LOGINThe Cathedral of St. Jude was bathed in a light so pure it felt like a judgment. Today was the day of the Royal Investiture, the moment Leo Draven would officially become the Protector of the Realm. Thousands gathered outside, their cheers muffled by the thick, ancient stone walls, while the high
The weeks following the "Great Glitch"—as the official palace records called it—were the most delicate in the history of the realm. While the public celebrated a swift recovery of the kingdom’s infrastructure, the Draven estate became a high-security sanctuary for a population that didn't officially
The North Wing of the palace was a place of soft carpets and muted sunlight, designed to be a sanctuary for the future of the realm. But as the Dravens sprinted through the gilded corridors, it felt like a labyrinth of ice. The silence here was worse than the screaming of the machines in the High Co
The High Court chamber, usually a sanctuary of measured speech and ancient law, became a slaughterhouse of chrome and code. The grey smoke was so thick that the only things visible were the glowing blue optics of the Twelve Judges. "Lucien, get down!" Kaiser’s voice boomed over the hiss of the gren
The surface of the harbor was a churning cauldron of black grease and freezing foam. Kaiser, Izora, and Caspian collapsed onto the swaying deck of the salvage barge, the massive crane still groaning under the tension of the warehouse roof it had just ripped away. "Leo!" Izora scrambled to the edge
Benedict paused by the tall window, the rain casting streaks across his reflection. He stared at himself, at the monster he had willingly become, and smiled. Monsters did not regret. Monsters survived. Let her mother protect her now, he thought, a sneer tugging at his lips. Let her husband shield
Izora’s pulse thundered in her ears. Her heart pounded hard against her ribs. Enoch didn’t blink. “She is now the wife of my master. It is my job to protect what belongs to him.” The woman’s face contorted in fury. She yanked her wrist free with a small gasp and pointed a lacquered red nail at I
“But you said not to bring it up?” The maid nodded momentarily. “Yes. Kindly never show the master it. He hates any hint of his history. I might lose everything if he finds out I told you. maybe worse.” Izora opened her mouth to say something, but the click of the door opening open halted her co
It was... lovely. She once more caught a view of herself in the standing mirror. Still sporting trousers from yesterday and a loose cotton top. Hair turned into a quick bun. And yet this garment in her fingers appeared to fit another version of her. a girl she did not know. She hushedly, "Aren't
She was strolling towards hell. - Standing by the shining blue Rolls Royce, a black suit waited calmly to pick her up. He silently unlocked the car door and gestured for her to enter. He effortlessly lifted her suitcase, put it in the trunk, and then slid behind the wheel. With its strong engi







