LOGINShare
Chapter 46
Last Updated:
2025-09-05 22:46:56
Latest chapter
The magic within Chapter 48
The drums did not stop.Each beat rattled the monastery walls, shaking loose dust that rained down like ash. The sound seeped into bone, deeper than marrow, as though the world itself had been shackled to Varrow’s rhythm.Killian stood on the broken battlements, scar wrapped in bandages that burned against his skin. His sword was heavy in his grip — not from weight, but from exhaustion pressing through his limbs like lead. Below, the mist stirred, rippling in waves that hid the enemy from sight.Then the mist broke.They came not as men alone, but as things twisted by shadow.The first line were armoured soldiers, shields locked, faces hidden behind steel masks painted with the warlord’s sigil — a broken sun bleeding into a crown. Behind them moved the beasts: wolf-shapes that ran like men, hands ending in claws, jaws dripping black ichor that hissed when it struck the ground. Their howls drowned the horns.And higher still — ladders rising, carried by lines of soldiers chanting
The magic within Chapter 47
The monastery walls trembled before the first arrow ever flew.At dawn the sky was leaden, a dull grey veil that pressed low against the hills. Mist clung to the ground like a shroud, wrapping the ruins in silence so fragile it seemed the world itself was holding its breath. Then came the drums.Deep, patient, endless.Each strike rolled across the valley, rattling the cracked stained glass and shaking dust loose from the ancient beams. Horns answered in long, low wails — not a call to arms, but a promise of inevitability.The Guild gathered in the nave, their faces pale in the firelight, eyes flicking toward Killian as though expecting him to break the silence. He didn’t. Not yet. He stood at the broken arch where sunlight filtered through, scar hidden beneath torn bandage, jaw tight.The First pressed against his thoughts, eager, hungry.“Do you hear them? That sound is not war — it is inevitability. They come because they know you will break. And when you do, I will lead them
The magic within Chapter 46
The monastery was not silent.It breathed.Stone groaned with every draft. The fires guttered low, painting the ruined nave in a copper haze that made shadows crawl like restless insects. Even the wounded, lying in rows along broken pews, refused to sleep — their groans and whispers kept the air taut, like a bowstring drawn too far.Killian stood apart.He leaned against the fractured wall where the scar on his arm throbbed in time with his pulse. Each heartbeat brought a flicker of light beneath his skin — faint, silver, unnatural. He hid it beneath torn cloth, but he knew Harlow had seen. He knew Daryl had felt it when Killian dragged him back from the vault’s hunger.The First’s voice was quieter now. But not gone. Never gone.“You hold them together,” it murmured, low in his skull. “But for how long? Fear eats faster than fire. Let me take their fear. Let me make it obedience.”Killian closed his eyes, exhaled slow. Not yours. Not ever.The Guild gathered in clusters aroun
The magic within Chapter 45
The battle was over, but silence weighed heavier than steel.The broken monastery breathed smoke and dust. Corpses lay sprawled among shattered pillars, the stone streaked black and silver where shadows had torn through the fight. Blood dripped in slow rhythm from broken beams, and the last echoes of steel on steel still clung to the air like ghosts that refused to fade.In the center of it all, Killian knelt.His sword lay beside him, abandoned in a pool of blood not his own. His arm shook where the scar burned, veins spiderwebbed black and silver beneath torn flesh. He pressed his hand against the stone for balance, refusing to bow, refusing to fall — but he could feel every eye on him.The Guild had stopped moving.Men who had fought through fire and broken bone stood frozen, their swords slack in hand, staring at him as if he were no longer flesh and blood. Even Carter Benton, mouth forever twisted in disdain, had gone still, eyes narrowed and calculating.It wasn’t victory that h
The magic within Chapter 44
The clash opened in thunder.Killian’s blade screamed against the warlord’s axe, sparks painting the broken monastery’s stone like fireflies before rain. The crowned warlord bore down with impossible weight, every swing of his black-iron weapon heavy enough to split bone and stone alike.Killian held, but only barely. His arms burned. His ribs throbbed where the last strike had clipped him. Each step back scraped stone, his boots grinding against dust and blood.The warlord’s helm was fashioned like a twisted crown, jagged spikes curving backward, its faceplate a leering grin of black steel. When he spoke, it was like gravel poured through fire.“You wear the shadows like a child wears armour,” the warlord sneered. “Too much for you. Not enough for me.”The axe swung again. Killian met it — and lost ground, slammed into the shattered arch of a doorway. The blow carved a crater in the stone just above his head.The Guild shouted somewhere behind him, a wall of steel and desperate cries
The magic within Chapter 43
The monastery had always smelled of incense and stone dust.Now it stank of smoke, blood, and ash.The sanctum was shattered. Walls cracked and wept dust. Fire hissed in scattered pools where alchemists’ flasks had burst. And bodies — Guild and beast alike — lay twisted across the floor, still steaming.Killian stood at the heart of it, shadows curling faint and restless around his boots, like hounds that refused to sleep.The others gave him space. Not respect — not yet. Fear. Awe. Hatred. They hadn’t decided what he was to them. Only that he wasn’t one of them anymore.Harlow was at his side, close enough that the faint brush of her shoulder steadied him. Daryl, pale and limping, leaned against the wall, a bandage soaked red pressing to his ribs. His eyes had barely left Killian since the breach, unreadable, too sharp for the exhaustion dragging him down.The silence broke with Benton.“You all saw.” His voice was hoarse, but carried. He limped to the centre of the sanctum, h
You may also like
The Arena
Cooper132.0K viewsCaptured by the Demon King
Marjolein48.6K viewsThe Princess And The Demon
Chiaro De Luna22.2K viewsDragon's Misplaced Mate
Pravs_3618316.3K viewsThe Reluctant Queen
Angela Santiago1.7K viewsDiary Of A Teenage Witch
Aicha K1.9K viewsSAIYA: LORD OF SHADOWS
Mayu Kitamura2.1K viewsPromised to Another
R. Lee313 views
