Beyond Birthday Fanart Novels & Stories

Now that the problem was resolved, he had no reason to stay. Howser’s eyes flashed with urgency. He blocked Liam's way and said quickly, "Grandmaster Burrey! This time, your kindness is beyond repayable. Not only did you heal my legs, but you also helped me reach the level of inner energy I’ve dreamed of!" As he spoke, Howser hurriedly turned and took a black card from an exquisite box, handing it to Liam with great respect. "This is a Centurion Black Card with no spending limit. There are only three of these in South City. Please, Grandmaster Burrey, you must accept it!"

*** To be continued. Love you all♡♡♡

I murmured. “Was,” Ellias corrected. “We don’t have him this time.” The way he said it stung, though he didn’t mean it to. I straightened to push away my worries. “Send another patrol...no, go yourself. Take four warriors, quiet, and fast. I want eyes this time, not blood,” I ordered. He nodded before he moved, “On it!” When he left, I stared at the map spread across my desk. The red pins marked the sick zones, the blue ones marked the healed. The south border was empty and wide open.

In its place, a quiet, crushing ache settled deep in my heart. I had spent years swallowing my pride, making compromises, all to keep Mike by my side. But we had both forgotten one thing—marriage doesn't have room for three people. Then came my birthday. I had originally planned to sit down with him and talk things through. Now, I no longer saw the point. After blocking Cathy, I went to City Hall to sort out the last of my mom's affairs. When I got home, a pair of unfamiliar high heels sat by the front door.

At one point, they came across a small art gallery, and Sophia found herself drawn to a painting—a beautiful sunset over a quiet lake. Julian noticed her staring. “Do you like it?” She nodded. “It’s… peaceful.” He didn’t say anything, but the next thing she knew, he had bought it without hesitation. “Julian—” “Consider it a wedding gift,” he said casually. Sophia stared at him, stunned. He was infuriating, and a complete mystery to her… yet at the same time, he did things like this. Small gestures that made her question everything she thought about him.

There was only a faint, silver-tinged crescent birthmark tucked safely behind my left ear, completely hidden from the world. My gaze drifted away from the mirror, landing on the small wooden desk beside the vanity. Resting on top of it was a wax-sealed parchment envelope, stamped with the official insignia of the Royal Crescent Pack; a roaring wolf beneath a crescent moon. Beside it sat a small, leather-bound desk calendar. I stepped closer, my fingers brushing against the gold ink on the invitation before shifting to the calendar. My eyes locked onto the date stamped in red ink. Four years ago.