로그인Vuk Kael LaskovicDo you believe in love?Not the kind sung about in careless taverns or whispered between foolish youths who think longing is the same thing as devotion. I mean the kind of love that roots itself deep into your bones, that claws into your ribs and refuses to leave, the kind that makes the world feel smaller and sharper because one person suddenly becomes the center of everything you are.Like falling terribly in love with someone you can’t imagine a single second without them.The feeling is like a flower blooming beneath the first rays of morning sunlight—slow, warm, inevitable. Gentle at first… and then overwhelming before you even realize it has taken hold.Gods…I breathed out slowly, my chest rising and falling with quiet ease as I stared at the beautiful woman I had been fortunate enough to call mine.She stood at the center of the garden, her white hair catching the golden glow of the morning sun like strands of silver fire. The breeze moved softly around her,
Vuk Kael Laskovic “You were jealous…”Her voice carried that teasing softness I had come to recognize too well, the kind that always made something warm settle deep in my chest even when I tried to act unaffected.“No, I wasn’t,” I lied instantly, not even bothering to hide the stubborn edge in my tone.She chuckled softly at that, the sound low and warm, like she had already caught me in the lie before I even finished speaking. The mattress shifted slightly beneath her as she leaned closer, her eyes shining with quiet amusement while she studied my face like she was reading straight through me.“You can’t fool me,” she murmured, her fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns across my chest. “You were jealous.”“No,” I repeated again, firmer this time, though even I could hear the weakness hiding inside the denial.“Yes.”“No.”“Yes.”“No.”Her smile widened slowly, mischievous and knowing, the kind of smile that always made me feel exposed no matter how much control I pretended to have.I
Vuk Laskovic “Are you okay, my love?” I asked quietly as I pulled Maureen into my arms, holding her carefully as if she might still break apart if I loosened my grip. Her body leaned into mine without resistance, and for the first time since the chaos began, I allowed myself to breathe properly. The tremor in her shoulders had lessened, but not disappeared, and the memory of her screaming in darkness still burned behind my eyes like an open wound.She nodded faintly, her fingers curling into the front of my shirt as if grounding herself in something real. Her breathing had steadied, but the exhaustion clinging to her was obvious. Fear lingers long after danger passes, and what she endured tonight would not fade easily—not from memory, not from blood.“Please tell me you actually killed that bitch,” she said suddenly, her voice rough and hoarse, the anger barely masking the lingering fear beneath it.I let out a quiet breath and shook my head once.“No,” I replied calmly.Her head lif
Maureen Darkness swallowed everything around me so completely that it felt suffocating, thick and endless, pressing in from every direction until I couldn’t tell where the walls were, where the floor ended, or where danger waited. I had no sense of distance anymore—no shapes, no shadows, no certainty—just sound and breath and the terrifying realization that I was trapped inside a world that had gone silent and blind all at once. My heart pounded violently against my ribs, each beat loud enough to drown out reason, each breath scraping painfully through my chest as panic clawed its way upward.But beneath that panic—There was rage.Hot.Violent.Unforgiving.I had no idea what was happening around me, no idea where she stood or how close she was to my child, but Gods help me… I swore in that moment that if I survived this, if I got even one more chance to touch my babies again, I would kill Celeste with my bare hands if I had to.“Don’t you dare give her shit!!” I screamed hoarsely i
Celeste POV “No, Vuk, don’t listen to her—she already took my eyes!” Maureen screamed hoarsely behind me, her voice cracking under the weight of panic and desperation. Even blind, even trembling, she still tried to hold onto control, still tried to sway him before I could tighten the noose properly. I rolled my eyes slowly at her outburst, unimpressed, her frantic shouting doing nothing but adding noise to a situation that demanded precision.“Think carefully, Vuk…” I said calmly, lifting my hand just slightly, letting the invisible thread of magic tighten around Lauren’s small body. She rose higher into the air, her tiny limbs moving weakly as confusion stirred inside her fragile mind. Not crying yet—just startled, sensing danger without understanding it. “Lauren… or a tiny little blood offering. Your choice.”“And an oath,” I added quietly, tilting my head as I studied his face with slow calculation.Nyxara moved sharply beside him, her tail flicking with barely restrained rage, he
Celeste The moment the darkness swallowed her vision, I smiled—not the soft, polite smile I wore when pretending to be loyal, not the careful servant’s smile meant to earn trust—but something older, deeper, carved from years of waiting and swallowing humiliation. It spread slowly across my lips, deliberate and unhurried, the kind of smile that only comes when something long desired finally begins to unfold exactly as planned. I watched her carefully, savoring the delay between the magic taking hold and her mind catching up to what had just happened. That tiny pause… that fragile second before panic… it was exquisite.Her scream followed a heartbeat later, sharp and ragged, tearing violently through the air like glass shattering against stone. “I can’t see!” she cried, her voice breaking under the weight of raw terror as she twisted against the ropes binding her wrists. “Celeste—what did you do?! I can’t see anything!” The words spilled from her mouth in broken bursts, each syllable s
_Vuk Kael LaskovićThe war room felt colder than usual, even with the hellfire veins pulsing behind the black glass walls.I was leaned back in the obsidian throne, flipping through a thick stack of border reports and land deeds on the holo-pad in front of me. The sweater Maureen made was hidden un
– Maureen LaurentI woke to silence and the faint ache of a body thoroughly claimed.The black furs were tangled around my legs, still warm from where he’d been, but the space beside me was empty. Cold, even. Vuk was gone.A soft sigh escaped me — half frustration, half lingering shyness. My thighs
– Vuk Kael LaskovićThe doors slammed shut behind her with a finality that echoed through the chambers like the closing of a crypt.I stood there, frozen in place, hands still half-raised from where they’d cradled her face. The warmth of her tears lingered on my palms, a ghost of salt and sorrow. T
Maureen Laurent:The dining hall was a cathedral of southern excess—crystal chandeliers dripping light like molten gold, white marble floors veined with green, the long table groaning under platters of roasted pheasant, glazed fruits, and delicate pastries that smelled like childhood summers I no l







