LOGIN* "I'm a fairy, the last of my kind. I'm not all rainbow wings and fairy dust. I am chaos and mayhem. Blood and death. I am here for revenge!" My mate holds me against the floor as she looks down at me defiantly. It's so cute! She even has a wee little knife to my throat as she yells at me. I can't help but get excited about how much fun this is going to be. "Fuck, that's hot baby doll." I say seriously as my dragon starts to purr for her.* The revolution began when a strong group of shifters known as 'The council' decided that magic wielders held too much power in this world. They have hunted and killed men, women and children alike, basking in their spot at the top of the food chain. They have no idea what is waiting in the shadows, hiding under their beds and ready to slit their throats. The resistance, led by one little dangerous fairy they call 'Slayer'. She is ready to lay down her life to bring back balance to the world and nothing will stand in her way. Not even the cinnamon roll dragon, broody vampire, smitten hellhound, loyal werewolf and cocky siren who all claim that she is their soulmate, and they won't take no for an answer.
View MoreThe silk in my hands thrummed like a living thing. As I unrolled more of it, the letters slid, blinked, then settled into meaning only I could see. My mouth moved before I could second-guess it. I read.“When flame meets tide and night meets dawn,Let five be bound and breathe as one.To bear the weight and keep from harm,The heart must split to grow an arm.Where kingdoms rot and rings lie torn,A many-blood shall be reborn;Not of one braid but threads of five,To stitch the world back into life.One crowned by storm on sky and stone,One forged in fire, scaled and bone;One born of depths whose songs unchain,One hell-bound heart who guards the flame;One night-kissed soul, from first blood swornTogether, mercy remakes morn.Yet mark this law the gods have setComplete the ring or drown in debt.If one should falter, one should fall,The Soulclaw shatters, burns them all.Three trials test the woven thread:Of Depth, of Silence, and of Red.Pass Depth with trust, let breath be sh
Claudia pointed to the northern trench where the reef-shadow was blackest and said, “If you want the uncut prophecy, you’ll have to take it from the Deep Library’s sealed stacks. They’re shut with song and guarded by something older than my crown.”“Fun,” I said, because if I didn’t joke, I might scream.Dylan was already digging in a pack Henry had kept slung across his chest. He came up with two smooth, sea-glass stones the color of pale smoke. “Breathing stones,” he said, pressing one into Elijah’s palm and keeping the other. “We lifted a handful from a black market runner weeks ago. We planned for underwater, just… not this underwater.”“How long?” Elijah asked.“Twenty minutes per stone, if you don’t panic-breathe.” Dylan glanced at me. “We’re going to need a lift.”Jeramiah nodded. “Lysara, Calen, you’ll tow them. Fast.” Two sirens peeled from Claudia’s guard line, lean and lethal, arms roped with muscle and hair braided tight for speed. They each coiled a silk tether at their h
We stood there with the sea breathing in and out below the cliff, the wind tugging at my hair, the weight of everything pressing behind my eyes. Elijah didn’t speak at first. He just matched my breaths until mine stopped stuttering.“I owe you an apology,” he said finally, voice low. “A real one. Not the half-hearted kind people give when they want to move on.”I glanced up. His gaze didn’t flinch.“I was raised to see magic wielders as a problem to be solved,” he went on. “A rot you cut out before it spreads. It wasn’t just rules. It was… baked into bone. And when the bond snapped into place with you, it ripped all that open. I panicked. I said things to make the old world true again so I wouldn’t have to admit it was already gone.”He huffed a humorless breath. “It was cowardice. I’m sorry.”The words landed like warm stones in cold water, heavy, real, settling where anger had been floating. I didn’t forgive him. Not like that. But I heard him. He looked past me at the surf, softer
Claudia’s gaze swept the room like a storm assessing its battlefield. The firelight danced over her face, deepening the shadows in her expression. Every instinct in me screamed that whatever came next would change everything.“The prophecy,” she began, voice low and resonant, “wasn’t just a warning. It was a map. And every choice you’ve made, every bond you’ve formed, has been pulling us toward this point.”Jeramiah shifted beside me but didn’t speak. Dylan and Elijah were leaning forward, the air between us strung tight with unspoken questions. Elijah was trying to look relaxed, but I could feel the worry humming through our bond. Claudia’s hands rested on the makeshift table, palms flat. “The Soulclaw Mark is older than the Council, older than the war. It’s a tether the gods themselves wove into this world, to bind five warriors into one living weapon. And you…” Her eyes locked on me, unblinking. “…are the catalyst.”I swallowed. “Catalyst for what?”Her lips twitched in something t
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