LOGINYou had met the woman of your dreams and fell in love. You eloped. But when you both returned to take your rightful place among the clan, your dream turned into a neverending nightmare. Your souls became destined to always say goodbye, but what happens when those shadows that you once feared become your comfort? Can a love be reborn in the shadows of goodbye? Edward, a light Fae prince, had met Ara and fell in love. His father ripped that love from him and killed her. He sought his revenge and summoned The Darkness and became The Beast. He became a dark demonic Fae and got his vengeance but the price he paid made him have to accept human sacrifices. One such sacrifice, Bella, caught both Edward and his Beast’s attention. He took her to the Fae realm and made her his servant. His Beast becomes so drawn to her that he claims her and instills her with his magic. It binds their souls but it also does something else. It triggers visions of Edward’s life before he was The Beast. Ara begins to manifest more and more causing Edward and his Beast to war with themselves. Does Ara have a plan? Will Edward submerge himself and ultimately lose himself to the shadows of goodbye?
View MoreThe grand dining hall, usually a bastion of refined elegance, had, in the weeks since the Confluence, devolved into a delightful cacophony. Breakfasts were now less a meal and more a strategic operation. Lyraeus, ever the picture of regal composure, still managed to eat his perfectly portioned moon-fruit while engaging Edward in a discourse on inter-dimensional trade routes. Sylas, nestled by the largest window, communed silently with a particularly stubborn patch of moss growing between the flagstones, occasionally offering a cryptic murmur about "the whispers of the earth."And then there were Vincent and Kaelen. “No, no, no!” Kaelen declared, her fiery hair practically sparking as she wrestled a piece of roasted boar from Vincent’s plate. “You eat the crust first! It’s the best part!”“That&
He grinned sheepishly, nudging a displaced suit of armor back into place with his foot. “Just a minor… realignment. Kaelen! Are you hiding?”A mischievous giggle floated down from the upper balcony. “Found you!” Kaelen dropped from the railing, landing with a soft *thud* right in front of Vincent, her fiery hair a blur of orange and gold. She was wearing practical leather trousers and a tunic, a quiver of arrows slung over her back. “Ready to get your backside handed to you, big guy?” she challenged, a glint in her amber eyes. Vincent let out a mock growl. “You wish, Wildling! I’ve been practicing my new move!” He lunged, but she was quicker, sidestepping him with a laugh. “Too slow, buttercup!” she taunted, then darted away, leading him in a chase through the hall. Max entered from the opposite end, a large chunk of venison bone in his hand, gnawing on it contentedly. He watched the spectacle, a deep, rumbling laugh escaping him. “They’re good for each other, Bella. Keeps him on h
I winced. “My apologies. Vincent can be… enthusiastic.” “On the contrary,” Lyraeus said, a thoughtful expression on his face. “There is a certain… freedom in it. A raw, unburdened joy that is rare in my court. It is… disarming. And Ara seems to thrive on it. She even joined him, briefly, before remembering her royal decorum.” “She needed that,” I said softly. “She carries a lot of responsibility.” “She does. And she carries it with grace that astounds me. She is a queen born, Bella. And she is everything I never knew I sought.” His eyes, usually so serious, held a depth of affection that was truly beautiful. “Thank you for raising such a remarkable daughter.” Regina’s mate, Sylas, was a creature of quiet wonder. He moved with the rustle of leaves, his voice a soft murmur that seemed to come from the very earth. He rarely spoke unless it was truly necessary, preferring to communicate through subtle gestures and the ancient language of the forest. This made him a fascinating counter
Vincent’s jaw dropped, then a laugh, louder and more joyful than any I had ever heard from him, burst forth. “Bored? You look like you’ve been wrestling a griffin!” She snorted, a flash of fire in her eyes. “Only because there weren’t any dragons around! You look like you need a good run!” He took a step forward, his eyes alight with pure delight. “Oh, I think we’re going to get along just fine.” She launched herself at him, not in an embrace, but in a playful tackle. He caught her, a surprised grunt escaping him, and they tumbled to the ground, laughing, a tangled heap of wild energy. The solemnity of the Confluence was shattered, replaced by an infectious wave of mirth. The assembled Fae, initially shocked, soon joined in the laughter, a collective sigh of relief and amusement. This was Vincent’s mate, indeed. She was his chaos, his challenge, his perfect match. Edward, Noah, and Max stood by me, their faces alight with pride and a shared understanding. Edward’s hand found
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