LOGIN❤️ The Forged Prince Awakens ❤️"Wonderful," Draevon said cheerfully. "This is going to be remarkably entertaining."Aldric scowled deeply, darting a suspicious glance toward Draevon. Something felt entirely wrong about the situation. Why was the mad king so openly joyful? Why was he so excited for a duel? Did he actually expect Marl to win the fight? Did he want Aldric to suffer a humiliating defeat?He quickly forced those nagging thoughts straight out of his mind. He could not afford any distractions right now. He needed absolute focus. He had to win this fight to save his strong heir.He turned his full attention back to Marl. His son remained standing in the middle of the courtyard, perfectly still and completely calm, keeping his red eyes locked straight onto his father's face."You will deeply regret this foolish idea," Aldric warned him grimly.Marl allowed a smile to touch his lips. It was a cold, brimming with absolute confidence."No," Marl replied quietly. "I do not
❤️ No Longer the Weak Son ❤️The night was bitter cold and completely black.The moon remained hidden behind a thick blanket of heavy clouds. The wall torches still flickered continuously along the stone perimeter. The guards still stood motionless at their assigned posts. The entire palace grounds were still absolute quiet.And King Aldric was still down on his knees.He had been begging for what felt like hours on end. His voice had turned hoarse and raspy. His throat felt completely raw. His red eyes were swollen from tears he simply could not stop. He had begged without end. He had pleaded desperately. He had offered everything he currently possessed, everything he was as a ruler, and everything he could ever hope to become.And Draevon had refused him every single time. Without a second of hesitation. Without a single drop of mercy."There is no mercy for the wicked," Draevon had told him flatly. "Your son is wicked. He hurt my sister. He tried to take her by force. He joine
❤️ A Son's Endless Punishment (2) ❤️ He was barely recognizable as the proud prince he once was. His fine clothing was shredded to rags, his frame appeared thin and drawn, and his skin was deathly pale. His face was twisted into a constant mask of agony. His arms were pulled taut high above his head, his wrists bound tightly by the magical links while his feet dangled helplessly above the stone floor. The binding magic was actively draining his life force. Aldric could see the energy visibly leaving his son's body, the physical strength fading from his muscles, and the residual color bleeding out from his flesh. The spell kept him barely alive, but it simultaneously kept him trapped in an endless loop of pain. Darius slowly lifted his head, his red eyes dull and completely unfocused. Yet the moment his gaze landed on his father, a tiny spark flickered in their depths, something that looked remarkably like a last shred of hope. "Father," he choked out, his voice barely louder
❤️ A Son's Endless Punishment ❤️The night was bitter cold and completely black.The moon remained hidden behind a thick blanket of heavy clouds, while the stars were nowhere to be seen in the sky. The only source of light came from the scattered wall torches flickering along the perimeter of the palace walls.Inside, the palace grounds were absolute quiet. The guards stood motionless at their assigned posts. The servants had retired to their quarters for the evening. The massive battle had finally come to an end, the fallen bodies had vanished without a trace, and the ruined stone of the palace had been restored. It looked as though the destructive war had never taken place at all.King Aldric arrived just as night fell.He came completely alone, accompanied by no guards, no royal retinue, and no grand procession. It was just him. He walked through the open gates of the palace with slow, hesitant steps, looking like a man walking straight toward his own execution. His face appea
❤️ Brothers Until Betrayal ❤️Malgron stood up from the bed.His body ached. His missing arm throbbed. His mind was foggy with exhaustion. But he could not rest. Not yet. There were things that needed to be done.He walked to the door and opened it. A servant was standing in the hallway, waiting. The servant bowed when he saw the king."My lord," the servant said. "What do you require?"Malgron gestured with his remaining hand. "Prepare a warm bath for my guest. The lady in my chamber. She has been through a great ordeal. She needs to wash and rest. And find some fresh clothes for her. Something clean. Something comfortable."The servant nodded. "Yes, my lord. Right away."Malgron watched the servant hurry away. Then he turned and walked down the hallway. He needed to check on other things. The palace was in disarray. The kingdom was in havoc. Some of his army was destroyed and there was much to do.He did not return to the chamber. He left Cedric and Isolde alone.*Cedric and Isolde
❤️ Isolde's Return (3) ❤️ Isolde turned her head toward him, her pale blue eyes flat and completely devoid of warmth. "It is the Shadowmere tongue," she stated coldly. "It is a native language that only the people of our bloodline understand. We were simply speaking in private. It does not concern you." Malgron frowned deeply at her dismissal. He hated being excluded from the conversation, but he lacked the energy to start an argument. His gaze drifted down to his missing left arm. He stared at the healed stump, the empty fabric of his tunic, and felt the lingering ache in his frame. "What happened to you?" Isolde asked, following his gaze down to his side. "Where is your arm?" Malgron looked up to meet her eyes, his green eyes bloodshot and weary. "Draevon," he answered bitterly. "Draevon is what happened. He obliterated my entire army and he severed my arm." He paused for a second, his voice cracking with deep frustration. "And then there is Kaelithra. The g
Chapter 5️⃣ ❤️ Two Monsters ❤️ Ironblood Kingdom: King Malgron sat on his throne, looking every bit the immortal tyrant he was. If you didn't know better, you'd think he was maybe in his late twenties or early thirties at most. Handsome in that sharp, dangerous way that said "I could kill you a
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







