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Between Bruises and Blessings

Author: Demiurgos
last update publish date: 2026-06-27 06:40:41

The night had not just turned into a nightmare — it had become the single worst experience of Romulus's entire existence.

He barged out of Sophia's apartment like a man fleeing a burning building, except the fire was his dignity, and it was already ash.

"This was all a test." He muttered it first like a confession, then growled it like an accusation as he dragged himself along the corridor. "All of it. She made the whole thing up just so I'd fail woefully." His voice dropped to something betwee
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  • The Crescent Heir    Between Bruises and Blessings

    The night had not just turned into a nightmare — it had become the single worst experience of Romulus's entire existence.He barged out of Sophia's apartment like a man fleeing a burning building, except the fire was his dignity, and it was already ash."This was all a test." He muttered it first like a confession, then growled it like an accusation as he dragged himself along the corridor. "All of it. She made the whole thing up just so I'd fail woefully." His voice dropped to something between a hiss and a whimper. "All that talk about BDSM and awful riddles. What does she even know about sex and lovemaking if she claims to be a virgin? All for purity and desire." He threw his hands up. "That Ashworth woman is completely crazy. Who names a whip Godzilla? Who, in their right senses, believes love blooms through torture?"He stopped walking for half a second, jaw tight, fists clenched."A beauty with unadulterated evil in her heart." He resumed his march. "Puuta!!"It never stopped. H

  • The Crescent Heir    The Test

    The moonlight was deliberately doing too much tonight. Like it had reserved it's light specifically for this occasion.It poured through the windows uninvited, catching the edges of everything — the bedframe, the glass on the nightstand, Sophia's skin. Especially her skin. Romulus noticed that last part in a way that was becoming difficult to manage.His hands found her hips, and the sound that left him was low and involuntary."You're so beautiful," he breathed. A moan escaping him lips.Sophia stopped.Not slowly, not with warning. She simply stopped, the warmth evaporated from her voice like it had never been there."What was that now?"Romulus blinked. "Uhh... I said you're very—"She was already gone. She unmounted herself with the calm of a woman who had never once lost control of a room, and sat at the edge of the bed, one hand rising to smooth her hair, like nothing had happened. Like she hadn't just pulled the floor out from under him.Romulus sat there — confused, breathless

  • The Crescent Heir    The Desert Wolf's Bride

    The night was alive with something unspoken.The moon hung full and shameless in the sky now, no cloud daring to cross its path, no mist brave enough to blur its light. It poured silver over the city, deliberate and unhurried, but it was strongest here — over the Ashworth estate, in Sophia's apartment — as though the moon itself had chosen a favorite. Her window glass caught the light and transformed it, bending it into something amber, something warm, ancient. The kind of light that didn't just illuminate a room. It awakened it.And it had certainly awakened something in Sophia tonight.Her apartment was a relic of another world entirely. The furniture was carved from dark mahogany, the kind of craftsmanship that died with the seventeenth century. The air smelled of sandalwood and something faintly sweet — natural oils rubbed into the wood until the grain absorbed the scent like memory. Every corner of the room breathed wealth and age, not the loud wealth of the nouveau riche, but th

  • The Crescent Heir    Plan B

    The next few days, Deimon went around the Crescent, rounding up allied clans one by one, quietly mobilizing them into an army of his own making. He ignored every warning his advisers gave him, brushing off caution the way he brushed off weakness, and he wouldn't hesitate to mark anyone who stood against him as an enemy. Power had a way of narrowing a man's vision, and Deimon's had narrowed to a single, gleaming point. He had accepted Chief Adolphus's offer to sit among the Crescent godheads, certain it would grant him real power, or at the very least, a foothold against the Ozeths.-----"The Abbas are ready to march with you, Master Ashworth," Jabari said, voice low and even.The two of them lay relaxed in a steaming bath at a resort, bodies sinking into the heat as a group of women worked over them, oiling their skin and kneading muscle with slow, practiced hands. Steam curled slowly off the water, carrying the scent of jasmine oil and something muskier beneath it, the kind of indu

  • The Crescent Heir    Greystone's Warning

    -------The penthouse held its silence like a held breath. Glass walls framed the city below, all lights and distance, while the air inside still carried the weight of what had happened hours earlier at the Blood-Moon Scion."I'm telling you, that child is a blight." Greystone said, settling into the seat across from Deimon, his voice low and deliberate, like he was choosing each word as though it might detonate.The Scion had ended only hours ago, and Romulus had given the council enough to chew on for the rest of the year. But Greystone wasn't satisfied. If anything, he treated the whole affair like a fable not yet finished being told."With the way this is going, and the pronouncements that follow him everywhere he steps, we'll turn against each other before the year is out, Master Ashworth.""Yet his words carry truth." Deimon swirled the wine in his glass before taking a slow sip, eyes fixed somewhere past Greystone, past the glass, past the city. "Undeniable truth.""Some truths

  • The Crescent Heir    The Ozeths Are Monsters

    -------The Blood-moon sanctuary had a particular atmosphere on days like this — the kind that pressed down on the shoulders before anyone said a word.Deimon had called the meeting that morning with one intention: get things in motion, and get them moving fast. What he's been told isn't what one ignores and let it seat in the mind for too long, lest you forget it.He sat at the head of the table and watched the faces around him — pale, tight-jawed, eyes carrying the specific weight of men and women who understood, without being told, that something irreversible was unfolding. He made a quiet sound inside his chest. He wasn't going to blame them. They had every right to wear that expression. He wore it himself beneath the surface, though he'd sooner bite his own tongue than let it show.What unsettled the room most wasn't the meeting itself.It was the man seated in the Diviner's chair.Romulus.The Desert Wolf sat among them like a stone sculpture standing amongst revered pedestals.

  • The Crescent Heir    Stirred Shadows And 20 Million Reasons To Scream

    ---"I think the situation just got worse, JB. This is really, really bad." Emmett kept pestering Jebediah, who stayed quiet and seemed to ignore him with deliberate, practiced ease. "You don't get it, do you? A pregnant Luna is a game changer. Everything changes, everything."They were far fro

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-22
  • The Crescent Heir    Luxury Or What ?

    "Whoa."The word left Anna's mouth before she could dress it up into anything more articulate.She stood at the entrance of the estate's garage — or rather, what she had assumed would be a garage but which revealed itself, with each passing second, to be something else entirely. Something that defi

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-21
  • The Crescent Heir    The Mad Supper

    The bell's resonant peal rolled through Mooncrest Estate like a living thing—ancient bronze struck by ancient ritual, the sound carried on wolf-sense as much as air. It vibrated in Anna's bones, a call that bypassed human hearing and spoke directly to the beast within.Dinner.Anna was on her feet

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-19
  • The Crescent Heir    Where The Earth Meets The Sky

    The tunnel terminated in darkness and desperation.Anna stared upward at the exit latch, her chest heaving with exertion. Ten feet above her head, maybe more. The vertical shaft mocked her exhaustion, but the faint scent of open air beyond gave her hope—her first real hope in days. Soon they'll dis

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-17
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