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THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE CHAPTER 73

Author: MIKS DELOSO
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-23 21:47:43

Sanctum of the Elders — Northwatch Keep

The wind changed.

Not the sort that whispered through leaves or screamed down stone halls.

No, this wind bore omens.

Whispers.

Truths buried under centuries of war and peace too ephemeral to endure.

The Elder in bone-colored silk stood at the Sanctum's periphery, the edge of his robe brushing against untouched snow. Elder Rhovan. Taller than he should have been. Ageless. A guardian of memory no one wanted remembered.

He stood among the trees like a man waiting on a ghost.

And maybe he was.

For she had returned.

The girl.

The accursed fire. The one whose line went not only back to Vladimir, but to her.

The one they had isolated centuries past.

"She bears the mark," he whispered, breath visible in the chill. "And the error is repeating itself."

Behind him, figures emerged from shadows.

The Elder Circle.

Vashti. Mouren. Kaldris. Ysell.

They had arrived unsummoned.

For fate did not require an invitation.

"She is pregnant," Vashti declared, voice a t
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    Outside, beyond the Crescent Vale, the night was quiet but it was not motionless. The wind shifted now, as if it breathed through the very marrow of the mountains. Something was different.Inside the tower of silvery light, well above the treetops, the Council of Elders convened at a table of etched obsidian. Scrolls were open, ink dried on runes of caution. Candles danced abnormally, flames leaning east as if in homage.Ten elders spoke softly, some debating ward position, others writing counter-spells onto paper. A gentle tension throbbed through the air."Another tear along the borderlines was seen just north of the Vale," stated Elder Ravir, his voice clipped. "Same heat pattern, fog, then the smell of iron.""It's escalating quicker than we anticipated," whispered Elder Nyshari. Her silver braids extended past her shoulders as she bent forward over the maps. "Morgane is no longer probing our defenses. She's hunting a course."“But how?” asked another. “The veil is sealed. Not eve

  • THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE   THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE CHAPTER 148

    The heavens over Crescent Vale were weighed down with implicit threats. The wind held a foreboding, its passage through the branches like a whispered promise of conflict yet unmade. But inside the moon-blessed walls of the sanctum, all that was present at that time… was quiet.Emereah sat in the window seat, her arms around her daughter, the small heat of Lunareth's body against her chest. Her heart beat strong but not peaceful. Something within her had moved. Something old, waiting. The child's breath was light, feathered, like a glimpse of dawn taken in her chest.“She’s not just ours,” Emereah whispered, more to herself than to anyone else. “She’s the answer to what they tried to silence.”A gentle knock pulled her from her thoughts. Rhovan stepped inside, his face solemn. “The Council has begun their preparations. But… they’re nervous. The air stirs differently. We all feel it.”Emereah rose slowly, her gaze blazing softly with silver warmth. "I sense it too. As though something

  • THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE   THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE CHAPTER 147

    The days had become quieter since the ceremony. The moon's silver light no longer seemed a blemish carved into their skin—but a mute witness to the dawn of a new age. And yet, all wounds did not heal with time. Some secretly festered beneath the surface, waiting like embers for breath.Vladimir alone on the training grounds at dawn, hands smeared with blood from clutching a blade too hard. His fingers shook—not with fatigue, but with control. Every strike he made at the practice dummies was not merely muscle and metal—it was atonement. A vow muttered through sweat and quiet."I will not seek forgiveness," he whispered to the heavens. "But I will prove myself worthy. Day by day. Blade by blade."Standing in the high window of the stone keep, Emereah gazed down at him. She hadn't intended to. At first, she had only looked down when she felt movement. Now, she couldn't tear her eyes away.He was no longer the Alpha whose name made villages tremble. He was no longer the tyrant who unleash

  • THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE   THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE CHAPTER 146

    Darkness cradled her.It was not the chill, nullified nothingness of death but a living, squirming darkness. It beat with ancient remembrance, with centuries-old hunger. It whispered promises, songs of revenge, and lullabies of power once wrenched from it.Morgane floated inside it, her form lost long before, her essence blown to ash and cinder. But not lost. No… not lost. The fools had buried her beneath fire and foretelling. They believed her smothered, a legend for cowering whelps and musty scrolls.But true darkness does not perish.It bides its time.And now… it awakens.A spark was lit in the darkness. Not fire, but decay. Not light, but hunger. Gradually, she started reassembling herself, fragment by shattered fragment. Each bone recalled the flavor of fury. Each nerve hummed the refrain of betrayal. The air if air begets air trembled about her as her soul started to coalesce.She opened her eyes.At first, there was only void. Then the void trembled and bent around her will, s

  • THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE   THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE CHAPTER 145

    The vast stone chamber rang with old authority, its massive obsidian columns standing like silent guardians. Fire danced in braziers set high upon the walls, their long shadows casting a macabre dance across sculpted murals—history's record of wars long fought, of fallen kings and risen ones, of wolves and witches bound by blood and destiny.Tonight, those walls witnessed the growing tension of the times.The Council had met.Elders, commanders, and spiritual counselors from all four regions of the kingdom crowded the round chamber, their individual robes embroidered with their own clan markings. The room's heavy tension was palpable, hanging in the air like a miasmic mist of unease and dread.Rhovan stood at the forefront of the assembly, his hair streaked with silver tied tightly behind him, his face as somber as the tidings he carried.She is not lost," he declared, voice echoing over the marble floor. "Morgane lives."Gasps traveled through the council. Some muttered prayers. One

  • THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE   THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE CHAPTER 144

    "Emereah," Vladimir stated, moving closer, his tone deep but laden with unspoken command. "I told you once already, this is not something that is for you. You do not belong to be outside here. We need to protect you, not expose you. And secondly, it is not what your father would have us do."Emereah stood in front of him, the fiery rebellious glint in her eyes as fierce as the fire burning in her soul. Her lips parted, a glare of resolve flashing across her face."I am not going to remain behind, Vladimir," she said resolutely. "I am not going to be the one stuck in the background, waiting for someone else to fight for me. Not again."Vladimir's teeth snapped together, but he realized that there was no turning her back now that she had decided. He saw it in her posture, the way she held Lunareth against her child, their child.You already possess the most important thing in this world," he panted, but there was no keeping back the tide of her resolve."I'm carrying the future," Emerea

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