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Counterplot

ผู้เขียน: Harriet Ifeanyi
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-04-03 16:18:03

"According to what Ivone told me, they should plan to attack somewhere around here."

Triston, Jaxon, Revin and Xaren gathered in an open room on the ground floor of the castle. The room had a round table fixed to its center with the chairs pushed all the way to the walls. On one side of the room was arranged fully armoured statues, about twelve of them, and on the other side were piles and piles of broken chairs and other broken things.

The room had only two windows and both were on one side of the wall, positioned on either side of what should have been a door but was only now a huge rectangular gap in the wall. Hinges were still fastened to the wall, but it would seem that the doors were never put in place or they had fallen away and were never replaced.

The open room overlooked the spacious courtyard and despite how open it was, it made it the perfect place to hold a meeting like the one they were having now, all the while having their attention on the outside to observe what was
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  • Wolf's Bane: Moonlit Forbidden   Audacity

    Zina walked the castle grounds with her usual commanding grace, her dark gown sweeping behind her like a shadow. The sharp tap of her heels on stone echoed faintly beneath the gray morning sky, her thoughts consumed with her last encounter with Reyes and his surprising attitude towards her. The fact that he had thought that she was seeing someone else outside of the castle walls was absurd and almost ironic. She, who had done something as selfish as to steal anotger person's scent just to be mated to him would go be with someone else? She rolled her eyes at the thought. Of course this was a secret she kept away from him, she only wanted him, she had only ever wanted him, but his words left a burning mark in her heart even as it replayed in her head. "...You come back smelling like city air and shadows. And now you expect me to believe it’s just your mother?” She was headed nowhere in particular, just walking the castle ground since she had nothing to do and Reyes had practically pl

  • Wolf's Bane: Moonlit Forbidden   Interrupted

    In the dim, vaulted chamber of the Nyxorian stronghold, the air was thick with the low rumble of voices. The war table stretched long down the center of the room, and lit by the harsh flicker of hanging lanterns. Battle-hardened men draped in black steel and crimson cloaks sat around the table, Deltas of Nyxoria, each one wearing serious expressions on their hardened faces. Maps were unfurled, tokens pushed across borders, and whispered discussions flowed like poison in wine. Reyes stood at the head of thr table, tall, muscular, and as composed as a loaded crossbow. He had one gloved hand braced on the table while the other toyed idly with a curved dagger, letting it spin between his fingers with practiced ease. His eyes—wolfish, sharp—roamed across the map before him, where a single crimson marker rested over Elyria. His lips curled into something between a sneer and a smile as the men around him talked on about Triston, the poison, and the spies that had been sent to steal the vyre

  • Wolf's Bane: Moonlit Forbidden   Protective Lies

    Her voice dropped to a whisper. “He was poisoned.” The words lingered in the air, trembling between realization and betrayal. Her eyes darted between the two men again, desperate for denial—some contradiction, some sign that she was wrong. But she wasn’t. Her shoulders began to tremble, the parchment now crushed in her palm, soaked with the sweat and heat of her fury. Her lips parted, then closed again, working around the pain rising up her throat. “You let him lie to me,” she said finally, her voice hollow now, like something had cracked open inside her. “You both knew. And you let him lie to my face.” Xaren looked up, guilt stark across his features. “Ivone—” She stepped back, fury radiating off her like heat. “Don’t,” she hissed. Her eyes glistened now, not with fear—but with hurt. Deep, shaking hurt. “Don’t lie to me. I heard everything.” She turned on her heel without another word, fury pulsing through her limbs like fire, and stormed back into Triston’s room and for a sing

  • Wolf's Bane: Moonlit Forbidden   Seven Words

    The night pressed close around the castle walls, cloaking Elyria in a suffocating stillness. The air was heavy, as though the world itself had stopped to listen. No wind stirred the banners hanging from the ramparts. No birds called. Even the torches along the battlements hissed more quietly than usual, their flames guttering in solemn agreement with the darkness that had descended. Inside the cold stone corridors of the Elyrian keep, far from the noise of the barracks and the cautious murmurs of servants, two men stood alone beneath the flickering torchlight. The shadows cast by the flame danced across the granite walls, their jagged edges rising and falling like the tides of dread swelling in the narrow space between them. Xaren and Jaxon stood in the silence that followed truth. The crimson-inked note weighed heavily in Jaxon’s hand, its words simple but devastating, and yet they echoed louder than a warhorn in the still corridor. “Bring me the girl for the antidote.” It wasn’t

  • Wolf's Bane: Moonlit Forbidden   The Price For Life

    They carefully braced the spy’s weight together, as they lowered the man down—slowly, carefully—but even still, a ragged groan tore from the spy’s throat as his wounds shifted under the weight of movement. The man’s head lolled weakly against Xaren’s chest. His body was limp, heavy with exhaustion and pain, and still slick with blood in places that hadn't yet dried. He reeked of sweat, iron, and the unmistakable stench of blood. “He’s alive,” Xaren breathed, almost in disbelief. “Thank the stars…" He glanced up, his voice snapping like a whip as he turned to the gathering guards and servants who had clustered nearby, drawn by the commotion. “You—get the physician, now!” he barked, urgency sharpening every syllable. “And bring water! Bandages, cloth—anything you can carry!” Somewhere behind him, boots pounded away across the stone as a guard ran to fetch the healer. More torches were lit. More people poured into the courtyard, whispering in hushed voices. He shifted the man’s wei

  • Wolf's Bane: Moonlit Forbidden   The Cruelty

    The night air over Elyria was cold and still, the kind of silence that carried a warning—a breath held too long, a hush before a scream. The moon hung pale and distant in the sky, casting a silver sheen over the southern ridges, where the land dipped into shadow and the wind whispered secrets through the dry grass. A lone scout rode the southern perimeter, his horse moving at a slow, careful pace, ears twitching in the quiet. He had been assigned the midnight watch, a routine patrol that rarely offered more than fox tracks and the rustle of nocturnal beasts. But tonight felt… wrong. The stillness was too perfect, like the world had paused in anticipation. Then he saw it. A dark shape emerged over the ridge—no more than a silhouette at first, lurching against the horizon. As the scout drew closer, he raised his torch, and the flickering flame threw light across the approaching form. A horse. Riderless at first glance, until the firelight caught the limp figure slumped across its nec

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