LOGIN❤️ The Puppet Master ❤️Isolde stepped through the portal without another word.The dark energy swirled around her, swallowing her hair and pale blue eyes until there was nothing left but the fading hum of magic. The portal closed behind her with a soft noise, leaving Malgron alone in the darkness.He stood there for a long moment, his heart pounding in his chest. His hands were still shaking. His mind was still reeling. He did not know what she was planning. He did not know what she was going to do. But he knew one thing for certain.She was dangerous.He turned and stepped through his own portal, back to the small house in the lower kingdom. The familiar smell of wood smoke and herbs greeted him as he stepped inside. The fire had burned down to glowing embers and the house was quiet.Too quiet.He looked up and saw Draevon sitting at the table.Draevon was leaning back in his chair, his pale eyes fixed on Malgron with an expression that was impossible to read. His dark hair was loo
❤️ They Were All Her Pawns (2) ❤️Malgron stood right in front of Isolde, his green eyes fixed intently on her face. He was patiently waiting for her to break the silence. Waiting for her to tell him what the next step of their plan would be. Waiting for her to give him some kind of sign, any small word at all, that would reassure him that he was still a valued partner in her vision.But she simply did not speak to him at all, it was as if she was in a world of her own.And inside her mind, her ruthless plot continued to unfold piece by piece.Elara and Vaeloria had already marched up to the palace earlier today.That had been the crucial first step in her master plan. Those two gullible sisters had walked straight through the throne room without hesitation and stood directly before the High Lord. They had eagerly spilled all what they know about Draevon into his ears including the terrifying magical abilities he possessed. They warned him about what this unknown Khyrador of a p
❤️ They Were All Her Pawns ❤️He swallowed hard, his throat feeling completely dry and rough like sand."Everything is officially set," Malgron said, his deep voice coming out far quieter and more hesitant than he had intended. "The grand ruler of the Forged has taken our bait without asking a single question."Isolde did not answer him.She just continued to stare at him in total silence.And deep inside her sharp mind, the dark, hidden truth of her entire journey unfolded like a twisted, poisonous flower.She clearly remembered the terrible day she had personally witnessed Draevon destroy the Shadowmere Dominion.She had been right there on that very day. Hidden away in the rocks. Watching every single detail from above. She had been standing on a steep cliff overlooking the kingdom, her long silver hair whipping wildly in the cold wind, her pale blue eyes fixed on the horrific havoc unfolding below. She had watched in silent horror as Draevon tore through her people and her
❤️ Isolde’s Dark Secret ❤️Vaeloria continued to stare intently at the handsome prisoner bound near the throne. Her dark eyes were cold, highly calculating, and hungry with fresh ambition.And this broken young man sitting in heavy chains right before her was a direct descendant of that terrifying lineage.She slowly turned back to face the High Lord sitting upon his throne. Her sharp face showed absolutely nothing of the dark, twisted thoughts swirling inside her mind. She remained remarkably calm, composed, and completely in control of her emotions."I want him," she said plainly, pointing her finger directly at the chained prisoner in the corner.The High Lord raised one of his eyebrow in surprise, and his cruel, wide smile spread further across his features."You want my personal pet?" he asked, his deep voice dripping with pure amusement. "You want the broken shadow weaver? What on earth could a girl like you possibly want to do with a piece of trash like him?"Vaeloria
❤️ The Chained Shadow Weaver (2) ❤ The ruler stared down at the two women from his high throne, his chest rising and falling heavily. His hands tightly gripped the armrests of his seat, his knuckles turning pale under the pressure. He had truly not expected any of this. He had certainly never imagined two low-born women from the Outskirts walking straight into his palace and casually displaying a level of raw magical energy that directly rivaled his own ancient power. However, the cunning ruler kept his deep panic hidden behind a stern mask. He did not speak his inner fears out loud. He was far too smart to alert them to his sudden fear, and he certainly did not want them to realize just how intimidated he actually was by their sudden growth. If these foolish women did not yet understand the full extent of their own terrifying strength, he could still easily manipulate them. He could use their foolish grudge to destroy this Khyrador threat and keep them under his personal control.
❤️ The Chained Shadow Weaver ❤️ The grand palace of the High Born Forged was completely breathtaking in its size and splendor. Malgron, Elara, and Vaeloria walked straight through the towering front archways and into the vast halls, holding their heads up high and keeping their eyes fixed firmly ahead. Elara and Vaeloria had ever stepped foot inside these pristine walls before today. In truth, commoners like them had never been allowed anywhere near the palace grounds. This grand fortress was built exclusively for the high born nobles, the wealthy military commanders, and the ones who truly held power in the kingdom. It was certainly not meant for the lowest of the low. It was never meant for forgotten women from the Outskirts. But on this cold afternoon, the three of them walked through the halls with absolute purpose. The heavy-armored guards stationed at the main gates had eyed them with deep suspicion as they approached. The palace servants carrying trays through the cor
Chapter 2️⃣ ❤️ Reborn to Hunt Her ❤️ The night he died, Draevon opened his eyes expecting to see the underworld or maybe nothing at all. Instead, he found himself staring at the familiar ceiling of his chamber. What the hell? He sat up so fast he nearly fell out of bed. His hands flew to his t
Chapter 1️⃣ Three (3) Years Later: Khyrador Palace Throne Room: Two men were kneeling on the ground, shaking with fear as they stared at the man seated on the throne. But he wasn't sitting normally. Oh no. He was upside down, his feet touching where his head was supposed to be while his head, w
*********************🔥🔥Prologue 🔥🔥~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The first time he kissed her, it was with blood on his mouth, but it was not his but her blood.Her back was pressed against the wall of the war tent, lips split from battle, body slick with the sweat of a dozen kills. She'd slaughtered his gua
Chapter 3️⃣ ❤️ Violence and Food ❤️She turned to the boy, ready to just walk away, but he was still staring at her with wide eyes. Not scared eyes though, but impressed eyes. "That was amazing!" he breathed. "You moved so fast I didn't even see it! And the way you just BAM and his head went fly







