Two decades ago, the domain of courts waged battle on various types of enraged witches. Both groups lost a number of comrades during the five-year battle, but neither was willing to kneel to their feet. Until a sorcerer from one of the courts arrived with something that would put a stop to the never-ending power struggle. A stone-based octagonal crystal. It happened quickly but painfully: a light flashed in front of them, eight rays from various stones merged into one, and the crystal detonated like a bomb before they could comprehend what was going on. Their vision was being sucked out of them by the intolerable brightness, and it wasn’t only their sight that was being sucked out of them… their souls and the magic. They felt normal… and weak… when the light faded and the battlefield became dark once more, with shining dusts visibly dancing in the air. The enchantment has vanished. Both parties were defeated. The magic never came back.
Lihat lebih banyakSolstice Miabella Canmore is a princess—at least, she was when his father was alive—until he’s no longer. It makes her feel terrible to think that she doesn’t want her father to die because she’d be alone with her step mother, whom her father married after her mother died, rather than because she doesn’t want him to die in general, because she isn’t particularly lovable to his father. It’s one thing to put up with her stepmother’s daily sermons, but it’s quite another to spend time with her obnoxious stepsisters. She isn’t a princess in her own castle, despite her best efforts; rather, she is a servant, and her words don’t matter, at least not to them. She despises her stepmother, and she perceives her as strange… and evil. But she wouldn’t be able to keep her secrets for much longer since she discovers something that will undoubtedly destroy her nasty stepmother. The only problem is that the secret would destroy both the kingdom she’s attempting to safeguard and the… Four Courts.
The ball had always been an obligation.He knew it even before the torches of Cromwell’s palace burned into sight, before the heralds announced the Four Courts assembled, before his father’s hard stare pressed against his skull like a weight he had long grown accustomed to carrying. The Winter Court had no place for excess or spectacle; their halls were narrow and plain, their feasts measured in silence, their festivals solemn meditations beneath a sky of unbroken darkness. For them, beauty was not a thing to be flaunted but endured—the glimmer of frost upon stone, the sound of snow cracking beneath boots, the stillness of a frozen lake.But here, in Cromwell, everything gleamed. Candles spilled their light across honey-gold walls, ribbons shimmered from the rafters, and servants scurried like well-trained doves with their trays of wine. It was unbearable in its brightness. To August’s eyes, it seemed almost mocking.His father, however, reveled in it. The King of Winter smiled when h
There had been a time when hopelessness wrapped itself around me so tightly I thought I might suffocate. It was not here in this prison, not even when the wardens’ hands bruised my arms and their chains carved into my skin, but long before. It was when my father—my father who once told me stories of my mother as if they were sacred relics—stood before the court and placed Tremaine at his side. I remembered that moment as clearly as though it had just passed. The chamber had been filled with whispers, the kind of silken murmurs that rise from curiosity and hunger, and in the middle of it all, I stood still as stone, watching my father vow himself to another woman while my mother’s memory still lingered like incense. I had opposed it. I had spoken, argued, pleaded. But my voice was as dust against stone walls. And when my father’s gaze slid past me, when it favored Tremaine’s jeweled smile instead of his daughter’s trembling hands, I knew something within him had changed forever. His lo
The stiffness of the chain encircling both my wrists and feet causes a severe spasmodic loud exhalation through my nose and mouth. The rusted bars of the cell we're in suggest that this chamber is so aged that it looks more like a spider's house than a tormented soul's. I'm so irritated that the hay we're sitting on is causing my skin to itch, and I can't scratch it. I squint through the clefts of the cell and see a faint light at the end of what appears to be a tunnel. I'm not sure how we got here, where portion of the castle we're in, or even if we're in a castle at all. I awoke to find myself inside this hellhole. It's too dark, and the only source of light is a small barred window on the upper wall behind us. At the very least, I'd be able to tell if it's day or night through that hole. I can't believe they don't consider what I stated to be a threat. I can't believe that every single phrase they're afraid we'll say makes no se
It's incredible that no wild animals have found their way into this part of the forest. Animals are allowed to roam without being bothered by their noises because this residence is placed distant from the warden's quarters. I'm unable to sleep because I am terrified that some animals will attack us at any minute. As the sun's top limb beams brightly for the first day, I rise from my wooden chair, complaining about my back. As I step outside, the morning breeze greets me. The peaceful sounds of the trees' leaves, a few distant scratching noises, and birds' chirping sound make this morning a little more palatable. The woods in front of this house are still a little darker, and I'm tempted to go there and look for fruits, but I know that's not a smart idea. Particularly because Flynn is still sleeping and the wardens are only a few kilometers away. Despite the fact that the forest's dark auras seem to tempt me, I ignore
We take a step back as it creeps closer to us. As soon as it reveals its claws, we both run. Flynn is dragging me away. The shifting of the leaves and creaking of the stems and branches appear to be the animal's signal as we escape for our lives. The animal disturbs the forest's daytime and nocturnal species with its raucous and piercing howl. It isn't that far away. Its claws uproots and fling many trees in its path at us, forcing us to reroute. Why are there no wardens in this area perplexes me. Or did it completely wipe them out? “Flynn! Flynn!” I call when I take a sight to the hole we used before. He takes out his poniard and prepares for the vines once he realizes what I'm talking about. He makes a slit in it and pushes it open. I shove Flynn into the hole as soon as I see the animal approaching us. I'm stuck in a rut and have no idea when I'll be able to move. When animal's claws are about to drag me away, s
As I struggle my way through the basement's tight fissure, the wind whips across my face without stopping. This voyage has been one of the worst because I had to rush back here while delivering terrifying news to my unprepared determination. My quivering hands grab on to the creaky wooden railings of the wooden staircase to support my shaky legs. Because of the sprint, my chest is churning with heat. Tremaine is probably thinking I'm the one who's intruding on her private affairs right now. Even if I had doubts that she noticed me, there's no guarantee she wouldn't take me for a trespasser. That means she'll be down here in no time to check things out. I slam the door open I'm terrified it will break. Flynn gets up from his bed and looks at me, perplexed, as it swings. I don't quite appear to have succeeded in stealing his meal. I most likely appear to have witnessed a monster. I, for one, did. It's
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