Masuk“Kien, take our daughter and leave this island! We both already knew this was going to happen! Lyrielle has to fulfill her part of her prophecy! You can’t allow her to die here!” my mother said. My father turned toward me and nodded in response. He then looked toward the Finders and threw somethin
I knew that we were not safe, especially if the King of the North had sent them. “Please!” I shouted. “I will go with you. Don’t kill anyone! Let my father go, and I will be whatever you want me to be!” Even though that was not what I wanted, I had to do it because I would rather sacrifice myself th
I placed a hand on my chest as I hid myself behind the door. My heart pounded hard against my chest, and each time I heard a scream from those outside, I jumped in fright. No matter how I tried to cover my ears, I could hear them. It was as if they were begging for my help. “We are not giving up a
~Lyrielle~ My fingers stilled on the fragrant herbs I was collecting when a loud scream sounded from across the field. Before I could figure out what was happening, the villagers who had gathered with me to collect herbs started running toward me. “What is happening!” I demanded from one of the
I stepped forward, the orb’s light blazing through my tunic, casting shadows that danced like specters across the walls. “Try that again,” I said, my voice low, dangerous, each word dripping with the promise of violence, “and I’ll turn you to ash right here.” Lyrielle’s hand brushed my arm, her touc
The arena was a explosion of color and life, a sprawling circle of stone and magic that seemed to hum with the energy of Katula’s heart. The high walls were draped with banners in every shade—crimson, emerald, sapphire—fluttering in the evening breeze, their edges catching the glow of hundreds of la
“Harder,” I begged, my voice hoarse from screaming. Arineth listened to me as he pounded into me, wild and unrestrained, and the wall rattled with every thrust. The sound filled the room—wet, rhythmic slaps of our skin, my moans, his grunts. His hands gripped my ass and spread me wider, then he slam
“Now,” he said as he stood up and wiped his chin, “I’m going to fuck you hard, and you’re going to remember this as nothing but hate sex.” He kissed me again, and I tasted myself on his lips. I tried to touch his chest, but he grabbed my hand and pinned it above my head.“I just want to see you,” I
He suddenly broke the kiss, panting, and I thought he was about to walk away from me, but instead, he pressed his forehead to mine, his breath fanning my swollen lips. “This changes nothing between us. Whatever happens tonight, Lyrielle is because of the heat,” he said, his thumbs brushing my cheeks
~Lyrielle/Elyriah~“I want our mate so bad,” Cara cried out in my head. She wasn’t the only one who wanted him because I did, too, but we both knew what we craved was born of lust, fueled by the heat consuming us. When he touched me, it felt like I was in heaven, where only pleasure existed. And whe







