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Chapter Eight – The Storm Breaks
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2025-12-10 07:07:00The fire burned low, embers glowing like the watchful eyes of some ancient guardian spirit. Shadows stretched long across the cottage walls, weaving slowly with each flicker of flame as if alive. The cottage felt smaller tonight—too warm, too close, too charged.
Selene sat motionless in her chair, but her heart refused to calm. It thudded loud enough she was certain the men beside her could hear it. Rowan’s hand rested warm and grounding against her knee. Lucien’s cool fingers curled delicately around hers.Two opposites.Two forces.And she was the center they pulled toward.For several breaths none of them spoke. The silence grew thick, heavy, dense with unspoken things.It was Rowan who finally broke it. His voice was rough, low.“We can’t pretend anymore. Not after what happened out there.”Lucien’s lips twitched into a faint, knowing smile. Not mocking—gentler than she expected. “For once, wolf… you’re right.
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Blood ,Fire and Frost CHAPTER THREE — Teeth in the Dark
The scream tore through the forest again—raw, jagged, warping the night air like something ripping its way out of another world. It wasn’t human. It wasn’t animal. It was a sound twisted by pain or rage or magic strong enough to bend the very air around it. The trees shuddered as if the cry had rattled their roots. Leaves trembled in its wake, whispering frantic warnings. Even the ground seemed to pulse beneath their feet, as though the forest itself recoiled from whatever had made that sound. The pitch of it shifted mid-howl, splitting into layers—one low and guttural, another high and keening, echoing across the canopy like a thousand unseen mouths screaming in unison. The cry didn’t just pierce the night… it unraveled it, peeling back the quiet until only fear and instinct remained. For a heartbeat, even the wind forgot how to move.
Blood ,Fire and Frost CHAPTER ONE — The Walk Back Into the World
The marsh was still trembling behind them. Selene felt it humming under her skin even now—every pulse of the Axis glowing faintly in her veins, every whisper of power clinging to her bones like frost and fire braided together. She walked between Rowan and Lucien because they would not allow her to walk anywhere else. Rowan stayed so close his shoulder brushed hers every few steps, the wild heat of him warming the chilled night air. His nearness felt like a shield, a constant reminder of the beast simmering just beneath his skin. His ears were still sharpened, angled toward every whisper of sound, catching disturbances she couldn’t hear. His muscles remained coiled tight, the cords of his forearms flexing with each careful stride, as if he expected an ambush with every breath she took. Even the way he brea
Blood ,Fire and Frost Part 2
PROLOGUE — The Night the Marsh Went Silent The marsh had never known silence. Even in the dead of winter, frogs croaked in the reeds, roots groaned beneath the wet earth, and spirits whispered along the treeline—soft, ancient murmurs woven into the very breath of the land. But on the night Selene became the Axis, the marsh went still. So still the wind itself held its breath, and even the ghosts listened. Smoke drifted upward from the hollow like a dying spirit, curling around shattered stone and scorched moss. The ground was torn open in places where magic had struck with the force of lightning; the air still tasted of iron, ash, and the metallic tang of sorcery burned too hot. Blood soaked the earth where wolves had fallen, where witches had screamed, where centuries of fragile balance had been ripped apart in moments. And in the center of that ruin, three figures remained.
Blood ,Fire and Frost CHAPTER TWO — The Stranger in the Trees
The figure stepped into the moonlight, and Rowan’s growl vibrated through the air like thunder. He was tall—far taller than either of them—with skin pale as river stone and hair the color of storm clouds. His cloak dripped with marsh water, leaving dark streaks behind him as he moved forward with unhurried grace. But it was his eyes that froze Selene’s breath. Silver. Not Lucien’s shade—colder, sharper. Like two blades forged from winter itself. Rowan positioned himself fully in front of her. “Name,” he demanded. Lucien’s voice layered over Rowan’s, smooth but lethal. “And state your allegiance. Carefully.” The stranger’s gaze slid over Rowan and Lucien as though measuring their worth…
Blood ,Fire and Frost Chapter Thirty-Three – Ashes and Oaths
The hollow lay in ruin. Smoke curled from shattered stone, drifting upward through the cracked ceiling where moonlight filtered in thin, ghostly beams. Moss that once carpeted the floor lay burned to blackened threads. The blood of wolves soaked into the earth, dark and steaming. Witchfire embers hissed against the damp roots, sputtering out one by one like dying stars. The ground still trembled faintly, recalling the storm Selene had unleashed — fire, frost, and raw magic braided together in a force the world had never seen. The Alpha’s massive body slumped in the corner, his once-impenetrable form now still. Elder Marlowe’s staff lay splintered among roots that had pierced straight through it — and through her. The scent of death and spellcraft lingered heavy, settling deep into the ruin. Selene stood in the center of it all, trembling. Her knees buckled, and she sank down
Blood ,Fire and Frost Chapter Thirty-Two – The Breaking Point
The hollow floor was slick with blood. Wolves lay broken in the moss, their howls stilled. The torches the witches had carried sputtered in the damp, smoke curling toward the cracked ceiling. Selene stood at the center, chest heaving, sweat streaking her temple, her hands glowing faintly gold and silver. Around her, the ruin groaned like something alive. The stone walls pulsed faintly with the aftershocks of magic. Chunks of shattered roots and blackened moss steamed where her storm power had struck. The marsh wind slipped in through the shattered doorway, cold, whispering, as though warning her: This is only the beginning. Rowan crouched beside a corpse, claws dripping, his amber eyes still burning wild. His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, each inhalation a growl, each exhale a vow of violence. The blood streaking his jaw made him look half-feral, more beast than man — yet every time his gaze flicked toward Selene, it softened,
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