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First Day At Westmoor
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Alejandro's Human Antidote The Scholar and the Witch
Author's POV The air in the lower spire never truly warmed. It stayed cold even when torches burned.Even when magic pulsed. Even when blood had just been sworn to a god who was older than time. Seraphine liked that. Cold preserved things. Truth, control and danger. And now… him.She stepped into the Archives of Veilfall, where the walls curved like the inside of some great ancient ribcage. Towers of blackstone shelves rose up endlessly, stacked with forbidden tomes, sealed scrolls, breathing grimoires, and artifacts that hummed with things not quite dead.And at the center of it all…Eldric. He did not turn when she entered. He already knew. The candles around him flickered, bowing slightly under a pressure that wasn’t wind… but recognition. He had taken his place. The Guardian of Forbidden Knowledge. The title suited him too well.His long coat lay draped over a stone pedestal. His sleeves were rolled to his forearms, exposing lines of ancient script recently burned faint gold into
Alejandro's Human Antidote The Quiet Between Blood
Author's POV The night did not feel like night anymore. It had weight. Not darkness, not quiet but weight. Like the world had acquired another layer and forgotten to ask permission first.Cassian stood at the far end of the terrace overlooking the blackened gardens of the Haven. The lanterns below flickered, subdued, as if they didn’t dare burn too brightly after what had just walked among them.He could still feel it. Not in his veins but in the space behind his thoughts. A presence that was not active but was not gone either. Like a throne left vacant but still warm. “Do you feel it more strongly when you’re alone?” Valerius asked.He stood just behind Cassian, hands clasped loosely behind his back. A posture he only used when he wanted to appear relaxed rather than predatory. Cassian did not turn. “Yes.” A pause. Valerius watched the horizon, a thin cut of darkness where land surrendered to nothing. “Good,” he murmured. “Then this isn’t only inside my head.”Cassian’s fingers tigh
Alejandro's Human Antidote The Flame's Pulse
Zenith’s POVThe villa did not feel empty after they left. It felt… hollowed. As though the ritual had carved something into its bones and taken the echo with it. The air was heavier without the five of them. Not quiet...stripped. Like a cathedral after the last hymn, where the silence still knows what it was made for.Alejandro swayed beside me. Not Inferno. Not a sovereign presence forged from flame and ancient consciousness. Just a man. Just the heat of his body sinking back into its natural range. A pulse. Imperfect. Human.I tightened my grip on him before he could pretend he was not still trembling. “You don’t get to fall apart now,” I murmured. “Not after scaring every ancient being on the continent.” A weak huff of breath escaped him. “You’re saying that like it was part of the plan.” “It was,” I said. “You just… added your own theatrics.”His weight shifted slightly as I guided him toward the low-backed chair near the balcony doors. Each step he took looked like a negotiation
Alejandro's Human Antidote The Mark of the Haven
Alejandro“I could command you.” The words left my throat, but they did not belong to me. They were older than breath. Older than kingdoms. Older than the first creature who ever dared believe itself divine.“I could crush you,” Inferno continued through me, “Rewrite your bloodlines into smoke.”The air vibrated. Not violently. Not chaotically. Like a planet responding to a shift in its core.I felt him inside my bones, not hurting me, not overtaking me, just existing, coiled through my marrow like a sun sleeping inside a mountain. My hands did not tremble. My heartbeat did not race. Because he was not angry. And that terrified them more than rage ever could.“But I do not rule through fear alone,” he said slowly. “That is how tyrants rot.” A subtle movement. My head turned just slightly, toward her...Zenith. His gaze softened, for a fraction of a second. “And I do not rot.” Then it hardened again, not cruel…just absolute.His attention returned to them. “You will not kneel because I
Alejandro's Human Antidote The Crown Speaks
Zenith’s POVAlejandro’s breathing changed first. That was always the sign. Not the sudden spike of heat. Neither was it the shimmer of flame beneath his skin. Nor was it even the way the air itself began to lean toward him, like a tide responding to a moon it could not resist. It was the breath. Slower. Deeper. As if his lungs were no longer drawing air for a man… but preparing a body for something that had never needed to breathe at all.I felt it before anyone else did. The subtle shift at the edge of reality. The faint pressure behind my eyes. The way the floor beneath my feet seemed to remember him. I reached for his hand on instinct.His fingers were warm. Almost too warm, not feverish, not burning, just unnaturally alive, pulsing like I had placed my palm over the heart of a living sun. “Inferno,” I whispered. Not a call but a recognition.His head turned slightly toward me. For a second… I still saw Alejandro. The familiar slope of his nose. The faint scar at his jaw. The tens
Alejandro's Human Antidote The Exiled Warlock
Zenith’s POVThe villa had barely begun to settle after Cassian’s arrival. The air still trembled with his presence, the way shadows shifted around him, the silent weight he carried as though centuries had pressed into his very bones. I thought I had begun to breathe again. But the moment the northern windows caught the first pale glint of a lantern, my chest tightened once more.Not a knock this time. Not a slow, deliberate step. Just a ripple in the energy of the villa, subtle, but impossible to ignore. Alejandro stiffened beside me, the bond thrumming between us. Inferno’s low rumble vibrated through our mindlink. Another comes.I swallowed, and in that instant, the front doors opened silently. A figure appeared in the threshold, framed by the night sky, yet moving as though the shadows themselves bent to make way for him.Tall, lithe, and impossibly poised, he carried an aura that whispered of old power and old grudges. His hair was silvered like moonlight on steel, cascading to h
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