Romans & histoires Broken Knight Lj Shen

The signet ring on his finger—a serpent entwined around a shattered hourglass—glinted in the fading amber light of the vaults. "Niece?" Panni rasped, struggling to find her voice. She leaned against Jinyan, who had already transitioned into a defensive crouch, his body shivering from the massive energy discharge he had just grounded. "Jinyan has no brother named Lucien. The Lu-Sheng line is—"

Emily The morning sun streams in through my bedroom window, signalling the fateful day has arrived. Today I leave behind my old life for a new future as Luna of Red Creed Pack. More importantly, today marks the first step toward achieving my long-awaited revenge. By this time tomorrow, I'll be far from the grasp of Dorian and Lily. Too far for them to continue hounding my steps. A knock sounds at the door before my mother enters, her smile tinged with melancholy. "Good morning, my darling. Are you all ready for your departure?"

She was exhausted constantly, struggling to keep up with academy work while managing bridge responsibilities. Then the second attack came. This one was direct. Luna was walking between classes when reality split open in front of her. Not a Void tear or divine manifestation. A bridge gateway. Through it stepped a young woman, maybe twenty years old, with eyes that shifted colors constantly. "Luna Nightshade," she said coldly. "I am Vera, sworn bridge keeper of the mortal realm. You stand accused of compromising realm security by allying with the Void. You will face judgment." "I'm in the middle of class," Luna said, annoyed. "Can this wait?"

LEVIN’S POV __________________________________ I’m crouched in the dark at the mansion’s edge, the night air cold and sharp, smelling of wet grass and smoke. My gold eyes scan the trees, my claws out, my heart beating fast. I’m Levin, the alpha, trying to hold this pack together while Brad’s traitors hit us hard. Morgana, that Lykaon cult witch, is behind it, her spell making the fake shard pulse in the basement. Jerry’s inside with Sasha, back from their dumb alley stunt, his shard voices quieter but still trouble. Debby’s training her new wolf powers, but I’m out here, keeping the pack safe. A boom shakes the ground, fire lighting up the east gate, and I know this is Morgana’s move.

Pick it up" ,he commanded . I bent down to pick it up, but the moment I lifted it, the weight almost pulled me down. The sword felt like stone in my hands. Behind me some worriors laughed . Their laughter felt like knives , I tried to tighten my grip but my hands shook badly. Roshan's voice finally boomed. "Enough ". Everyone went quiet. He walked behind me slowly , and he watched every movement that I made. My breath caught inside my chest . "You're holding it wrong," he said. I'm trying ....." I wispered." He stepped closer so close that I felt his warmeth behind me when he touched my hands, I felt heat underneath.

I hate disgusting, cowardly men like that. “I said shut up! Leo has already taken care of that man!” Rose snapped, her brow furrowed. (I should have cut off his genitals and...) Crash! Rose stared at the mirror, now shattered into pieces before her, breathing heavily and glaring. “Your British accent really makes me sick! Next time I’ll lock you up, so you don’t disturb my enjoyment of this comfortable, clean city.” After that, her expression turned flirty again. “At least I like this outfit.” Her eyebrows furrowed as she felt a stinging pain in her knuckles. “I hate pain,” she grumbled irritably. “And blood. I hate blood.”

*THE END OF BOOK 1* BOOK 2: The Lycans’ Luna: Dryad of The Elden Wood Will come soon ;)

“Regardless of the messiness of the bond, my loyalty is with Ashborne. It’s with Shawn. I had no control over who the Goddess chose to pair me with the first time. But I choose Shawn. I’d choose Shawn and this pack a thousand times over and I’ll do what I have to do to prove that.” Shawn’s eyes light up at my words. “That’s why I’m asking now if there’s any member here who knows more about this fated mate bond. Is there anyone who can offer any kind of advice on what we should do?” I ask. “I might be able to help with that.” I turn around, immediately recognizing the familiar smoky voice of Elder Luka. They smile at me and give a little theatrical wave. They have such a knack for slipping by

Aaron shook against me, tiny chest heaving, eyes wide with fear and sadness. I lifted him into my arms and knelt, pressing the sword's hilt between us. Its metal pulsed weakly, as if still linked to Lucian’s beating. My world felt hollow, torn. A wave of sound and motion tore the silence. Shadows rose from the crack in the floor. The seal broke open more, and red smoke came out like ink. Stones that were on fire shook. I sucked it up and forced myself to stand up.

A crack split the golden band, Ink gushed from it, flooding the soil, dark and brilliant and wild, The void shrieked recoiled not in pain, but in confusion, Because the Hollow Crown was never meant to be broken. It was made to contain, And now? It had released, Liora rose, marked, Ashen's story etched along her spine, burning with every breath And from the ink at her feet, A figure rose. Tall, Shifting, Wearing parts of every story she had ever failed to finish, Eyes like Ashen’s, But older, Too old. And it spoke. “I am the ink between your lines.” “And now… I will write you.”