[Bloodbath at the Royal Castle: Is Perseus Cage a Leader, Murderer, or Bully?][Five Council Members Lose Lives Under Alpha's Blade: The Demand for Justice Is Silenced by Tyranny]"I want them all arrested. Whomever wrote this piece of shit!" I growled, my voice a guttural rumble that felt foreign even to my own ears, as I shoved the offending papers down to the ground. The crumpled sheets landed with a satisfying thud, a small release for the inferno raging inside me.Severus watched me, a slow sigh escaping his lips. I hated this. God, I was so incredibly angry. My entire body trembled with a barely contained rage, and I couldn't even think straight, my thoughts a chaotic whirlwind of fury. All I wanted was to kill them all, to burn their entire world to the ground and hear their cries of utter, agonizing despair. It had been two days since that bloody outburst, two days since I had carved a path through those who dared question me. It disgusted me beyond measure that the very peopl
"When he was younger, around thirteen. It was a bit complicated then; he couldn't even remember his own mother, or even me, for that matter," Severus answered, his voice low as he recalled the distant past.Bernadette sat up, the pieces of the puzzle clicking into place in her mind. A sudden realization dawned on her. "His dragon... maybe it's his dragon, his dragon doesn't remember Eleanor. Eleanor took Ryder's memories, but—""But isn't Perseus independent on his own? Why does he rely on his Lycan and dragon to dictate his memories and his very being?" Severus countered, confusion evident in his voice."Because he's been suppressed." She answered, her movements quick and decisive as she hastily picked up Severus's shirt from where it lay discarded and slipped it on. The fabric felt warm against her skin. "I've studied the potion that Asmodeus gave him, the one meant to hide his dragon. It didn't affect his emotions, but it made Ryder, his Lycan, far more dominant over Perseus's cogn
Eleanor froze, every muscle in her body tensing as she struggled in vain against the invisible bonds that held her. Tears, hot and uncontrollable, spilled from her eyes, tracing paths down her pale cheeks. His gaze, a chilling, predatory focus, was fixed solely on her, examining her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. Slowly, agonizingly, his fingers elongated, transforming into grotesque, dark claws that dug into her flesh, a searing pain accompanying their grip. She could feel it, a chilling cold spreading through her veins as he began to drain the very life from her, the energy seeping away with each passing second."Perseus, stop! Please! You'll kill her!" Bernadette's voice, raw with desperation, tore through the suffocating silence, a desperate plea for mercy.Severus, barely clinging to consciousness, could only perceive what was happening as a blurry, indistinct nightmare. His vision swam, and even the simple act of sitting up felt like an insurmountable chall
Severus slammed his hand on the polished wooden table, the sharp crack echoing through the otherwise opulent chambers. He aggressively ran his hands through his hair, his usually composed demeanor completely shattered. Perseus stared at him, a flicker of irritation in his eyes, utterly unable to comprehend what had Severus so thoroughly worked up. He remained seated, radiating an almost regal detachment, yet a cold knot of confusion tightened in his stomach.“Can you hear yourself? You’ll get rid of Eleanor?” Severus barked, his voice laced with incredulity, as if Perseus had suggested something utterly unthinkable. His gaze was fierce, demanding an explanation, a retraction.“Loud and clear,” Perseus responded, his tone heavy with an unshakeable confidence, a certainty that bordered on arrogance. He spoke as though he possessed all the facts, as though his decision was not only justified but entirely inevitable. “I’ve done my best to make sure that there are no fairies left; we made
Perseus, with a practiced, almost mechanical rhythm, signed on another paper, the quill scratching softly against the parchment. His hand moved with an innate efficiency, honed by countless hours of administrative duties. Beside him, Severus, ever the meticulous aide, helped him organize the burgeoning stack of letters on his desk. Each sheet, a potential decree or a crucial response, was held down with an assortment of random objects: a smooth, river-worn stone, a discarded goblet, a heavy, ornate paperweight shaped like a dragon's claw. These makeshift anchors were necessary, given the sheer volume of correspondence that constantly threatened to engulf the polished surface of the desk, even as Perseus continued his relentless signing.His very identity as a part-dragon, a truth recently revealed to the broader world, had led directly to this overwhelming deluge. It wasn't merely the usual royal decrees and kingdom management; these were urgent appeals to the general public, demandin
E L E A N O RI stared at Asmodeus, my gaze unwavering, a silent challenge in my eyes. "You do?" The words were barely a whisper, laced with disbelief, a desperate hope that he might retract his statement, that there was a different path.I don't think I've ever truly wanted to accept my fae powers. It felt, in a deeply unsettling way, like I was trying to replace Reina. I’ve had my share of mourning her, a grief that gnawed at me constantly, a silent apology for even being born, for existing in a way that made me suitable to let Ravon use me as a vessel, for being the reason he took her away in the process. My very existence felt like a betrayal of her memory, a constant reminder of what was lost.Now, I was being told I was supposed to exploit my tribrid abilities, with two versions of my power gone, leaving me with just one. The very version that Perseus had, in his past, made sure went extinct, eradicating fairies from the world. It was a cruel twist of fate, a bitter irony that