Poisoned for Eighteen Years

POV: Bronislava "Slava" IgnatovaThe metallic doors of the skimmer crashed open, letting in the biting mountain air.My body was burning from the inside out. The dark blood anchor spell that hit our engines was now tearing through my veins, making my joints lock and my head spin in dizzying waves.Vaelin didn't let any of the guards touch me. He wrapped his heavy obsidian fur cloak around my bare, shivering shoulders, scooped me into his broad arms, and carried me straight into the Citadel's private sanctuary.The air inside smelled of dried lavender and bitter herbs. Three elderly physicians dressed in white robes waited around a dark velvet couch, bowing their heads as Vaelin set me down. He didn't step back. He stood right behind me, his vast, bare chest casting a warm shadow over my trembling frame."Do not strip her," Vaelin growled softly, his voice vibrating through the stone floorboards. "Touch only what you must."The lead physician, Dr. Kaelia, raised a slender silver testin

Última actualización : 2026-09-01

You Are My Ruin

POV: Bronislava "Slava" IgnatovaThe threat of midnight hung in the air like an iron blade. Eight hundred miles away, Matrena and my former pack were burning a master vial of my unsealed blood over a dark altar, trying to collapse my heart before the clock struck twelve.I didn't give Vaelin a chance to answer Nikolai's panicked warning in the sanctuary. As the dark blood claim spell spiked violently in my chest, pain shot through my sternum like liquid fire, and the world went completely black.When awareness finally crawled back into my head, the agonizing tightness in my chest had subsided into a dull, hot thrumming.My lungs burned as I dragged air back into my throat, gasping sharply as my eyes snapped open. I was no longer in the cold granite sanctuary with the trembling doctors. I was lying in a massive four-poster bed framed by pillars of carved obsidian. Rich crimson silk sheets were draped over my legs, and a roaring hearth across the grand bedchamber bathed the room in a de

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Blood of the True Lineage

Bronislava "Slava" IgnatovaThe violent black pulse in my chest didn't just hurt. It felt as though an invisible, icy claw had reached straight into my ribcage, squeezing my beating heart with brutal, absolute force.A strangled shriek tore from my throat as my back arched off Vaelin’s chest, the dark blood claim spell spiking straight through my marrow from eight hundred miles away. Darkness rushed into the corners of my vision. The world tilted violently, the sanctuary ceiling spinning into a terrifying vortex of amber shadow and cold stone."Slava!"Vaelin’s voice boomed through the haze, loud, authoritative, and anchored with lethal power.Before I could collapse onto the flagstones, his massive arms moved with effortless, terrifying speed. In one fluid motion, he scooped my twisting, writhing body into his cradle, taking the full, crushing weight of my limp frame. He brought his broad hand up, his long, heavy fingers gently twisting my wrist to take the dull silver knife before I

Última actualización : 2026-09-01

Todos los capítulos de THE LYCAN TSAR’S REJECTED CROWN: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 23

Poisoned for Eighteen Years

You Are My Ruin

Blood of the True Lineage