บททั้งหมดของ MAD END'S DECEPTION: บทที่ 301 - บทที่ 310

GILDEONHe couldn’t shake the suspicion gnawing at him about the sylph Arah had called Feviel.Gildeon knew he was hiding something. But what unsettled him most was whatever the sylph had done to make the hunter release them. It didn’t make sense.As far as Gildeon understood, hunters never abandoned a mission—not unless directly ordered by the Shining Keeper.What the fuck was that sigil? Everything had happened so fast, he hadn’t gotten a clear look. Just a flash of blue, ancient symbols, and suddenly... silence.Yadira’s voice broke through his thoughts. “I don’t understand why you ordered us to leave, Captain,” she said. “We could’ve demanded answers from him right then.”He barely looked at her. “Arah needs time with that sylph alone,” he said, voice distant, his mind still tangled with thoughts of the hunter.Yadira muttered behind him. “I don’t understand why you’re doing that sylph’s bidding. Tell us she doesn

ARAHHer hand flew to his shoulder with the intent to push him away, but it faltered. Her fingers curled instead, gripping muscle, then slid up to his neck, where his skin was hot beneath her palm. The kiss sharpened instantly. It was insistent, mouths moving with purpose, breath tangling between them.Her lips parted, a soft sound escaping her, and he took it as an invitation. The world narrowed to heat and pressure, to the scrape of his stubbled jaw, the solid presence of him pressed close. When his hand slipped the strap of her nightie free, she inhaled sharply, the sudden exposure making her more aware of herself than she’d ever been. He cupped her breasts, his thumb teasing and tugging at each sensitive peak, pulling a whimper from her lips.He then lowered his head, his tongue circling her areolas before capturing the hardened bud between his teeth and sucking intensely, drawing a sharp arch from her back.His other hand slipped under her nightie, caressing the inside of her thi

GILDEONHe watched the Fallen Immortal shove his hands into the pockets of his white pants, circling Arah like she was a rare art piece—one he was studying with a strange, reverent hunger.Yonah didn’t look like a threat, but Gildeon was ready for the moment that changed.“I’ve always been curious about this one,” Yonah said, tone playful, the smile on his thin lips laced with something sinister. “She’s no ordinary sylph. That much is obvious.”“Why are you here?”The Fallen Immortal paused, lifting his gaze with that ever-present amusement gleaming in his amber-silver eyes. “You’ve already forgotten your little mission?” He tilted his head. “I’m here to give you the dagger’s location and the Shining Keeper’s True Name.”Gildeon said nothing, his thoughts dragging him back to their first encounter. Yonah had made promi

ARAHToday was Caylao Island’s festival. Arah slipped into the pretty blue summer dress she’d bought the week before. Cora had been teasing her lately, saying she was glowing, and honestly, she kind of believed it. She’d been feeling genuinely happy and at peace these past few days. Every morning, she woke up without the looming dread of threats... or the fear that Gildeon might shatter her heart.As she stood in front of the mirror, there were moments when she’d catch faint flickers of her blue sigils surfacing across her skin and face. They shimmered softly, and for once, she didn’t feel the need to hide them. She smiled at her reflection, quietly admiring how beautiful her sylph form truly was.Feviel’s words echoed faintly in her mind. That soon, she’d finally remember everything. Her sigils showing up from time to time—was this the sign?She wasn’t sure she wanted that anymore. Li

GILDEONHe rose as she slowly drifted down from that peak, hands sure on her body.By the time he stood, shrugging out of his clothes, she was still hovering a few inches off the floor, dress hanging in tatters from her shoulders, hair wild and glowing at the edges. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.“Arah,” he murmured, almost to himself.He stepped in close, hands catching her hips.She was hot and slick and ready for him, her thighs automatically parting to welcome him. He guided himself to her and pushed in with a low, guttural groan, her tight heat clamping around him like she was made for him and no one else.Her head snapped back, a sharp cry tearing from her throat.He set his feet and drove into her, using his grip on her hips to pull her down onto him, his thrusts deep and steady. Each movement sent another jolt of pleasure and power through his spine. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and