Balerion Novelas e Histórias

she pulled Takashi along to the elevator. She dropped his hand immediately as they entered and looked at the key. They got to the room and she opened it. “Lovely” he stated marveled at the size and design of the room. “We’re not here to enjoy ourselves” she said. “Then why are we in a love suite? That’s a really big signal” he wriggled his brows. “We’re here because in the next room is Takahiro. You know him right?” “Takahiro, your rival. Leader of Red Dawn. I was there during your whole fight with Geiru” he said.

“Kalia’s the target!” Kalia’s orb pulses, her aura flaring, her hymn unsteady, drawing the starborn’s focus. I shield her, my blade clashing with theirs, my heart pounding, Lena’s spark flickering. “Kalia, control it!” I shout, my voice strained. Her eyes meet mine, her nod fierce, her orb dimming, but the rift pulses, its hymn—the Herald’s—surging. “Child of the Veil,” it whispers, “your sister’s creation dies.” The ground trembles, Vyrn’s ruins parting, a First Ones’ construct rising—a crystalline behemoth, its surface etched with void-runes, its hymn tied to the Herald’s, its eyes twin voids. Lirien’s tablet flares, her voice urgent. “It’s guarding the rift-core—the Herald’s ritual!”

“Who… who are you?” From the darkness, two golden eyes ignited, blazing with heat and command. A figure emerged—tall, impossibly broad-shouldered, muscles coiled like a predator ready to strike. Scales shimmered across his forearms, glinting in the flickering torchlight. Horns curved backward from his temple, and the air around him shimmered with raw heat. “I am Kaelion,” he said, voice like molten metal, “Lord of the Emberclaw Dominion. And you…” His gaze roamed her trembling form with a mix of possessiveness and hunger. “…are mine. The mate who will bear my heir.”

“I don’t care.” My breath caught. “You are part of the harem now,” she continued. “If you have family, they are no longer yours. You are reborn here. With a name that can change.” Her eyes held mine. “Consort. Luna. Mother. Mother Luna. Or you can even go from being of the highest of ranks to be thrown to the lowest over the simplest of mistakes.” She let my chin go. “These are the steps of a woman in a harem. You will act accordingly.”

The ride was a plunge into madness. The Varek cavalry, five hundred of the kingdom's finest, poured out of the Grey Keep not as a unified phalanx, but as a pack of wolves joining a wild, chaotic hunt. Kaelen was at their head, his body a low, fluid line of predatory grace, his mind a cold, calculating machine that was processing the storm of information pouring through the bond.

I made a list of the eight, each assigning them to one person. Caden Winnow, Alpha of the Winnow pack Bane Fangworth, Marcel’s father and former Alpha of Fangworth pack Fenrir of the Night, Alpha of Night pack Ragnar Blackclaw, Alpha of Claw pack Lykos Bloodrose. Alpha of the Bloodrose pack Grim, Alpha of the Midnight pack Zayne Wilde, Alpha of the Wilde pack Alaric Wolfsage, Alpha of the Wolf Sage pack I handed each name to the eight assassins. “The last person is Hayden Storm, the Alpha of the storm pack but I will handle that personally,” I told them.

“Let’s carve a path!” Kade stumbled out after them, bracing against the storm, the stabilizer brace glowing faintly as it dampened the wild pull of the Rift on his essence. Selene walked out casually, brushing dust off her borrowed Solaris cloak. “Oh, this looks delightful.” Kael snarled. “Shut up and fight.” Selene winked. “With pleasure.” A massive corrupted beast—something shaped like a lion but composed of bone, fog, and black water—lunged toward Alessia with fanged jaws wide.

- a hoarse voice says behind me. When I turned around, I saw a huge gray and black wolf that seemed to glow. His eyes were stark white as if he were blind, but he looked me in the eye intently. - Who are you? Where am I? - I asked him. - I have many names, but you can call me Vánagandr. Before the Moon Goddess created the Werewolves, she created the Lycons, and before the Lycans there were only wolves. I am the father of all wolves. As for why you're here, you are between life and death in the great garden that will take you back to life or to the realm of the dead.

The towering black shadow pulsed as if it were alive. Its crimson eyes gleamed with savage hunger and unrelenting hatred. Aria swallowed hard, feeling the icy chill prickling her skin, despite the blue energy still surging within her. Lorian stood beside her, sword raised, though they both knew ordinary weapons would do little against creatures like this. Rael gripped his dagger tighter, his jaw clenched as he fixed his gaze on the figure before them. Vaelin.

Why would he be jealous anyway? I breathe out heavily, blowing all my thoughts away and focus back on my book. But the sound of water splashing catches my attention. Curious, I get up from my chair and go to the balcony railing. I look down at the pool and see a dark silhouette dashing under the water. When it reaches near the border, he bursts out of the water and intakes a deep breath. Eren. He runs his hand on his face then on his hair to brush back the wet pieces which are falling on his face. Droplets of water are rolling down from his face to his tanned chest, down his delicious abs and then they merge with the water in the pool.