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CHRONICLES OF THE FLAMEBORNE (THE WEREWOLF'S CURSE) Chapter 52: Flesh and fire
Chapter 52: Flesh and fire (KYRA) Lucian and I lay on the bed, his arm wrapped around me while my head rested on his shoulder. Memories flickered behind my eyes like a shattered film reel—blood, fire, the king’s last breath, my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. “Are you alright?” Lucian’s voice was quiet, gentle, his fingers brushing slowly through my hair. “I don’t know, Lucian.” My voice cracked. It sounded like broken glass scraping against stone. Bittersweet. On one hand, I felt relief, satisfaction even, that I had finally killed the king. But on the other… fear wrapped its hands around my throat. Darian. His army. His wrath. His revenge. Lucian shifted, sitting upright and tugging me with him until I was facing him fully. “No matter what happens, I’m going to protect you, Kyra. Nothing is going to happen to you. I promise.” His words were as soothing as warm rain on a cold night. I lifted my hand, my fingertips grazing the sharp line of his jaw. “Lucian, I’m s
CHRONICLES OF THE FLAMEBORNE (THE WEREWOLF'S CURSE) Chapter 51: Blood for a throne
Chapter 51: Blood for a throne (Kyra) We wrapped shawls around our faces and slipped through the dusk toward Blackridge. I could already imagine Darian’s orders , soldiers posted at every crossroads, hawk-eyed and ready, so we moved small and quiet, as if the shadows themselves could swallow us. The boat rocked beneath our feet. The boatman kept casting those odd, lingering glances, and my skin prickled with each one. Lucian must have seen me tense; he leaned close and murmured, “Ignore him. We’ll be off this boat soon.” His voice was a warm thread against the cold air, and for a moment I let it anchor me. When we stepped onto Blackridge soil something inside me unclenched. The place felt both foreign and heartbreakingly familiar, like a name I hadn’t dared whisper in years. Memories came rushing back the instant my boots met the path. “So, where are we going to stay?” Isla asked, voice small. I swallowed hard at the thought of the old cottage Serah and I once called home.
CHRONICLES OF THE FLAMEBORNE (THE WEREWOLF'S CURSE) Chapter 50:A Kingdom in Mourning
Chapter 50:A Kingdom in Mourning My hands trembled uncontrollably—not from fear, but from pure, overwhelming relief. Lucian pulled me into his arms before the emotion could swallow me whole. His embrace was warm, grounding, familiar. I felt my breath steady as I clung to him. The sword slipped from my hand and clattered to the ground, its blade stained with the final trace of a life that once ruled over kingdoms and nightmares. Zarreth—King, tyrant, monster—was gone. Just like that. Gone. Irene’s voice broke through the heavy silence, her tone flat and unshaken. “Send his body back to Kyratth.” Arthur bowed his head, a shadow crossing his features. “I’ll take care of it.” I rested my forehead against Lucian’s chest, but my heart was far from calm. Zarreth’s last words echoed, like a curse still hovering in the air. Would there come a day when Lucian would have to choose? Between saving me… or saving himself? Was our love truly destined to be the doom of us both?
CHRONICLES OF THE FLAMEBORNE (THE WEREWOLF'S CURSE) Chapter 49: Laughter in Crimson
Chapter 49: Laughter in Crimson"Why are you so shocked? You think I don't know you had something to do with Lucian's sudden illness?" Morgana's voice cut through the air like a blade. Her eyes glimmered with cold fury. "I may be quiet, Darian, but don’t take my silence for ignorance. I see everything. Once I have enough proof against you—believe me—that’ll be the end of you." With that, she turned sharply on her heels, her cloak brushing against the marble floor as she stormed out, leaving behind a trail of tension so thick it was almost suffocating. Darian stood frozen, completely bewildered. His hands trembled uncontrollably, his breath shallow. The guard beside him shifted nervously, his pale face drenched in fear. "Why the hell are you still here? Get the fuck out!" Darian thundered, his voice echoing through the corridor. When the guard scrambled away, Darian clenched his fists, his jaw tight. "This bitch is going to ruin me," he muttered under his breath, staring at the s
CHRONICLES OF THE FLAMEBORNE (THE WEREWOLF'S CURSE) Chapter 48: The King's Disappearance
Chapter 48: The King's Disappearance "Mother? What do you mean, Lucian?" My voice came out barely above a whisper, trembling with disbelief. Lucian struggled to sit upright, his disheveled hair falling over his face. His eyes, red and clouded with confusion, searched hers like a lost child seeking light in a storm. "How... how is this possible? You died, Mother. You—" His voice faltered, the words dying in his throat. His face twisted in disbelief, tears glistening on his lashes. I caught Arthur’s bewildered stare — the woman he came with was now an entirely different person. "I died," she said softly, her voice echoing with pain and ancient sorrow. "But the gods gave me another chance." Lucian’s breath hitched. "Another chance? Why? Just tell us everything! Why did you come back… wearing another face?" His tone cracked between anger and desperation. Irene drew in a long, weary sigh — the kind of sigh that carried the weight of years, of secrets too heavy to speak.
CHRONICLES OF THE FLAMEBORNE (THE WEREWOLF'S CURSE) Chapter 47: UNVEILED
Chapter 47: UNVEILED"Lucian, how is this possible? I don’t understand, I—" the words trailed off like a dying whisper. Lucian stood abruptly, raking his fingers through his hair in sheer frustration. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath. My breathing grew ragged, uneven. I tried to steady it, but I couldn’t. "So what?" I snapped, rising to my feet as well. "We’ve been together all this time, and you haven’t hurt me. I’m sure we can figure something out, a cure, anything! But that doesn’t mean we have to end this, Lucian!" The words spilled from me in a single breath. I didn’t even notice when the tears began to fall. A bitter scoff escaped his lips as he stepped closer, his expression carved from steel. "Don’t you get it, Kyra? The longer we stay together, the worse the curse gets. Remember that night I almost lost control? That’s exactly what will happen if we keep pretending everything’s fine—or worse." His voice was sharp enough to cut through air. I had never seen hi
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