caressing my body

I froze in horror as I realized my legs had started moving toward the stairs on their own. I was halfway up before I felt the pull between us begin to weaken. His command still pulsed faintly in my mind, whispering for me to obey, but the farther I got from him, the looser its grip became. By the time I reached the top of the stairs, I could almost breathe freely again. Dizzy and trembling, I turned back, bracing myself against the banister, and looked down.The demon sat on the floor, his back against the column, his fingers digging into his knees until they turned white. His head hung low, shaking slightly, a quiet curse slipping through his lips.Then, with one graceful motion, he stood. His movements blurred—too fast for my eyes to follow—as he raked his hands through his hair, still facing away from me. His posture radiated tension, his steps sharp and precise as he left the living room and strode toward the kitchen sink. When no water came from the faucet, he cursed again under

I saw the disbelief flicker across his face, and my smile only widened. Our faces were separated by just a few inches; the chains cut sharply into his shoulders as he strained against them. His shirt was tearing more and more with each subtle movement, revealing the hard ridges of his abdomen, the taut muscles shifting beneath his skin as the metal links scraped against him.“Well,” he said, frowning slightly, “I suppose we’ll find out the truth soon enough.”At first, I didn’t understand what was happening. Our eyes locked—and suddenly, I couldn’t look away. It was as though something invisible held me there, pulling me deeper into him. The trance grew stronger, and I could feel my thoughts blurring, my resistance slipping away. Then a strange scent filled my nose—spiced, intoxicating, otherworldly. Instinctively, I leaned closer, my hands clutching at his chest.When I looked up at his face again, for the first time I saw something like emotion flicker there—disbelief.“What… what’s

The day started slowly, but the air was strange from the morning on. Heavy, sharp—like even the stone walls were sweating. The Moon was still in its waxing phase, and the runes on the eastern edge had been glowing faintly since the night, as if something outside was pounding against them.Cassian was already waiting in the courtyard when I stepped out.“Something’s wrong with the runes,” he said instead of a greeting. “It’s not an attack, just… movement.”“By themselves?” I asked, pulling on my leather gloves.“More like something pressing on them from the inside.” He crouched and scratched a line into the dust. “The vibration isn’t coming from outside. It’s coming from below.”I didn’t like what I heard. Beneath the foundations of the house, several old passages ran—some sealed, others protected by magic. If there was movement in one of them, it wasn’t good news.“Call Rhaell from the rune chamber. I want to see it.”Cassian nodded and disappeared.Kneeling by the wall, I touched the

A naptár szerint a Hold három napra van a telitől. Ez nálunk azt jelenti: a gyerekek gyorsabbak, éberebbek, az alvásablakok rövidebbek. A mai tervet már hajnalban átírtam: kevesebb inger, több csend, zárt kör a tréninghez, délben rúnamérés, estére „biztonsági üzemmód".Hatkor már a belső udvaron vagyok. A vászonnal fedett szalmapálya száraz, a kötélkör feszes. Kézzel végigmegyek a csomókon. A pad alatti merevítést tegnap kicseréltettük, most nem billeg. A rúd alacsony, csiszolt, két oszlop tartja. A fal felől Cassian két emberrel ellenőrzi a rácsokat. Az egyik szárnyas csavar lazább volt, szólok, meghúzzák. Nincs díszítés, nincs zászló, nincs néző. Ez nem cirkusz, hanem munkafelület.Visszafelé menet beugrom a konyhába: a főzet aránya a tegnapihoz képest módosult. Mae kérte, több fehérje, kevesebb fűszer. A szakács már beállította. A dajka tálcája készen, két pohár víz, két kisebb csupor hígított kása. A nevük ráírva. Nem azért, mert nem ismerjük fel, hanem mert rendszer.A lakosztály

According to the calendar, the Moon is three days from being full. For us, that means: the children are faster, more alert, sleep windows are shorter. I rewrote today’s plan at dawn: less stimulus, more silence, closed circle for training, rune assessment at noon, “safety mode” for the evening.By six, I’m already in the inner courtyard. The straw track covered with canvas is dry, the rope circle is taut. I run my hands along the knots. We had the brace under the bench replaced yesterday; it no longer wobbles. The bar is low, polished, held by two pillars. By the wall, Cassian and two men are checking the grates. One wing screw was a little loose; I point it out, they tighten it. No decoration, no flag, no audience. This isn’t a circus—it’s a workspace.On the way back, I stop by the kitchen: the brew’s ratio has changed since yesterday. Mae asked for more protein, less spice. The cook has already adjusted it. The nursemaid’s tray is ready—two glasses of water, two small cups of dilut

Six months have passed.The sound of two tiny steps in the corridor is no longer a toddler’s shuffle but a short, sharp sprint. At first, I thought it was the servants’ children running into the inner wing—but no. They’re mine. Selin and Kael.The nurse caught up to them at the corner, but too late. They dart into my study, stop on the carpet, and turn toward me at the same time. The air carries a mix of sweat, milk, and morning porridge. Their eyes are alert. Their stance is steady. This is no longer the “learning to walk” phase. This is running.“Stop,” I say in a normal tone. I don’t raise my voice. I don’t need to. Both of them stop. Selin first, Kael half a step later. They don’t topple, don’t fall. Solid.The nurse pants, fatigue draped on her shoulders like stage props. “My lord, the latches are useless on the playpen now. Two moves and—” she gestures toward the children as proof.“I know.”Behind the “I know” lies two weeks of testing: higher bars, stronger locks, new straps.

6 a.m., and I’m already on my feet.The stone floor is cold in the room, dust sits beneath the edge of the rug—tiny triangle in the pattern. I must have missed it during last night’s cleaning. I open the window two finger-widths, count to forty, close it again. At the threshold, the guard shift changes as usual; the order of the clicks sounds like a drum solo: bolt, latch, buckle. The guard on the right is new—half a head shorter, but his posture is good. A nod, no words.Nyra is still asleep. Lying on her side, blanket to her waist, hand on the pillow. Her breathing is steady, no glistening sweat on her forehead—good. Kael is in the cradle, the cloth strap tied to the rail unmoving. I lay my hand on it, give it three long arcs, slow and steady. The baby stirs only on the second: a small, half-sound, then stillness again. Selin is in the next room with the nurse; I won’t bring her in right away today. First, I’ll get things in order outside.The chainmail rests on the chair. The shoul

AedanBy the time I reach the top of the stairs, there’s no air left in my lungs. My ribs ache, my breath comes in ragged gasps. The passage behind us has sealed shut; the light bounces off the stone walls, and suddenly our own great hall feels far too vast. Soldiers haul up the barricade, armor clinks, someone shouts for water.I look at Nyra.In her arms is the small bundle. No bigger than a sack of flour, yet heavy as if the whole world fit inside. Kael. Wrapped in the edge of my cloak, face turned inward. A faint, muffled whimper comes from within — the kind of sound that tells you instinctively it’s nothing serious, but you have to check right away.“Give him to me — let me hold him while we catch our breath,” I say, reaching out.Nyra nods, but the motion falters halfway. Her eyes lose focus, like the world itself has shifted half a finger’s width. Her shoulders tremble. It’s not fear I see — it’s depletion. The light she sent across that cursed bridge took everything from her.