LOGINDear Readers, I owe you guys my deepest apology for being unavailable for such a long period of time. I know many have given up on the story and me, but to those who are still here... you have my heartfelt gratitude. The reason for my absence are many. Last two months have been extremely challenging for me in terms of mental and physical health. Plus family and life issues really know how to break someone at their lowest. Writing in the condition I was for last two months would have lead to disaster not just in my life, but this story as well. Good thing is, I have broken in solitude and found myself at the same time. I'm still recovering and trying to rebuild myself. I can't promise you much, but I promise that I will complete this story with the best of my abilities. Love you :)
I was screaming in pain as I gave birth, and Asher was holding my hand. Yet I felt detached from the body he held, as though I were outside it — or perhaps the person Asher held wasn’t me at all.‘Hang in there, Xanthea. I’m here with you…’ Asher coaxed Xanthea in labor, but then his head turned in
‘Don’t look back!’ Ezra panted.And so we ran even when our lungs burnt and our legs gave out.We stopped beside a metal trapdoor, which Ezra pried open.‘Go…’ Ezra was out of breath as he looked at the sky. The birds were striking the ground like meteors now.I climbed down the stairs. I was halfwa
[Xanthea]Azum placed the flute against his lips and began playing a tune, his musical energy uniting with Raven’s healing power like sunlight with air.One beat, then another, followed by a breath, and then another.Giggles and laughter swirled in the streams of my heart.I looked at Raven, and sim
Ezra stirred ever so slightly inside the healing sphere. Did he feel it too? No. How could he? Demons couldn’t feel the mate bond.Raven and Azum were working together. Azum had stayed with me while I brewed the potion for Raven, but he’d been summoned away in the middle of it.I stepped closer to w
[Xanthea]By evening, I was ready to enter Ezra’s healing chamber.After Zxlorthon teleported us into the bunker around noon, I showered, changed into scrubs, and began the final sterilization process.Having no time to breathe was a blessing because, after everything that had happened, solitude and
This wasn’t the first time Raven had done this.He lay amidst the toys scattered across the glass floor.A dark wooden casket toppled on its side, as though emptied and discarded in a hurry.A chessboard and its glass pieces, roughly mended with tape and glue.A black cat plushie, its limbs and neck







