Novels by DiamondE

The palace hadn’t seen this much decoration since the coronation of Kion’s eldest son decades ago. Servants worked from dawn until late afternoon, polishing golden lanterns, laying down new crimson carpets, and arranging thousands of white lilies along the long marble hall. By evening, the great feasting chamber shone like a treasury—bright, polished, extravagant, and heavy with the scent of expensive incense.Tonight was meant to be a celebration.A celebration Kion wanted the entire kingdom to witness.A celebration to solidify Becky Everglade’s position as “Ambassador of Unity,” a carefully crafted title that gave her political leverage disguised as goodwill.But beneath the gold and laughter, the atmosphere carried tension like a wire pulled too tight.Even the servants whispered cautiously.“Did you hear? Those soldiers who still mentioned Lady Elise—”“Gone. All of them.”“No announcement. No explanation.”“No bodies, either.”“Shh. If anyone hears you—”People kept their voices

Elise had grown used to the quiet rhythm of Tidehaven—the steady crash of the waves, the smell of salt on the air, the soft, almost hesitant way the villagers looked at her. She didn’t remember who she was or where she came from, but the people here gave her space, fed her, and let her heal.But every day, something inside her felt… restless.Like a knot tightening around her ribs.Like her mind was trying to claw its way back to something it wasn’t ready to see.That morning, Elise stood at the shoreline with her feet in the water. The sea was calm, gentle. A thin line of foam touched her toes and pulled back again.She whispered, “Why do I feel like you’re watching me?”The water rolled forward again, just a little farther than before, brushing her skin like a hand.Salla, the healer, stood farther back on the rocks. “It listens to you,” she said. “Or maybe you listen to it. I’m still figuring that out.”Elise tried to smile, but her chest was too tight. “I feel… strange today.”“St

The Council Hall was colder than usual that morning. The air felt tight, heavy, like it was waiting for something to break. Lucien stood in the center of the marble floor, shoulders pushed back, jaw set. He rarely looked nervous, but today, tension showed through every line of his body.Kion sat on the raised throne-like seat reserved for the High Council Elder, chin lifted, expression unreadable. Becky stood near him—too close, some would say—her hands folded neatly in front of her, a faint, smug smile resting on her lips.Kai was farther back, half in shadow, arms crossed tightly. He didn’t move. He didn’t blink. He just watched.“Speak,” Kion said, voice echoing through the hall.Lucien inhaled deeply. “Your leadership is failing, Elder.”The room froze.Becky’s smile widened a fraction.Kion did not react. “Be very careful with your next words, boy.”“I am being careful,” Lucien replied. “Careful enough to say them where everyone can hear them.”Murmurs rippled through the gathere

The morning fog clung to the cliffs like a living thing, shifting with the breeze as Lys walked along the edge. She had been doing this every day now—wandering the rocky path, pausing to stare at the restless waves below as if the ocean were calling her name in a language she once knew.The villagers worried, of course. They always did.“Don’t go too close to the drop, Lys,” old Marek had shouted once from his fishing boat. “Those cliffs crumble faster than pride.”She had smiled and waved back. “I’ll be careful!”But she still came. Something pulled her here. Something gentle, something patient, something ancient.Today, the wind was stronger. It tugged on her clothes, pushed her hair across her face in wild strands, and whistled through the cracks in the rocks.And then—she heard it again.A whisper.Soft. Almost not a sound at all.She froze.At first it seemed like wind, nothing more. The kind of breeze that slips through the ear and tricks the mind. But then it shifted—shaped its

The western border smelled like smoke, iron, and exhaustion—three things Kai no longer noticed unless someone pointed them out. He stood at the edge of a ruined outpost, staring at the shattered wall where flames still burned in the cracks. Bodies were being dragged into a pile behind him, soldiers moving silently, too tired to speak.Lucien approached with his armor half open and dust covering his face.“It’s done,” Lucien said quietly. “The rebels surrendered. What’s left of them.”Kai didn’t answer. He wasn’t looking at the ruins—he was looking at the river that ran behind them. The water was fast, cold, unforgiving. Every time he saw water now, the same image flashed behind his eyes: Elise slipping beneath a storm wave, her hand reaching for him, her eyes terrified.“Kai,” Lucien said again. “We need to move. The scouts say another camp is hiding two valleys down.”“Then we go,” Kai said flatly.Lucien frowned. “We’ve been fighting for three days without stopping. The men—”“They

Elise (Lys) woke before the sun, long before the rest of Tidehaven even began to stir. The village was quiet at this hour—just the creak of wooden roofs, the soft rumble of waves, and the distant cry of gulls waking up.She sat up slowly, rubbing her forehead. Another night of strange dreams. Another night hearing that same name echo over and over.Kai.She didn’t know why it clung to her. She didn’t know why it made her chest tighten. But every morning she woke with the same feeling—like she was forgetting something important… someone important.Salla pushed open the door a few minutes later, carrying a tiny pot of warm tea.“You’re awake again before me,” she said, sounding amused. “At this point, we should switch beds. You can take mine since you never use yours properly.”Lys managed a small smile. “I just… can’t sleep long.”“Any new memories?” Salla asked gently.“No.” Lys looked down at her hands. “Just the ocean again. Calling.”Salla raised a brow. “Calling, hmm? Well, that p