Todos los capítulos de Every Shade of Him: An MM Romance Collection : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

✦IN VANILOR✦ Victor approached the sculpture cautiously, his fingers trembling as he reached out to lift the book from the sculpture’s grasp, the cover feeling strange, almost alive beneath his touch. He opened the book, unfamiliar writing filling the pages as the script shifted before his eyes and settled into words he could understand, and then he began to read. 'A war is coming, merciless and without end, one that will tear the world apart and leave no land unscarred. The heavens will vomit forth their Celestials, and the earth will answer by birthing its Bearers, their clash drowning the ground in fire and blood. From the chaos, a boy cursed with the strength of a demigod will rise beside the Celestials, and his shadow will stretch across all things. Gather the Bearers while you still can. When the hour comes, strike without mercy, for if you fail, the world will burn.' As Victor finished reading, the sculpture shattered into dust, his body jolting back in shock, breath catc

✦IN VANILOR✦ ◈IN THE PRISON◈ “I won’t do it,” Draven said, his voice ice-cold as he turned away from Sean. He pressed his hand against the cracked stone wall, fingers curling as if he could crush it, his eyes burning with barely restrained rage. “I’ve lost everything because of him,” he continued, his voice dropping to a raw whisper. “My family. My kingdom. Everything I was. And now you expect me to fight for what destroyed me?” Sean sighed, his gaze flicking away for only a heartbeat before returning to Draven. “Draven, this isn’t about the past anymore. It’s about survival. Torin is gone, can’t you see that? If we don’t unite, whatever’s rising will swallow us all.” Draven let out a hollow laugh, bitter and sharp, the sound lingering in the stale air. “You talk as if his death changed anything. His name still poisons the earth. His legacy lives on through his son.” “And what will you gain by killing the last of them?” Sean asked quietly, a plea slipping into his voice. “

✦AT DUSK✦ ◈IN NIGHTVEIL: THE NORTHERN CLAN◈ The palace doors groaned open as two guards stepped forward, spears crossed over their chests, allowing Kaelen to enter behind them. He was dressed entirely in a close-fitted black tunic and loose trousers, with two short swords strapped in an X across his back. A wide-brimmed conical straw hat shaded most of his face, its rim casting a deep shadow that revealed only his mouth. He advanced without hesitation, and every eye in the hall followed him as he crossed the long floor and stopped before the throne. Queen Lyra lifted her chin just enough to assert her station, her gaze locked on him, while Sebastian’s attention drifted to Kaelen, lingering briefly on the pale curve of his lips before flicking back to his mother. Kaelen sank to one knee and bowed his head as he removed the straw hat, revealing a strikingly handsome face with sharp yet elegant cheekbones and sky-blue eyes that caught the light like a cat’s. A loose strand of da

◈NIGHTVEIL BORDER◈ Kaelen slowed his horse as he reached the clearing, his breaths coming in quiet, measured pulls. A rustle in the shadows snapped his head to the right, and his hand went instinctively to his sword. Kaelen jerked in the saddle just in time as a masked knight lunged from behind a tree, his blade swinging for Kaelen’s side, missing his flesh but slicing clean through the leather strap on his arm. He heard boots scraping against the earth, whipping his head around to see three more masked figures stepping from the trees, their silver blades catching the moonlight. “The queen’s knights?” Kaelen said, eyes widening as he recognized the emblem carved into their armor, tightening his grip on the hilt. Kaelen swung from his horse in one smooth motion, drawing his sword with a low metallic hiss as the four knights spread out, forming a loose circle around him. He shifted his weight, lowering his stance, knees slightly bent, sword angled down and ready. Kaelen swung f

“You don’t seem surprised,” Victor finally said, his tone steady but his hands still trembling. “Come here,” Queen Ashley said softly, and Victor hesitated before obeying as she reached for his head, brushing something from his hair and giving him a gentle tap. “Ouch, that hurt,” he muttered, rubbing the spot and glaring at her with boyish irritation. “Soon you will be king,” Queen Ashley said calmly. “I know, Mother. And my duty...” “Quiet,” her voice cut through his words, calm but firm, and Victor fell silent. “All of Vanilor depends on the image of its crown,” she began, but Victor groaned and turned away, walking around his bed. “Please, not now.” “You cannot afford distractions,” Queen Ashley’s voice cut through his protest, quiet but commanding, while Victor fell back onto his bed, staring at the ceiling as silence stretched between them again. “You will ascend the throne soon, and when you do, you must take a wife,” Queen Ashley said, with Victor sitting up sl