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Chapter 55

(Kyra)

We all had thick shawls wrapped across our faces to shield us from the blistering cold as we made our way into a small neighboring kingdom beyond Blackridge. Lucian was on full alert, one arm wrapped protectively around me, the other guiding his mother closer.

The kingdom wasn’t vast, more like a stretch of rugged land surrounded by jagged hills and towering mountains. When we finally reached one of the high mountains, we slipped into a hollowed crevice for shelter, the snow-frost biting into any skin left exposed.

“How long do we keep running?” I whispered, my voice nearly stolen by the wind.

Lucian exhaled deeply, resting his forehead briefly against mine. “I don’t know, Kyra… I don’t know what the gods have in store for us,” he murmured, drawing me closer as if he could shield me from fate itself.

But Isla’s gaze found mine, or perhaps I felt it before I truly saw it. Her words from earlier echoed sharply in my mind, slicing through whatever warmth L
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  • CHRONICLES OF THE FLAMEBORNE (THE WEREWOLF'S CURSE)   Chapter 55:

    Chapter 55 (Kyra) We all had thick shawls wrapped across our faces to shield us from the blistering cold as we made our way into a small neighboring kingdom beyond Blackridge. Lucian was on full alert, one arm wrapped protectively around me, the other guiding his mother closer. The kingdom wasn’t vast, more like a stretch of rugged land surrounded by jagged hills and towering mountains. When we finally reached one of the high mountains, we slipped into a hollowed crevice for shelter, the snow-frost biting into any skin left exposed. “How long do we keep running?” I whispered, my voice nearly stolen by the wind. Lucian exhaled deeply, resting his forehead briefly against mine. “I don’t know, Kyra… I don’t know what the gods have in store for us,” he murmured, drawing me closer as if he could shield me from fate itself. But Isla’s gaze found mine, or perhaps I felt it before I truly saw it. Her words from earlier echoed sharply in my mind, slicing through whatever warmth L

  • CHRONICLES OF THE FLAMEBORNE (THE WEREWOLF'S CURSE)   Chapter 54: Allies

    Chapter 54: Allies ‎"Uhm—your highness, I need to take some of my strong weapons inside," Arthur whispered to Darian. Darian shot him a narrow, suspicious look. "Don't waste our time," he snarled. "Okay… thank you," Arthur muttered as he slipped off his horse and hurried inside. He rushed straight to Lucian’s chamber, his pulse drumming in his ears. His eyes swept the corners of the room, searching for any lingering soldiers. Empty. Good. He darted in and snatched a piece of Lucian’s shawl, his breath shaky. Then he sprinted to the small wooden shed where Seth, Lucian’s faithful homing pigeon, was kept. His fingers trembled slightly as he pulled a quill and scribbled a hurried message. "Dear Lucian, I’m writing this to inform you that Darian and his soldiers are on their way to Blackridge. Flee as fast as you can— they’re coming to kill you and Kyra. —Arthur." He folded the parchment quickly and tied it beneath Seth’s leg. Rubbing the soft fabric of Lucian’s shaw

  • CHRONICLES OF THE FLAMEBORNE (THE WEREWOLF'S CURSE)   Chapter 53: Lurking in the shadows

    Chapter 53: Lurking in the shadows “Lucian, do you really have to go? What if—” “Kyra, don’t worry. I’ll disguise myself properly. I have to get some things for us, and maybe I can pick up information about Darian and his minions.” He tucked me into a hug. The memories of last night flooded my mind like a tidal wave, knocking the air from my lungs. I didn’t want him to go, but he was right — we needed supplies at the cottage. “Be careful, son,” Irene said softly, leaning against the wall. Lucian nodded, pulled a shawl up over his face, and stepped outside. “My poor son,” Irene whispered. “He doesn’t deserve any of this.” She was right. “So… what are you two going to do?” she asked suddenly. “Going to do?” Confusion spread across my face. “You know you and Lucian can’t be together, right?” Her words hit me like a stone. I opened my mouth, but the answer got tangled in my throat. “I—I—” The syllables fell apart; I had nothing to say. She took a step closer, her

  • 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?

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