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Chapter 362 - Surrender

Autor: Kristy Pearson
last update Data de publicação: 2026-05-18 07:18:53

(Adelaide & Caelum)

The burrow held its breath with her.

Not in silence, but a listening hush, the burrow’s earthen walls curving in as if to cradle something precious. The roots overhead shifted with slow, ancient creaks, not so much moving as remembering, their age woven into every sound. Here, the earth itself seemed old enough to know the difference between violence and reverence, and for once, it chose not to intervene. The soil’s damp, mineral tang clung to the back of her throat, grou
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  • The Devil's Broken Doll   Chapter 363 - Off

    (Adelaide & Caelum) The words dragged from him as if they cost something, like letting them exist meant letting everything else follow. Her gaze held his for a fraction longer, something unspoken passing between them, something that did not need words to settle into place. Her hands moved again, urgency cutting through what little restraint she had left, the slow reverence beginning to fracture under something hotter, something that demanded more than patience. She grabbed the torn edges of his bloodied shirt and ripped it the rest of the way open, the fabric giving under her hands as she tore it free from him and flung it aside without a second thought. The shift hit her instantly. Heat, sharper now, unfiltered, the solid plane of his chest beneath her palms, the subtle flex of muscle as he breathed, as he reacted, as he tried and failed to keep that careful control intact. Her fingers didn’t pause. They dropped lower, finding the tie at his waist, the cord rough against

  • The Devil's Broken Doll   Chapter 362 - Surrender

    (Adelaide & Caelum) The burrow held its breath with her. Not in silence, but a listening hush, the burrow’s earthen walls curving in as if to cradle something precious. The roots overhead shifted with slow, ancient creaks, not so much moving as remembering, their age woven into every sound. Here, the earth itself seemed old enough to know the difference between violence and reverence, and for once, it chose not to intervene. The soil’s damp, mineral tang clung to the back of her throat, grounding her in something older than memory, as if the bones of the world itself pressed close, holding them in a hush that belonged to beginnings. Emberlight seeped through the hollow in slender, muted ribbons, painting the burrow in a low, golden pulse that shimmered against the packed earth. It caught along the lines of him where he lay beneath her, the scars across his chest no longer mere wounds but marks of intention, carved and carried forward as if the world itself had written its scriptur

  • The Devil's Broken Doll   Chapter 361 - Private Confession

    (Adelaide)Saying what I want would change something. Her gaze didn’t waver. “Don’t what?” she pressed, the words quiet, but certain. His jaw tightened slightly, the hesitation brief but real, before it gave way. “Because I don’t want to lose you before we even get there,” he said. The words settled into the space between them with a weight that felt different from everything else—less reactive, less driven by the moment, and more like something that had been sitting beneath the surface long before any of this. Adelaide felt it. Felt the way it shifted something in her chest, something that had been forming since the tunnel, since the way he had looked at her, the way he had touched her, the way he had stood between her and everything that wanted to tear her apart. “You almost did,” she whispered. Not to blame. As a fact. “And it—” her voice caught briefly, her throat tightening before she forced the rest through. “It felt like something was being ripped out of me before

  • The Devil's Broken Doll   Chapter 368 - My Queen

    (Apollo)The throne room did not merely still; it seized beneath the force of his arrival. The air compressed, as if something vast had been forced into a space never meant to contain it. The impact of his landing cracked the stone floor, sending a sharp tremor through the pillars that framed the chamber. Conversations died mid-breath, not by command but by instinct, every soul in the room reacting at once to the pressure that rolled outward from him in heavy, suffocating waves. Each inhale became deliberate, each movement measured against survival. Generals turned, not in unison but in staggered recognition, their focus dragged toward the source of it as shadow and fire recoiled from the shape that now filled the space where their king should have stood. Malachar moved first, stepping forward with the reflex of command and loyalty, power already gathering around him in response to the intrusion— And then he saw him. Not the man who ruled the Dominion with measured control and de

  • The Devil's Broken Doll   Chapter 359 - Nothing Else

    (Adelaide) Time surrendered its shape somewhere between the second wound and the third, uncoiling itself with the slow inevitability of a serpent sloughing its ancient skin. Only the present endured, inescapable and pitiless. Time did not pass; it unravelled, each thread snapping in turn until nothing remained but the moment itself, drawn taut and merciless as the blade of a fallen angel. Adelaide no longer counted her actions in steps or choices, but in the relentless grind of movement and resistance, in the searing heat and the slow, savage labour of driving the Queenflame deeper than immortal flesh was meant to endure. The wound at his side was the worst, a gash so profound it demanded her hand vanish into him, swallowed by blood and torn sinew, the living heat clutching at her skin as if some infernal spirit refused to relinquish its claim. She pressed on, past the threshold where instinct shrieked for retreat, past the point where mercy would have faltered. Her breath had long

  • The Devil's Broken Doll   Chapter 358 - What Fire is For

    (Adelaide)“But I have fire.” Adelaide drew in a breath and held it for a moment, not to steady herself completely, but enough to keep from breaking apart under the weight of what she was about to do. “I’m going to try something,” she murmured, her eyes flicking briefly to Cael's face as if she expected him to argue, to stop her, to say anything at all. But he didn’t move. The brief clarity he had found was gone again, his body slack, his breathing still present but thinner now, slipping further from her with each passing second. Her throat tightened hard enough to hurt. She swallowed it down. Forced herself forward. Her hand returned to his chest, checking again, feeling for the rise and fall that was still there, still holding, still enough. “Okay,” she said softly, the word more for herself now than for him, her voice trembling but not breaking as she shifted back slightly, grounding herself in the narrow space, in the feel of stone beneath her knees, in the reali

  • The Devil's Broken Doll   Chapter 123 - To See What Breaks

    (Apollo & Adelaide)Cael stepped into the room.Adelaide was only half-aware of it. Her body still pulsed with aftershocks, each tiny twitch of muscle sending ripples through the ropes, the clamps, the magic. She didn’t have the strength to lower her head. She hung there, breathing raggedly, vision

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  • The Devil's Broken Doll   Chapter 120 - Name It

    (Apollo & Adelaide)Apollo’s gaze flicked upward for a heartbeat. His jaw clenched. The Queen’s marks again, answering her.His hand skimmed back up her leg, this time with less patience.He drew a harsher stroke of fire along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, stopping just short of the burnin

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  • The Devil's Broken Doll   Chapter 116 - Prizes & Possessions

    (Apollo)Apollo let the silence stretch, the air thickening between them until the only sounds were her breathing and the low crackle of the ever-present fire in the veins of the stone. Even the distant roar of Hell’s rivers seemed to hush, as though the realm itself were leaning closer to listen.

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  • The Devil's Broken Doll   Chapter 124 - Fire And Desire

    (Caelum Ashborne)The chamber felt like the aftermath of a storm. It was not quiet—never quiet. Instead, the space felt hollow, as if something holy and blasphemous had passed through, leaving the air bruised. Heat clung to the stone, thick and suffocating, heavy with smoke, sweat, and scorched mag

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