เข้าสู่ระบบ❤️ 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
❤️ The Treasonous Pact ❤️The freezing night air had grown even colder as the hours dragged on.The dark clouds overhead had thickened significantly, completely blocking out what little natural moonlight had been filtering through the sky. But inside that hidden corner squeezed between the two crumbling brick buildings, three shadowy figures stood close together, their hushed voices low, fast, and heavy with dangerous urgency.Malgron leaned his shoulders back against the wall, his bright green eyes glinting sharply in the dim light. He had been waiting for this exact moment for many long weeks. He had carefully watched Elara and Vaeloria grow more and more frustrated with each passing day, more and more bitter, and more and more consumed by raw, ugly anger. He had silently observed the deep resentment in the way they stared at Isolde, the cold distance in the way they looked at Draevon, and how their shared jealousy had slowly rotted into something far darker beneath the surface
❤️ The Jealous Sisters ❤️Some Months Later...The night air was bitterly dark and freezing cold.The pale moon was completely hidden behind a thick blanket of storm clouds, plunging the narrow alleys of the lower district into total shadow. Everywhere looked deserted and even the houses stood dark and quiet, and the people were fast asleep inside.Elara and Vaeloria stood together in a hidden corner trapped between two crumbling brick buildings, their voices hushed, low and with urgency. They had been sneaking out to hold these meetings for weeks now, quietly slipping away from the house late at night after Isolde had fallen fast asleep in her bed. They carefully sought out forgotten, ruined places in the district where they could speak freely without any risk of being overheard by Draevon.They were deeply angry.And they were consumed by a burning, poisonous jealousy.Several months had passed since Draevon had first rescued the three of them from those armed men in the alle
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 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
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
*********************🔥🔥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







