{Dragon realm}While chaos raged in the Moon Realm, Arianna was simply bonding with her child, Rheal.The boy reminded her so much of her love, Duncan.His smile, tiny laughter, eyes—the way he carried himself and spoke.Little Dun.She would give him his first name once he reunited with Duncan.Honestly, if it weren’t for her mate, she might never return to the Moon Realm. Or perhaps she would… because she had made promises to many there.But it was tempting to remain here. Everyone had been so kind, respectful—making her feel at home.Simple and peaceful.Every night, those around her kissed her knuckles before going to bed.They believed it to be an act of honor and blessing.The only person she hadn’t really spoken to was Drakora. She had a lot to say, but several subtle things were holding her back.Her real mother. She never thought they’d cross paths one day.“She’s not bad,” Lylah whispered when she caught Arianna staring at Drakora, who was playing with Rheal.“I know. We wou
“It’s a girl.”Yvonne stopped breathing at the male mage, Sahrak’s, revelation. Her drained of color.She waited for the gothic-looking man to laugh and tell her it was a cruel fucking joke, but his face remained as stoic as ever.“What do you mean it’s a girl?”“‘It’s a girl’ means it’s a girl. Is there another way to explain that?”The mage spoke as though those words weren’t triggering. She had waited almost a month for this news, and this was all she got?That in three months, she was about to give birth to a girl.“You must be kidding, right?”Sahrak simply scoffed and rose to leave, but Yvonne grabbed him by the arm. He raised a brow.“Do it again. I can't pay a fortune only to get this. You must have made a mistake somewhere!”Sahrak shrugged her off.“You are not the problem, woman.”Yvonne’s brows creased. “What do you mean?”“The probability of the king having a male child is nearly impossible.”“Impossible?” Yvonne’s body shook. “And yet you never told Lord Valoreth?”“He n
"Aria," Lylah whispered, going to sit beside her. "Are you alright?"Arianna shook her head."No... No I am not alright. I still can't believe all these years have passed," Arianna whispered, then looked at her. "And you've... changed a lot. I... I'm so overwhelmed.""I'll explain everything," she said, offering a hand one Arianna took with a small smile.•After the explanation, Arianna stayed quiet for a long time. So many things had happened in what she had thought was a short while.So many twists and chaos. New lives, new leaders. A world she no longer recognized, yet still belonged to. A world that had changed without her.Arianna stared into the fading sun, her fingers still gently locked with Lylah's. She could feel the warmth, the heartbeat of her sister, but her own felt faint, distant, buried beneath the weight of everything.It was hard to think of anything. The marks on her sister were a clear sign of her hardship.And then..."What's his name?""Rheal. And he is so adora
{Arianna’s short narration} It was all still fresh, as if it had happened just yesterday. The lifeless body of my mate. The betrayal. The blood. The chant of the realm wanting me gone. The fight. The smirks on the faces of those who tore me apart—everything was still fresh. But there was more. A happy part. Fast, yet so long I could swear it had lasted for years. I remembered getting shot from behind while Eryndor tried to help me escape. I had taken that as my end, especially when Eryndor took his last breath in the sky. But when my eyes slipped shut, I was shoved into the void space where my terrifying inner dragon awaited. Unlike the last time, when the dragon terrified me, this was different. I couldn’t feel a thing—I just stared at it. It was my end, after all. But then familiarity hit me. Lily. Lily was the dragon. When I called her name, for the first time, the beast purred—as though she had been waiting a long time for me to recognize her. To see she had been
Lylah lost her balance and tumbled down the mountain with Isla’s headless body.Just before she hit the ground, Falcon caught her and gently laid her down. She had sustained bone injuries from the fall.“You alright?” Falcon asked softly.No, she was not. Isla...She gave Isla’s lifeless body one last glance before walking away with Falcon. The one who shot—she had seen his face.Rodaric."Thousands of wolves are coming," Lylah said, and Falcon said nothing, only helped her toward the others.Zav was in Sylra’s arms, struggling to breathe. Lylah rushed to his side.“Zav,” she whispered. The male looked at her with a dying gaze—and still, he gave her a small smile.“You fought well,” he said, and her eyes filled with tears.“I’m sorry,” she whispered.Zav's face squeeze in pain. "It's alright... Thank you, Lylah."Lylah took his hand and kissed his knuckles gently. "I should be the one thank you Zav. You're a great man."“Oh, heaven…” one of the Ouroboros muttered, shoulders tensed—sam
Their blades rose in the air.Lylah was the first to dash toward them before Falcon could speak, his face went pale at her speed as she dug her daggers into her first victim’s eyes.Her body swayed like a goddess of war, her blades dancing in her hands as if they were part of her body.That crazy smile on her lips suggested she had been dying to do this. To kill.He joined the fight, striking his opponents with his sword. Falcon hadn't stopped training over the years, what had happened years ago only made him train insanely hard.Mostly because he wanted to save Lylah, he knew his master would want that.That was why Falcon was covered in scars he got from fighting off those five brute Lycans who almost killed him.But seeing how Lylah fought with terrifying brutality, the way she swiftly dodged and brought them down like flies, was something else.The grin on her face showed she was enjoying it, especially in her half-shift with her wolf. The way she licked the blood that brushed her