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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
Wolf's Bane: Moonlit Forbidden A Message Back
Within minutes, it was over. Silence fell like a curtain, heavy and absolute. The garden, once a haven of peace, was now littered with bodies, the white stone paths slick with blood. The lilies—pure, delicate—had been stained crimson at their roots, their petals splattered with gore. And the vyreleaf, the prize they had come for, stood untouched in the moonlight. Its dark green leaves trembled gently in the breeze, as if mocking the carnage around it. From the edge of the carnage, Reyes, after watching from a safe distance, stepped forward slowly, surveying the scene with an expression of cool satisfaction, arms folded. His trap had worked to perfection. Not a single mistake. Not a single survivor—save the one he had spared. Let them fight, he had thought coldly. Let them scream and bleed, it made no difference. The vyreleaf would remain untouched, and by the end of it, only one spy would ride back to Elyria, battered, broken, and carrying the weight of this massacre as a message. O
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