~Eira The smell of smoke still clung to the air even when day broke. My hands trembled at my side and despite my efforts to hide them, Ryan still saw it. He walked up to me and held my hand, trying to comfort me. I walked with him into the village to see what had befallen the village. The destruction stretched as far as I could see. Roofs had collapsed, their beams blackened and charred. Fields that had been ripe with late summer harvest lay in ruins, stalks burnt down to brittle husks. A line of cottages sagged inward like broken teeth, smoke still curling from their wounds. And further still, at the heart of the village, the crater I had carved into the earth smoldered like an accusation no one dared speak aloud. The villagers moved slowly through the wreckage, their faces drawn, their eyes shadowed. Some carried buckets to douse stubborn flames, others sifted through rubble with bare hands, searching for anything that could be salvaged. A child’s toy. A family’s bread. A roof
~Aeron The chamber was too quiet, the silence pressing in like a heavy cloak. I stood by the window, staring out at the city below—our city. Obsidian should have been alive with pride, with strength, with trust in me. Instead, I felt the weight of their whispers even through the walls. Seliora sat across the table, her golden hair unbound, eyes sharp despite the shadows under them. She was as tired as I was, but she carried it better—like steel wrapped in silk. She moved like she owned the room. She was a lot better at handling situations like this which was a shock because I’ve been here more times. “They’ll never accept us this way,” I muttered, finally breaking the silence. My reflection in the glass looked harder than I felt. “Every word I hear is the same. They think I betrayed them. They think you—” I turned to look at her, jaw tight. “—that you’re here to take what’s theirs. I don’t think Reed’s son is the only one who has this view. He’s just the only one who made his di
~Serik When I got to the address that Arelith and Vanya gave me for our meeting, their laughter reached me before their hands did. A sound like silk torn in half—sharp, soft, dangerous. I had barely stepped into the chamber before Arelith’s fingers brushed my jaw, nails grazing my skin as though testing whether I was real. “You kept us waiting,” she purred, the words half accusation, half invitation. Before I could answer, Vanya was at my back, her breath warm against my neck. Her hands slid over my shoulders, down my arms, curling possessively. I shivered despite myself. “Someone’s hungry.” I growled. “I wanted to see if you still belonged to us,” she whispered, her lips grazing my ear. I let out a breath that wasn’t steady. “And what if I don’t?” Arelith’s lips curved into a wicked smile as she pressed against my chest, forcing me to step back. “Then we remind you.” Her mouth claimed mine before I could speak again, hot and demanding, her tongue brushing past my lips
~Laurent The night was kind to me today, it wasn’t too cold neither was it too hot. The air was cool, the forest quiet except for the distant hoot of an owl and the sigh of branches rubbing together. My boots sank softly into damp earth, the moon spilling silver through the canopy like a lantern guiding my steps. I had walked this forests a hundred times and yet every time I walked through this darkness back home, I always felt unease. I told myself that I knew these roads and I had nothing to fear but still… I quickened my pace. The silence today felt too deep. It pressed close to my ears, like cotton stuffed inside. Even the insects had quieted. My breath rasped louder than it should have, mist blooming in front of my face. I pulled my cloak tighter and told myself it was just the cold. Then suddenly, a twig snapped behind me. I froze. Slowly, I turned, eyes combing the shadows. Nothing. Only the trees, gnarled and dark, stretching endless into the night. “You’re tired,” I w
~Omniscient POV Seliora opened her night gown, revealing her naked body to Aeron. Aeron’s first glimpse of Seliora’s pussy made his erect cock jerked, and he feared for a moment that it would go off. But it didn't. She dropped her gown and climbed onto the bed with him. It didn’t take long for him to take charge of the situation. He leaned against one of her legs, holding it in place against the bed. He spread her body, exposing her to his lustful gaze. Aeron did fast work to his clothes. In a matter of minutes, he was kneeling naked on the bed standing over Seliora. Seliora’s eyes gleamed at the sight of his Cock, sticking up fiercely from below his belly. It gave rise to an erotic excitement which she couldn't control. Her pussy dripped wet and Aeron couldn't help but grin as he watched it drip wetly and as her cum soaked her pussylips. Aeron leaned closer and placed his thumbs against the puffy outer layer of her pussylips which were covered by downy, golden-red curls. As he s
~Omniscient The hall was thick with silence. The air carried the weight of expectation, of whispered judgments, of the countless eyes watching from the wooden benches and stone pews that lined the sacred chamber. Aeron stood tall at the altar, broad shoulders squared, his jaw tight. He had faced battles with bloodier stakes, but none felt as suffocating as the gaze of his people on this day. Seliora stood beside him, her gown white as winter frost, her veil delicate as spider silk. She was calm—serene, even—as though the storm that brewed in the room could not touch her. The wedding was scheduled just hours after he met the bride by Marius’ orders. He had no say in the matter and since the bride wasn’t against it, he just went with it. “Tonight,” the elder started, “we honor the goddess Selene. Under her gaze, we bless the union of Alpha Aeron Blackvale and his mate, Seliora Reed. Seliora Reed, do you take Alpha Aeron Blackvale to be your mate? To promise to love and take care of