로그인The only time she had felt something this chilling was beneath Azazel’s gaze. His glare in that pitch blackness had reduced her every emotion to pure dread. It had left her painfully aware of how unwelcomed and insignificant she was. Yet, even that memory was distant now, because then, at least, she felt unwelcome and insignificant; but this… this was different. Lillia felt suffocated by the overwhelming wave of animosity as though the fact she was living and breathing… no, her entire existence was wrong to begin with.The intense feeling settled over her slowly and completely, sinking through flesh and bones until it seemed to wrap itself around the very essence of her being. That stench, that unbearably putrid stench was hatred. Pure hatred. All the hairs on her neck stood with the coldness that washed down her body, drenching her in cold sweat. She could feel Fenris' wild instincts of survival kick in as she felt like a prey caught in a death trap, and her body was frozen. Fen
The disorienting icy impact was immediate. Cold seeped into her bones with the force of the waterfall driving her beneath the surface before the current dragged her downstream, and with it, pain shot through every injury on her body. For several terrifying seconds, all Lillia could do was allow the river to carry her while she fought to keep herself conscious. When she finally broke the surface, she sucked in a sharp breath and forced herself toward the bank, kicking and pushing until she crawled out of the river. Water streamed down from her clothes, soaking the ground she had stumbled on with momentary relief at finally being grounded and having her life in her hands again. Then, her sharp gaze swept the surroundings, and the first thing she noticed was the decay. The black corruption had crawled across the cliffs and devoured entire sections of the forest in the distance where they had initially ran from. It consumed everything it touched, leaving behind nothing but lifeless hu
Pain welcomed Lillia first when she came to. It seeped into her awareness before anything else, settling into every bruise, every cut and every aching muscle. The throbbing only intensified when she tried to move, disorientation washing over her as she pushed herself upright in the dimly lit cave.“Easy… easy Lillia, it’s alright.” A soft touch followed by a soft voice sounded beside her and familiarity seeped in. “Amelia?” Relief hit Lillia so suddenly it almost stole the rest of her breath. “It’s me.” Amelia smiled softly. “We got away. Are you alright? You passed out the moment we fell into the waterfall.”The mind space—the raging rapids—the entities—Amelia’s leg—Belial. Everything came slamming in all at once and Lillia’s eyes snapped wide open. “Your leg? Is your leg alright?” She watched Amelia gently move her dress, exposing black markings from the entity’s grip on her leg but other than that, the spreading rot was gone. “I am fine. Thank you Lillia.”Only when Lillia confi
Regaleon’s gaze settled on the folded parchment Shane had placed on the table. “What is this?” “The intel from House Blackwell was not the only message I received.” Shane answered quietly. “I’m afraid we may have a problem.” The amusement that had lingered within Regaleon’s dark eyes moments before, disappeared almost instantly, and his hand moved toward the parchment.Silver eyes have left the palace.The message was brief, yet the study fell silent like something had reached into the room and strangled sound before it could escape. So much that Shane felt it first… a tightening in his chest, and he shifted uneasily on his feet as the air around him solidified, pressing down with a weight that made it harder for him to breathe. Even the warmth from the fire felt distant as a sudden shiver worked up his spine. Regaleon did not look up. That was worse. His dark hair fell forward, veiling his expression as the air around him shifted, tightening the knot in Shane’s chest. When Re
The scratching of a quill filled the study, along with the scent of books, leather and ink. Parchment after parchment passed beneath Regaleon’s hands, his signature appearing where required, his seal pressed where necessary, yet despite the mountain of work before him, very little of his attention remained on it.His gaze drifted toward the window, at the winter sunlight disappearing behind the distant jagged mountains and bathing the kingdom in amber light.I mean we will properly become husband and wife. I will see you tonight… wife. The words had rolled off his lips quite easily when he had said them. Yet now… Regaleon’s jaw tightened, why had he said that?A deep sigh escaped his chest as he rested his back with dark strands of hair falling across his face and casting a shadow over his eyes. His silhouette beneath the candlelights accentuated the rugged allure in his effortlessly raw and controlled masculinity as he stared into space. More importantly, why does he… anticipate i
“What is your name?” The low fires crackling from the fireplace warmed up the room quickly. With the windows shut and curtains drawn, the wintry chill that had Kyla’s cheeks growing pale was kept at bay. And as she made herself comfortable on the sofa, she did not dispute the fact that Lillia's dress was absolutely warm and soft to her skin, so much that she felt out of place for even wearing it. “Kyla, my lady.” She replied quietly, lowering her head. Her eyes lingered on her fingers, watching them involuntarily dig into her dress. It had been quite a while since Lillia, Maera and Selene left. Elder Blackwell must be doing a pretty good job, to have kept the guards till now. She thought momentarily as Nefertiti’s voice floated into her thoughts again. “Oh yes, Kyla. Forgive me, child.” Nefertiti tilted her head thoughtfully. “Now that I think about it, I heard Lillia call you once, but what is your full name dear?” Kyla stiffened. Her fingers paused, digging even deeper into her
Blue fire cracked in the dead of night, throwing jittering shadows across the walls of a tent that looked like it had withstood the tests of time. Animal skulls; foxes, wolves, and a few larger unidentifiable beasts hung from fraying cords, their hollow eyes catching the light like silent witnesse
“Lady Briar Rose Montclair.” Silence stretched heavily as Eva sniffed softly.Lillia stared into space recalling all the expressions, the smiles, the subtle conversations that felt insulting yet very relatable. She had felt pity for this woman because her words resonated with her experiences. Ev
Shame crept up her neck burning hot. She opened her mouth to respond, but nothing came.“You forget yourself quickly, consort.” he said evenly, staring down at her, eyes darkening with coldness seeping out. “And yet you stare at me as though you’ve never seen a man before. Do not forget what you ar
Wait—he’s attacking? Why isn’t he moving? Lillia watched the arena. She watched the way Regaleon stood without tension in his shoulders or weight in his stance, even as Garret rushed toward him like a ravenous beast. The announcer’s voice rose and fell somewhere in the background, riling the crowd







