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Jesse whimpered—he was big, so big he stretched him until he was full and nearly biting into the mattress. When Marcus was fully in, he stayed there, forehead resting on Jesse’s back. “This okay?” he murmured. Jesse turned his head just enough to whisper, “If you don’t move, I’ll kill you.” Marcus pulled back and slammed in repeatedly. The rhythm built—hard, deep thrusts that rocked the bed and Jesse’s very soul. The headboard cracked, dust rained from the ceiling, and Jesse screamed into the pillow as Marcus fucked him like the world's redemption depended on it.

The dark witches shrieked, their voices shrill as their robes ignited. Their protective spells shattered. Their skin blistered. Their bones cracked under the pressure of the divine flame. The corrupted warriors tried to flee, but the fire was faster. It chased them like a living force, sweeping through the enemy lines like a tidal wave of sunfire. Screams echoed, then were silenced, one by one. The Kingdom watched in stunned silence. From the palace balconies, nobles and guards stood frozen in place, eyes wide and breathless. Even the youngest children, huddled in safe halls behind doors, turned their heads toward the blinding light, their hearts pounding.

The books along the shelves frosting over, thin ice sheets everywhere I turned fast, pushing Ethan back behind my legs, and my hands lit up with crackling celestial fire—like angry little stars In Dominic’s leather armchair, sitting there like he owned the place, was King Malachi. He was draped in this suffocating, ancient dark aura, and somehow it looked heavier than air. Terrifying, and also devastatingly beautiful, in a statuesque sort of way—pale skin flawless enough to be wrong, and eyes burning like liquid rubies

I saw the monster that lurked deep within him and one day, it would erupt and devour our kingdom… I couldn’t sleep at night knowing I had helped in him destroying Ailingdale too. “King Aldrich, I think you already know who my father is… what he’s like and the state of our people. Whatever Mallon told you, I can be sure none of it was exaggerated or misguided, he spent a lot of time with my father. I know you need to see all of this for yourself but let me just prepare you in being honest and telling you that, yes, things are really bad here, its really sad actually and hard to witness so many people dying and starving while the king lavishes in hot baths and expensive trinkets and garments.

Power flared from my fingertips as I drove my hand toward the pyre’s base, pouring the last of my strength into it. Flames erupted, blue and white, wild and violent. The shockwave threw Kael backward. Elara cried out, shielding her face. The fire roared to life, consuming the dais, the crest fragments, the ground beneath us. I could feel it tearing at my soul, but I didn’t stop. If I couldn’t rule this kingdom, I would burn its foundation to dust. The moon itself seemed to bleed silver tears across the sky. Then…… A hand closed around my wrist.

His charm had enamored the creatures around him, they found themselves smiling with enmity as well. “Then they shall feel the pure might of our kingdom! Steel will find their flesh, their skins will be flayed, burnt, and ripped apart. We shall show them no quarter: men, women, children and the elderly. They will all feel our wrath! Their tears and blood shall flood the streets, and I will take the head of the one who would call himself king.”

I was almost skipping around the store on my toes, my veins pumping with adrenaline and an unnerving excitement that made me so restless as I looked through the books. The minute I reached got to the next Aisle and reached for the Red Kingdom series; The Rise Of The Red Kingdom, The Fall of the Red Kingdom, and Fire and Ice, I felt it again. And this time, it was more intense. It felt like someone was drilling holes into my back with their eyes, causing goosebumps to sprout on my skin. My muscles locked and my hand was almost giving away the pile of books in my hands.

The King volunteered to pick me up and take me over the tree, but my anger still smoldered deep inside me, and I needed a physical task to put my mind on another path. “Holy Crap!” As the actual height of the fire came into view, my eyes followed the mesmerizing flames into the night sky. The King’s body language has changed and is very tense. “Who did this!” The king's voice has bellowed through the sky, and I am struggling to block the ear-shattering sound from my ears. “Human ears!” I bark back at him. “Sorry.” That was all I could hear him say. The rest of his words were lost in the temporary hearing loss I had just been gifted before he began walking off around the giant fire.

he continued. "It's been so long," Sophie finally spoke. "I'm not sure who I am or where I truly belong anymore." Sophie recoiled as a rodent darted towards her when King Ragnar lifted a box off the grimy floor. "Were you a princess before this?" He asked with a chuckle. She didn't get a chance to answer, her eyes widening as Ragnar pulled a serpent from one of the boxes. Involuntarily, she stepped back, fear coursing through her at the sight, wondering what thoughts were spinning in the King's mind. His smirk deepened as he watched her with those unsettling eyes.

The First Kingdom was a place of blinding perfection, a world where the air tasted like honey and the silence was heavy enough to crush a man's ribs. Malachi moved through the Glass City like a smudge of ink on a clean canvas. Without his full shadow-magic, which was being suppressed by the sheer brilliance of the Well of Souls, he felt exposed—raw and dangerously mortal.