All Chapters of Bringer Of Darkness: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

When they were out of breath they detached themselves from each other, Elhias rested his forehead on hers with his eyes closed."Please don't tell me to leave again," Elhias said in a whisper, almost as a plea.Taryn ran a hand through his silky, black hair, feeling her heart beat even faster. She sighed and closed her eyes, inhaling the sweet scent of Elhias, intoxicating himself with its smell."Stay," she whispered and pushed him against her mouth again.Elhias immediately returned the kiss by surrounding her with his arms and placing his hands on her back, where he began to unfasten the strings of the corset of her dress as she moaned in her mouth.Taryn squeezed him with her legs, trying to push him even further against her, as if they weren't close enough.She released Elhias' black locks and lowered her hands down his neck, moving them slowly towards his chest and beginning to unfasten his belt with swords, causing it to fall to the g

The window suddenly opened and an icy, strong wind entered the room, swirling quickly and throwing all the containers on the table to the ground."You are my son and I would never disinherit you, but you must learn how to behave like a king," said his quieter father, as the icy wind ruffled his blond hair."Then begin to do it," replied Athelstan, calming down.Everything around them calmed down, his father stared out of the corner of his eye at the wide open window and then looked back at him and sat quietly.Athelstan had never behaved that way towards his father, he had never lost his temper in that way and he had never rebelled, but the whole situation made him uncomfortable and he could no longer close his eyes and accept whatever he did, because he was tired of doing it."If you trust your son, your blood, then follow him, let him act for once, let him make these decisions and if he makes a mistake then he will pay the consequences," his moth

He turned his head slightly and out of the corner of his eye observed the streets of the town, the main street: the one from which he himself had arrived, was completely deserted. No citizens, no noise, only the light wind that stroked his hair ruffling it slightly.He turned his head away and again looked at a street, this time smaller, even that was deserted. They were completely alone, as if the village had suddenly been abandoned.No one walked, no one looked out the windows, no one moved.Instinctively, Doreon brought one hand to the hilt of the sword and the other to the dagger over his chest. He remained motionless. The buildings behind him, his head slightly turned, while out of the corner of his eye he looked intently at the small street. His men did not notice Doreon's state of tension in the slightest, but rather continued to arrange their belongings and give orders to each other.Doreon waited, his body attentive, all his senses on alert. Then

She groaned as if she was really in pain and blinked several times, almost returning to reality.Aiden looked at her perplexed, not understanding what was happening to her, while inside her there was only a clash, between her and the Elhiàs' chains that blocked and imprisoned her.She shifted her gaze to the usurper who with her eyes was scanning face by face, looking for something, looking for her.He looked at all the men, from the knights to the archers until his gaze met Taryn's.A flash of almost pleasant surprise ran through his face, while a smug smile appeared on his lips; He looked at her from head to toe, with a lascivious look that sent shivers down her whole body, but she didn't look away.Her eyes remained glued to those of her uncle, even if every fiber of her being ordered her to lower her gaze, to leave, she did not move: she remained motionless to look at him, without letting any emotion shine on his face."What an im

Everyone around him perished and screamed, many of his men fell to the ground, lifeless bodies being battered by opponents.The commander returned to look at the witches, kneeling and in pain, took a deep breath waiting for the final blow, waiting to leave that world to meet again with the Gods and then with his father. He would die as he had always wanted, fighting. And for him there was no better way than to die fighting for the things they believed in, true to himself to the end.One of the Ucrie approached him, with slow steps. The girl looked at him, her eyes bloodshot, her pupils dilated as if she felt immense pleasure, she looked at him from above smiling. Doreon closed his eyes and breathed deeply: once, twice, three times, before opening his eyes again and looking at the witch, devoid of expressions and fear. The girl opened her eyes wide, surprised by Doreon's expression and opened her mouth to say something, to give him the coup de grace, but before he could