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Chronicles Of Moonblood 1. The Wounded Heart Chapter Twenty Four
NyraThe chain hit the floor with a dull clatter.The sound was both deliverance and cruelty. A metallic memory hissed through the silence, like the last word of a sentence passed. Aedan’s hand trembled as he unfastened the final lock from my wrist. A reddened mark ran beneath my skin, faintly chafed, as if the chain had scraped not only my body but some deeper, older wound as well.I still didn’t move.I sat on the edge of the bed, my clothes crumpled and clinging to my sweat-damp body, my hair falling in stuck-together strands into my eyes. I opened my eyes, yet it still felt as if the walls of another world surrounded me.Aedan said nothing. He knelt before me, silent, only watching.Then suddenly reality broke in; I flinched. I looked at my hand, where the trace of the chain still glimmered. Then the other. Then my ankles.Finally, at Aedan.“Who…” My voice cracked, barely more than breath. “Who… tied me up?”He didn’t look away, didn’t defend himself. He only answered quietly:“I
Chronicles Of Moonblood 1. The Wounded Heart Chapter Twenty Three
AedanUnder the cover of night, the palace’s silence was deep and complete. Moonlight filtered in around the canopy bed in pale bands, and I felt as if this night—after every storm, blood, and shadow—had finally brought peace. Nyra rested in my arms, sunk in a deep sleep. Between our bodies there was still the warmth of pleasure, the promise of closeness, and the scent I could never let go of.Then something tensed beneath it.As if a piece of the air had jerked. At first I felt only a tiny twitch of muscle. Then a deeper, longer tremor that ran the length of her body.I opened my eyes.“Nyra?” I asked softly, half-asleep.But no answer came.Her lips were moving, soundlessly. Her eyes were closed, but her pupils danced wildly beneath the lids. Her skin was slick with sweat, the trembling growing stronger, as if she were fighting—not me, but something unknown inside.I sat up, my heart beating faster.“Hey… hey, Nyra. Wake up. I’m here.”She didn’t respond.Her hand clenched into a fi
Chronicles Of Moonblood 1. The Wounded Heart Chapter Twenty Two
NyraIn the deepest hour of night, all lay silent in the palace. Moonlight spilled through the windows and painted silver patterns on the stone floor, like ancient runes only the old gods could read. In the royal bedchamber the air was warm, heavy with the aftershivers of passion and release. On the canopied bed I rested in Aedan’s arms, my head on his chest, my breathing growing deeper, steadier, until my body slipped across the edge of sleep.The passage wasn’t sudden.At first there was only light. Not the blinding blaze of the sun, nor the pallid glow of the moon, but a peculiar, milky radiance that cast no shadow. The world drifted formless around me, yet it felt familiar—like a childhood memory long forgotten but still known to the soul.I stood barefoot on the border of nothing and everything. Beneath me, a soft, silken substance undulated, as if woven from light. The air smelled pure, faintly floral, and an ancient peace flowed from it.A figure appeared before me.At first ju
Chronicles Of Moonblood 1. The Wounded Heart Chapter Twenty One
NyraAfter the warm, steamy embrace of the bath, the cool twilight of the bedchamber felt like a breath of relief. The silk sheets, the heavy canopy, the pale stripe of moonlight filtering through the curtains – everything was quiet, intimate. The traces of battle had been washed away, the blood gone from my skin, yet what remained within me was now being reborn in a different form.Aedan led me slowly into the room, holding my hand – not gently, but confidently, manfully, like one who knows exactly what this night means. When we stopped at the edge of the bed, he pulled me close in a single movement, wrapped his arms around me from behind, and kissed along my shoulder. The silk linen whispered softly as he laid me down. Beneath my back the sheets were smooth, my skin still warm from the bath, strands of wet hair clinging to my neck. Aedan leaned over me, grasped one wrist delicately, and when he caught the other, he pressed them firmly above my head onto the pillow.There was no viol
Chronicles Of Moonblood 1. The Wounded Heart Chapter Twenty
NyraThe bath was slowly filled with steam, dissolving the boundaries of the world into mist. Outside the night was still quiet, but inside something vibrated in the air – not fear, not tension, but something deeper: desire, trust, and the irrepressible instinct that blood and magic only amplified. I leaned against Aedan’s shoulder, my hand slowly, barely perceptibly slid across his chest, on the warm skin under the water, where the muscles were still tense from the aftermath of battle. He only listened to my breathing, then, without any warning, turned me toward him. The movement was not rough, but neither was it asking – it was firm, as he always was: protective and possessive at the same time.– Tonight you will not hide – he said in a deep voice. – Not behind the Moon, not behind your role. There is only me… and you.My lips trembled before the reply, but I said nothing. I only nodded. Aedan slowly touched my neck, his fingers slid through the wet strands of hair, then over my sho
Chronicles Of Moonblood 1. The Wounded Heart Chapter Nineteen
NyraThe dawn had not yet risen when we passed beneath the palace gates. The Moon sagged westward, pale light surrendering to gray. Our return drummed heavy on the stones, but no honor guard waited, no herald. Silence held mourning—the palace already knew. The sentries bowed their heads without a word, parting to let us through. The blood dried on my robes was not all the enemy’s. I walked with head bowed, gaze fixed forward, every step vibrating with the palace’s wards. The runes were awake, sharper than ever. War had come inside with us.In the inner courtyard they waited: Mareth, the elder mage, and Dalan, voice of the council. Their faces were carved from stone.“News has reached us—the watch-terrace—” Mareth began, but Aedan’s glance cut him short.“Not news, Mareth. We are the news.”We entered. The chamber was full: high-born wolves, outer captains, even civil leaders. Vareth was absent—for now. But his name thrummed unspoken, a shadow in the air. Aedan stripped his cloak and f
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