All Chapters of THE TRIBID HOCKEY GOD & HIS OBSESSION: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

LUCIANThere was a sting to the air that nipped harder than the cold was accustomed to. The kind that made me conscious that I was older than the trees standing around me. That years had thinned, but not hollowed.I was alone in the Garage.I run my hand down the car rim to focus myself. I could still feel her here. The presence of Evelessa still lingers and then he appears.Thalrion He didn't come out like a man. He bled into existence, unrolling from the shadows as if they nourished him. His shape writhed until he solidified, a figure of contempt draped in robes stitched from darkness. He had a presence that was like sorrow, fleshed out, dense, oppressive, ancient."Lucian"His voice glided through the air, heavy and sonorous, like the sigh of the grave."You look well for a man who's lost centuries."I maintain my straight face, though it aches. I'd heard every version of that epithet in my years."Thalrion," I replied, voice steady."I should have known you'd slither out of whate

MARA Power was a fickle beast. One minute, it was within your grasp, moulding itself to your will like pliable clay. The next, it slips through your fingers like sand, lost to the winds of chance but chance is only a tool, a thing to be exploited, just like people, just like Mira."Shut up Mira..do you want to remain in the shadows forever? We have to recover everything so listen to me now and leave." She nods and leaves. Sebastian a boy playing with fire, obsessed with the legacy of a man who was never worthy of it. His blind obsession with Evelessa compromised his judgment and left him exposed. He was nothing more than a vessel for something greater...my ambitions, my power. He had no idea that from the moment he came here, his fate had been sealed. I stood atop the black peak of Thalrion’s fortress, the wind rending my cloak around me. Warriors exercised in disciplined ranks below, their cries echoing off the valley. Witches walked among their midst, whispering spells, charmin

UNKNOWN "It's so good to be out here again." Been out again in the mortal world feels so surreal but good, it's been so long, too long really but the night tasted sweet. Sweeter than a vow. More bitter than deceit. I stood beneath the crooked arm of a dying oak, one hand leather-gloved, the other bare, tracing my finger along the cold curve of my ring. The dark stone pulsed softly beneath my fingers, full of the quiet, slow hunger I always kept just beneath my skin. The world is still tonight. Even the wind had enough sense to whisper not when I heard it. I could sense the earth beneath my feet, the shift of shadow as it crawled towards me, drawn like a moth battering itself around its own funeral place. The shifter was late. It was always so with beasts bound by fear and not by love. Still, I am impressed by its cunning. Its guile. The art of slinking in and out of hides like leaves from a book. Finally, the beast emerged out of the woods. A distorted shape, wrapped in the st

CASSAIN "I can't believe it's taken over six weeks for Aretha to step out of the house after the possession" Lucian nods "It was a lot." I look up and find a man too handsome for his own good. Walking straight toward Evelessa like he has a death wish and doesn’t even know it yet. I see him before she does at the cafeteria lounge she sits because I watch her. Always. In a this is mine and I will ruin anyone who forgets that kind of way. Alexander once called it “intense.” The cafetaria is loud. Busy. Normal. Which is exactly why this annoys me more than it should because people keep mistaking normal for safe. It’s not. Not around us. Not around her. Evelessa is seated a few feet away, talking to Aretha and Alexis. Relaxed. Laughing. And that? That’s rare. Which means I already don’t like whatever is about to interrupt it. The guy slows slightly as he approaches. He knows what he’s doing. Law student. Fourth year, if I’m not mistaken.

CASSAIN "Ÿou have to help me Aristotle; I want to marry Evelessa.""What's stopping you from asking her?""I asked, she said no.""Did you ask her with flowers and everything?""Yes I did.""Then you don't even know the mother of your children. Evelessa does not do drama and unnecessary frivolities."There are battles you prepare for.You calculate.Strategize.Execute.Then there are battles you don’t realize you’ve already lost.This?This is the second kind.Because apparentlyI, Cassain, who has faced war, monsters, politics, and people with far too much power, am currently pacing like a nervous idiot over a ring.Alexander laughs clearly enjoying this entirely too much.“Stop walking.”I don’t.“Cassain,” Aristotle says again, slower this time, like he’s talking to someone unstable.“I’m thinking.”“You’ve been thinking in circles for the last twenty minutes.”“That’s because this is a serious matter. How do I get your sister to marry me?”He leans back in his chair, watching me