*Bexley*
The fresh air cools my cheeks and helps clear my mind as I crunch through the freshly fallen snow out in the forest. It seems thicker out here, unlike the garden where it was a light dusting. I’m not trying to be quiet so that I can sneak up on any animals at the moment, so I let my footsteps crack, sending an echo through the forest.
I find one of my favorite spots, an area where I’ve been watching a family of foxes until recently. They were living in a log, but I haven’t seen them in a few days. I’ve seen more large prints out here recently, and I think something must’ve scared them off.
I’ve been suspicious that the larger pawprints are from a wolf—or several, honestly. I see a lot of those tracks out here, but I’ve never seen a wolf. With everything that’s happened recently funneling through my mind, I think it’s a little strange that I haven’t seen a wolf. I think of th
MaxianaI have two seconds to catch my breath, to unravel and digest what I’m seeing, before Kael lifts his massive, jet-black wings and soars into the night sky, his roar sending a shockwave that nearly knocks me to the ground. His man, Ryker, catches me by the arm and tugs me close as I watch the shadow of my mate soar against the moonlight, joining a league of dragons fighting to what seems like the death against their own kind. “What’s happening?” I blurt out, finding it hard to stay upright. My legs feel like jelly, and my mind isn’t in much better shape. “War,” Ryker says simply, quietly, then tugs me toward the garden where the roping, tangled vines are starting to fall in on themselves, slowly turning to ash. A warm wind driven by dragon wings whips across my cheeks, my hair billowing down my back. I’m wearing the shift I wore under the gown from the ball, and I’m barefoot, dressed exactly like I was when I was trapped in the dreamworld. But this is real. Too real. Rocks bi
MaxianaThe pebble-like gem’s glisten in the starlight, like always. I sit on the beach where still, star filled water reflects… nothing. It’s so quiet today. I’ve seen no more doors, nor had more visions, for Goddess knows how long. I toss a gem into the water where it bounces, creating little ripples that stretch the stars reflected on its surface. I grab a handful and lean forward, letting the gems fall between my fingers, creating little waves in the otherwise smooth-as-glass liquid. My reflection is shadowed, nothing more than a halo of starlight around my face and head. I don’t know how long I’ve been here, but I think it’s been long enough. Too long, I believe, to keep telling myself I’ll wake up. I miss everyone. I miss my father and Annabel the most. I miss Kael even though we’ve only met in our dreams. That doesn’t feel like enough to me, but if the Goddess is the one protecting me now, trying to keep me sane while I linger in Morgathra’s clutches, I hope She’s also prote
KaelMorgathra is beautiful. Stunning. Long, straight black hair flows down to her impossibly narrow waist, and her skin is as pale as alabaster. I’m sure, in her youth, she was a lovely woman, but even now, with her face smooth, flawless, and young… I can see the marks of age she’s failing to hide–the scars of ugliness, of evil, no magic can erase. Her eyes are round and the brightest green I’ve ever seen. Green, like spring grass. Green, like the first buds on the trees after a long, hard winter. Her eyes draw me in and spit me out, wasting precious seconds. I raise my sword, but a beam of green light flies from her fingertips as she cackles menacingly, her powers ripping the weapon from my grip. “You fool,” she hisses, lowering her arm and taking several steady, unwavering steps in my direction. “You must think yourself a hero, don’t you? King Kael? The dragon king come to save the shifters from their ultimate demise?”“What have you done?” I ask, slowly stepping away from her.
KaelI walk into Vaeloria through the main gates that face the road to Hexeton. I let my wings erupt but keep the rest of my dragon form at bay, for now. I need to conserve my strength. The sun is high overhead when I reach the ring of vines as thick as tree trunks. I have no way in unless I fly, but the amulet around my neck is a constant reminder that I may have a sense of protection now, but if it breaks… which shifting into my dragon form will no doubt do… it will render it useless. I squint up at the top of the gate where the vines curl around the iron, twisting it into unrecognizable metal. But the vines don’t reach for me here. In fact, I can lay my hand against a vine, and its tendrils don’t burrow through the wall it’s built. I wonder if the amulet is to thank or if the curse has reached its peak, slowing as it passes into its next phase with the coming of the full moon. I can’t climb this wall. The vines twist and coil tight, creating a flat, impenetrable surface. I make
KaelI jolt into awareness, blinded by startlingly bright sunlight in an unfamiliar room. I have to blink repeatedly to clear my hazy vision while reaching desperately for the woman who’d just been kneeling beside the bed, her hand clutching mine. I grope thin air, grimacing against a sharp rush of heat that funnels through my body like a snake, slithering through my veins. It… hurts. Hurts like hell, actually. The heat is nearing a boiling point when a sharp yelp booms nearby, followed by scuffling feet and the sound of something shattering on the ground. The light abruptly fades as curtain rods squeal against metal, and then someone’s touching me, speaking so rapidly I can’t make out a single word they’re saying. A small, warm hand presses against my forehead then releases, and then I’m alone again, but this time in the dark, which is a welcome relief. I struggle into an upright position, my chest and back aching, which is a reminder I’m horrifically injured, but… I smooth my hand
MaxianaThe beach of gems is roiling with an energy I haven’t felt here before. I can’t explain it, but everything feels… wrong. I rise from the sparkling sand of tiny stones, crossing my arms over my chest against a sudden, unusual chill. A soft fluttering breeze rushes toward me, disturbing the otherwise calm, inky-black water. The wind carries whispered voices that make my skin pebble–voices of pain and suffering, of utter despair. A male voice, calling out to me in the stillness, my name a whisper, a prayer, a rushed apology. I furrow my brows as the breeze ceases and silence returns, but that chill remains, licking up and down my spine while I turn to inspect the never ending beach. There’s a door again. Unease creeps through my body, weaving through my veins, as I stare at the heavy, stone entrance to another vision, I’m sure. I’m also not entirely certain I care to see what’s on the other side this time, not after witnessing my father making deals with the witches… deals tha
KaelBelladonna shimmies out of her cloak, revealing a lithe, curveless figure. I watch magic glimmer over her skin as the cloak falls to the ground in a puddle at her feet, her narrow body covered in nothing but a slip that’s seen better days. I laugh at her, shaking my head as she reaches for my cuffs. “Babies? You think I’ll willingly fuck you, witch? Is that what you’re planning to use us for? Breeding? Are you that weak as a people? Will no other men fuck you?”Her magic ripples over my skin, leaving me momentarily numb. I can’t move when she takes off the cuffs, smiling wickedly as she rolls me onto my back, and I’m paralyzed. “Dragons are strong and long-lived. Your scales make our magic, our potions, more potent. Your bones are hard as diamonds and make for the best weapons. Your blood keeps us young,” she draws out the words in a seductive hum. “And… yes, Your Highness, we want you to strengthen our coven. Imagine the children we could produce together.”“Get off me.”“Don’
KaelAn entire day passes as I wait for word from the witches of Hexeton. I’d sent flyers–dragon warriors–into the skies to deliver a message for the queen–a summons. If she accepts and agrees to meet with me, it will mark the first time in over five hundred years that a king of the dragons and a queen of the witches have stood on the same plot of soil and spoken. I’m aware of how momentous this is–not just the threat of the curse, but me breaking from the choking grip of Titus’s rule over Drakthor. Ryker paces near the spiraling staircase leading up to the landing platform. It’s pouring rain, of course. There’s a bite in the air tonight that’s not usual for this time of year. It causes my skin to prickle, pebbling with gooseflesh as I wrap my arms tighter around my chest and lean against the wall. “They should have returned by now,” Ryker growls, losing his patience as thunder rumbles all around us. “It’s the storm. Starfall’s socked in. There’s no way around it. They’re probably
KaelI slide my legs from bed, rubbing my eyes as rainy morning daylight floods my room. The arching windows cast shadows as rain coats the glass, sending a thrum through the space. But when I rise to my feet, dressed in nothing but a pair of undershorts, I see her and know at once that I’m still dreaming. Thank the old gods for that. She’s not sitting at the piano at the corner like usual. Her face is shielded by her hair as it falls loose over her shoulders, curling softly in ribbons of gold and the palest of blondes. She crosses her arms, hugging herself, dressed in a thin, cream colored robe of silk, the same color as the nightgown that brushes her ankles. “What’s the matter, my love?” I ask, internally debating moving toward her. All I’d have to do to see her face would be to smooth her hair away, tucking it behind her ears. She shakes her head, looking down at her feet. A tear drops and lands on her robe, sinking into the fabric and leaving a wet stain. “What happened?”“We