Mag-log inI've fulfilled my promise guys. And I'd love to read your thoughts about it. What do you guys think about this chapter? Who's the mastermind behind the attack of the men in black?
Zane's Point Of View The cold steel was descending. I didn't need eyes to know it. I could feel the microscopic displacement of air right above my sternum, the faint, greasy shift of the Void-Iron mist as the blade came down for the kill shot. Every instinct in my body screamed to move, to run, to do anything but lie still, but instinct wasn't what had kept me alive this long. Discipline was. Daekanr's voice echoed somewhere in the back of my skull, patient and unyielding even now: ‘stillness is a weapon too, boy. Learn to wield it.’ I didn't move my chest. I didn't flinch. Every muscle in my body locked into place, screaming for release I refused to give it. Clop. His weight shifted onto his right heel. A quarter inch to the left. That was all I needed. I rolled… hard, fast, ignoring the violent scream of tearing flesh across my ribs, and slammed my shoulder straight into the back of his knee. "What!" CRACK. His knee joint buckled backward with a nasty, wet pop. The guy let o
Zane's Point Of ViewZane's Point Of View Another cold line of fire ripped across my ribs, and my legs just gave out. My knee slammed hard into the wet metal grating, the sound ringing out flat and dead in the dark. I didn't even have the breath left to curse properly. Just a long, ragged wheeze that tasted like copper and iron, my lungs feeling like somebody had stuffed them full of broken glass. Every inhale scraped against something torn inside my chest, and I wondered distantly how much longer my body could keep doing this… kneeling, bleeding, breathing, before it simply forgot how. Somewhere beneath the pain, a small, stubborn part of me refused to accept that this was how it ended, though I couldn't have said why it still bothered arguing. "Oh, look at that," the voice purred from somewhere above my left ear, floating in that greasy, heavy fog. "The little hybrid is kneeling. Tell me, captain, does it hurt more in your flesh or in your pride?" "Fuck... you..." I dragged out
Ronan's Point Of View I slammed both hands flat against the cold, invisible glass, my knuckles turning white against the faint purple ripples that flared up under my palm. The barrier hummed faintly, as if mocking the desperation pouring off me in waves. Every fiber in my body screamed at me to move, to act, to do something, but the wall held firm, indifferent to the panic clawing its way up my throat. "Dakar," I rasped, my breath fogging up the empty air right in front of my mouth. "Dakar, tell me you feel that. He's in there. I know he is." 'I feel him,' Dakar growled, his golden aura surging through my veins, hot and volatile. 'He's right on the other side of this goddamn rock, Ronan. The bond is faint as hell, but it's pulsing. He's alive. We need to get through this barrier. Now.' "Step back," I muttered, my jaw clenching until my teeth ached. I hauled my broadsword out of the mud, wrapped both hands around the leather hilt, and pulled every last drop of mana out of my core.
Ronan's Point Of View The guy was practically shaking so hard his teeth were clicking together, staring up into my eyes like he was looking directly at an executioner. His fingers clawed uselessly at my leather boot, trying to push three hundred pounds of angry hybrid off his crushed chest.Sweat mixed with the grime on his face, carving pale tracks through the dirt, and I could smell the fear rolling off him in waves, thick and acrid, the kind that came right before a man's mind broke entirely. "I… I told you!" he gasped out, his voice cracking, spit and blood flecking the inside of his hood. "Lower labs! Under the old mining shafts! The east ridge entrance!" "The east ridge," I repeated, my voice deadly flat. "How many guards?" "A dozen! Maybe twenty!" he stammered, panic making his words stumble over each other. "Void-Iron gear, all of them! They're holding the perimeter while Vane finishes the extraction! You go there now, you're running straight into a meat grinder, Prince!"
Ronan's Point Of View The guy in the black cloth didn't even wait for me to take another step. He shoved his hands out, those stupid purple spatial runes spinning faster and faster until the air between us literally tore open with a sound like shattering glass.A wave of force came flying straight at my face, sharp enough to slice through solid rock, and I could feel the heat of it against my skin before it even landed. Every instinct screamed at me to move, to duck, to do something other than stand there and take it. I didn't even bother dodging. I just grabbed my broadsword with both hands, let my golden mana flare up around the edge, and swung straight into the middle of his spell. BOOM. The spatial blade split right in half, crackling out into harmless sparks that died in the dirt. Before the flash even cleared, I blew through the smoke, covered the twenty feet between us in a fraction of a second, and grabbed him by the throat before his feet could even touch the ledge prope
Ronan's Point Of ViewThe spatial tear snapped shut with a sound like a wet towel popping. One second my fingers were half an inch from Zane's leather glove, and the next, there was nothing. Just empty, grey fog rolling over the spot where he'd been standing, as if he'd never existed at all. The absence hit me before my mind could even process what my eyes were telling me. "Zane!" I bellowed, my lungs burning as I lunged forward, my boots skidding through the black mud. I slammed down onto both knees, my gloved hands tearing through the wet ash where his feet had been a second ago, desperate for some trace of him… a footprint, a scrap of fabric, anything. "Zane! Answer me!" Nothing. Just the distant screaming of our vanguard and the clash of steel fifty yards back, indifferent to the hole that had just opened up in my chest. The world kept moving, uncaring, while mine had just stopped cold. ‘Dakar,' I growled into my own mind, my pulse hammering in my throat. ‘Locate him. Track th
Zane's Point Of View The second my feet hit the damp grass, my legs nearly gave out. My knees were still shaking from the last orgasm, my body oversensitive, my skin buzzing like I’d been struck by lightning. Ronan’s hands were on my hips, his grip firm, unyielding, as he turned me around. I stum
Zane's Point Of View The bar buzzed with life as soon as Charlie and I stepped in. Neon lights flickered across the polished walls, bouncing off the crystal glasses and glinting off the shimmering dance floor. Bodies moved in rhythm with the music… some slow and swaying, others erratic, wild. The
Zane's Point Of View “Tonight’s Ball Star is…”Elaris Mavellen’s voice rang out across the grand ballroom like a bell cutting through fog.The entire space went silent.Utterly.Completely.It was a stillness I could feel, a trembling hush suspended in magic and disbelief. My breath hitched. My ch
Zane's Point Of View I stood there, staring at him at Ronan. He was still silent. Still cold. Like nothing had just shattered between us. That mask he wore, so damn perfect. So empty. Like I hadn’t bled in front of him just moments ago. My chest burned. My fists trembled. I looked down at the ph







