Novel & Cerita Arielle And Vinson Novel

The chamber thrummed with life, alive with the roar of molten veins beneath crystal floors, the heat of Kaelion’s presence, and the pulse of the fire that now lived within her. Ariella’s bare feet brushed against the warm surface as she followed him deeper into the central hall of the citadel. Her skin tingled, every nerve on fire, and she shivered—not from the heat alone, but from the weight of anticipation that pressed against her chest.

My wolf howled inside me, thrashing. They were testing us again. Pushing the line. Seeing how far they could go before I snapped. But I wasn’t going to break. I was going to answer. --- Arianna – That Night The moon was high again. The same way it had been the night Kael first kissed me like I was the only thing left worth saving. Now, that same moon looked like a blade. The air was too still. The shadows are too long. I didn’t sleep. Couldn’t.

THE STIFF BONE OF MY CORSET DUG INTO MY SIDES stifling my breath as the carriage galloped across pebbles on the road. “Just breathe. Everything will be fine,” Kezira smiled at me reassuringly. But everything was far from fine. I am the shadow princess. Revered and feared across the three kingdoms for my fighting skills and yet, here I am. On my way to Revillon. Collins would laugh if he could see me now. Powerful Princess Arielle, reduced to Lady Marissa. Nothing more than an air-headed noble lady of the Revillon court.

"Aiden. Where is Arielle?" A nurse came running out of the operation theatre."Sir, we need A- right now. "Do you know someone who has the same blood group?" I looked at Aiden who looked alert. He pulled Kia out of my arms and looked at me with a troubled look. His eyes screamed apology."I'm so f*cking sorry Nicky. I couldn't keep my promise." "What do you mean?" "Arielle is critical.", At that moment I could feel my soul leaving my body."She got stabbed while saving Kia. She suffered major blood loss and I'm afraid she wouldn-"

As she disappeared into the hallway, the room fell into a comfortable silence, punctuated by the clinking of glasses and contented sighs. Claudine's footsteps echoed through the mansion's grand foyer as she entered, but her gaze was arrested by a figure that shouldn't be there. Ariella stood poised, her slender frame radiating a fragile, vulnerable aura. Claudine's instincts prickled, her werewolf senses on high alert. How did she get past without being noticed? What did she want? Ariella's eyes locked onto hers, filled with deep sorrow. "Claudine," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I'm so sorry. For everything. For betraying your trust, for hurting you, for letting Reid manipulate me."

Ariella's POV "I'm here, uncle!" Damien finally squeezed his way out of the crowd, followed by a woman who was dressed up and made up. Her hair was messy, and her lipstick was gone. It was obvious that she and Damien had just done something in private. I laughed coldly and looked at Damien with a mocking expression. Kiley seemed to realize something and glared at the woman before turning back to Matthew and crying out, "Uncle, Ariella wants to kill me! She pushed me over!"

I attended all my lectures before making my way to the cafeteria to have some much-needed coffee that needed to get into my system after a hectic day. I bought a coffee and as I was about to make my way towards an empty table I saw Maverick coming towards me. I knew I couldn't talk to him any longer and I turned around ready to rush out of the cafeteria when instead I bumped into a guy spilling all my coffee on his white shirt and branded white shoes. "What the fuck?" Way to go, Arabella.

Valerio laughed loudly at something one of his men said. “Yes,” I murmured, distracted between both sides. Ariella studied me for a long moment. Then, unexpectedly, she leaned forward and pressed her forehead lightly against mine. I shifted back immediately, stunned by the sudden movement. “Whatever it is,” she whispered, “don’t let it steal you away,” she added. This. Her. Too weird. My chest tightened. Below, I spotted a shadow walking up the slope and slightly scanning around. Probably they'd noticed something? Or us.

Guess you've earned to enjoy being treated like trash. Zara’s eyes widen in shock. Her mouth opens, but no sound comes out. — You’re crossing the line, Lenart — Draven growls, his tone sharp enough to make the boy flinch. That’s when Arielle appears, wrapped in something that looks more like black tape than a dress. It barely reaches below her thigh, the neckline plunging down to her sternum. There’s not much left to the imagination. — You smell way too good for a priest — she teases, smiling at Lenart, and I see the muscles in his jaw lock tight.

And in the center of the chamber. Arielle. She's chained to an altar, her wrists bound above her head, her body limp and pale. Her golden hair is matted with blood. Her clothes are torn. But her eyes are open, blazing with that same defiant fire, and when she sees me, her lips curve into a weak but triumphant smile. "Victor," she breathes. "I knew you'd come." I'm moving before I can think, crossing the chamber in a blur of rage and desperation. But I barely make it three steps before a wall of shimmering energy slams into me, throwing me backward. I crash into Michael, sending us both tumbling to the ground.