All Chapters of Bringer Of Darkness: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Nathan Doreon looked at him doubtfully, not understanding what the prince was talking about.“Sumon and you” Nathan clarify.Doreon’s golden eyes darkened, and to Nathan, seems some regret, but the commander hide it.His friend didn’t answer, he keep quiet, his dark hair cascading on his forehead without saying a word.“I could hang both of you, I could hang you”.Doreon didn’t answer, his silence was frustrating and made him angry, while he was trying to keep calm “You betray me Doreon” Nathan growled “you betray the kingdom. You betray me” Doreon looked at him, his golden eyes were dark, a flash of suffering on his face at Nathan’s words. Words that hurt him more than anything.“It’s not like that,” he said.“It’s not?” Nathan asked, “You fucked my wife, Doreon. The f

TarynThe sun was still high and warm in the sky, even though it was late afternoon. As they approached Althea, the days got longer and hotter. Taryn looked at the men around her. Many could not stand the heat so they had taken off the leather chain mail remaining with a simple tunic of which they had rolled up the sleeves up to the elbows leaving the skin exposed to the sun's rays. In a short time the skin had turned red and with the passing of the days it had darkened.Taryn now had red cheeks due to the strong sun, as well as the nose that was now beginning to lose the layer of dead and burned skin. She felt her whole face go on fire and did not dare to take off even a layer of clothes for fear of reddening everywhere.Lord Taront, on the other hand, looked impeccable in his leather suit, even though his forehead was sweaty, while Lord Grander did nothing but snort from his cart and wipe his forehead with a silk handkerchief. His face was completely flushed and his beard was wet wi

Taryn Over the next few days, Taryn barely left her room. She had been locked in there reading old books they had gotten for her. Grander had advised her not to go out for a walk around the city or to do any other activity that included leaving that house, so she had limited herself to being alone on the balcony listening to the sounds of the capital, the sound of the wind and the waves crashing on the rocks.She didn't know how she could perceive all those sounds, recognize them indistinctly, but she could clearly hear the waves and the sea. One part of her wanted to see her up close, but the other part of her knew she had to sit still and wait.Waiting was the only thing she had left to do. The wait became more and more unbearable, but she had promised herself to hold on. At least for a while.Taront was out all day and almost all night since they arrived, she had only managed to see him in passing a few times, sh

Athelstan Athelstan walked along the corridor leading to the throne room. The sun penetrated through the large windows of the stone corridor. His mother had left him alone with the counselors and his father. After the decision of the various lords to accompany Athelstan, the king finally decided to attend the meeting with the priests. Athelstan did not know if the choice was dictated by pride or necessity, but he was sure that having him around was not a good idea, his father did not seem in a good mood that day. Athelstan walked down the corridor with wide strides, at his side two lords who were part of the council. He did not remember their names, they were accompanied by the guards whom he had ordered not to let anyone into the throne room to prevent any spread of the news that knights of Haefest were there. When he entered the hall he found his father already seated on the stone throne, the crown shimmering under the sun's rays, the circular golden circle was set with blue gems

Athelstan The place where they had dumped all the debris and waste from the accident was outside the walls, beyond the stone bridge leading to the city, in an uninhabited and flat area at the foot of the promontory. Not even the peasants ventured into that place because of all the legends that had been handed down for generations.Inside the promontory, carved into the rock, there was the great Bochus of Locrand. The place where all the ancient tomes of the old sages had been collected, all the books that told the history of the world and how human beings had been created by the goddess Waruld. And everything there was to know about the great war that had been fought thousands of years before them.For centuries, however, Locrand's Bochus had been completely sealed; the king of Locrand, an ancestor of his, had decided not to let anyone in after atrocities were committed inside.Athelstan remembered the tales of the