LOGINAsherEver since I learned control, I had never let Ragnar run wild, but this time the heat in me merged with his fury, and I let go without thinking twice. It was like I was tucked into the passenger seat, letting him drive. “Asher! Thank the Goddess you're here. If you don't get your brother under control, the next rod goes into his heart!” A voice roared from a distance. The words barely scraped my ears. My head turned towards the direction, and Ragnar moved without hesitation. Rowan! Ragnar had barely gotten in range when he spoke again. “It's done! Anuba is gone. Warhaven can now live in peace.” he chuckled as he brushed the wet hair off his face; that excitement in his voice fueled the rage burning through me. “And all these were just at the cost of a single life … the life of his ma…” The words didn't finish leaving his mouth before Ragnar's claws went straight to his throat.He drifted, and the claws barely grazed his face.His eyes widened in surprise as he caught Ragna
Asher The council had held a meeting concerning Azazel's dangerous god complex. Even though he did save me, I knew there was a downside to his help, but I didn't mind. The thought of dying and leaving Nyx alone in this world terrified me.I love her! She illuminated the meaningless life I've lived since Nynaeve's death. There's more to look forward to than cleaning up Azazel's mess. I would take another poisoned spear for her without thinking twice. Alpha Fenrik had briefed me on their plans of keeping Azazel in check by stripping him entirely of Anuba as punishment. But he’s my brother and no matter what he’d done—or how selfish his reasons were- I wouldn't let such cruelty touch him. To live without your Lycan was a fate worse than death. It completely kills a part of you. I had pleaded with Alpha Fenrik to ease the punishment, truly not just because of Azazel but for Alpha Fenrik himself. I know my brother all too well; he never learns, and he would find a way to punish every
AzazelI lunged straight for the witch who had ripped the youngling’s heart out, but before I could reach her, Alpha Fenrik pulled a branding rod from the furnace and slammed it against the burning symbol on my chest to keep me down.But I felt nothing, no pain. Just madness. Emptiness.My eyes locked on his. The smirk on his face vanished, but he didn’t look as terrified as he should.He grabbed my arm. “Don’t make me kill you, child! It’s already done!” he roared.But his words were just wind in my ears.I refused to look at the youngling lying lifeless, a massive hole torn through her chest.A roar ripped from my throat as I tore the branding rod off my skin. My fist clenched and slammed into his right eye.Then the pain. A claw shredded the tendons in my ankle, trying to paralyze me.BUT I FELT NOTHING.Only the hunger to kill. To taste blood.My vision blurred. Shapes and symbols danced where people should’ve been.As I twisted, I hurled the branding rod behind me—straight into Ro
Azazel That’s not possible. He’s babbling nonsense.“I know you don’t believe me,” Rowan said, stepping closer. “But don’t worry. Your little mate will be off the chart soon… and so will Anuba.”He smiled as he’d already won.I clenched my fists, grinding my teeth so hard I tasted blood.He’s trying to get a reaction. Or maybe... maybe he already knows.Sweat clung to my skin. My heart thundered against my ribs. Every instinct screamed to rip the chains from the ground and choke him with them.But I couldn’t move.Not yet.I drew in a breath, slow and deep, forcing my body to calm. They clearly didn’t understand just how far I was willing to go to prove a point.Ohhh, but they will.“We’re ready, my Lord,” a voice called out, and light footsteps followed.A woman entered — young, too young to wear power as she did. A witch, but she didn’t smell like the rest. Still, her aura… it pressed against my senses like thick fog.“Let him loose. He’ll come to us,” she said, far too calm.Oh, li
Azazel I went for a walk after the youngling left my chambers — just as I’d promised myself, I didn’t speak to her. Didn’t even look her in the eyes. I had left Vivianne by herself, and for some unknown reason, she seemed cheerful. I could tell she was up to something, but since the youngling was safe, I didn't care what she was up to. I had only realised how strongly I had invested myself in her when I almost killed her with my bare hands just because she was obeying Ysara's orders. But that's not an excuse! I also need to speak to Ysara about that! Even if I don't want her, I can't have her around Asher. I had decided to visit Asher's sanctuary when I couldn't find him in his chamber or his art room. I'd hoped I'd see him and make him thank me for saving his life since he had refused to come see me. That's when I saw her! Just standing there as the wind tugged at her silver hair, and she looked so peaceful. What is she doing here? How did a maid wind up at Asher's spot?! I w
CalistaI didn’t waste time cleaning myself up, nor did I wait for Lilith’s usual assignments. I just walked—straight to Azazel’s chamber. My heart thudded, low and steady, as I stood outside his door.By the Goddess, I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to see either of them. Not him. And especially not her.“Are you planning to get your job done just standing there, darling?”Vivianne’s voice sliced through the quiet, dragging me back into the moment.My jaw clenched. Of course, she was here. And somehow, I could feel Azazel inside too. His presence was unmistakable—heavy, electric.I knocked lightly, hesitating only for a moment before easing the door open with a quiet creak.Azazel was the first thing I saw. He sat on one of the beds, a book open in his hands.Our eyes locked.And just as quickly, he looked away.“Well, that’s not weird at all,” Nyx muttered, puzzled.He had always kept books around, but I’d never seen him actually read one. And he was definitely never this cal







