Novel & Cerita Cardan Letters To Jude

But not like Zane’s. Not new. Not sleek or expensive. Vintage. The leather band is worn in, the face scratched but lovingly polished. It’s old. Loved. Real. And underneath the watch… a letter. No return address. No signature. Just my name on the envelope, handwritten in a way that feels hesitant. Intimate. Like someone who wasn’t sure if they still had the right. I unfold the paper. --- Jude, I’m sorry. I know that’s not enough—not after everything I’ve missed—but I owe you at least this.

“I have no interest in your games. Your poisons. Your petty border disputes. I am not here to inherit crumbs. I am here to reshape the feast.” One of the dons scoffed. Lucien looked directly at him. “If that means you’re off the guest list—good.” Diomira raised her glass. “Strong words.” Lucien’s eyes never left hers. “I don’t use weak ones.” Silence. Then the cardinal stood. "I will sign." The cardinal signed first. Then Don Carlo. Then the rest, in slow order. One by one, thumbprints were pressed to the obsidian, red ink glistening like dried blood.

Do not test me. Allow their stay there to be memorable. Signed, Alpha Rowan Kade of the Ironfang Pack” Milo finished, rolled the letter back up neat, handed it to the Alpha Cassian, I guess with both hands like it was a bomb. Cassian’s face had gone gray. He bowed his head deeper toward Jace. “Ambassador,” he said, voice rough and low. “My deepest apologies. We… misunderstood the situation.” Jace didn’t say anything at first, just tilted his head a little, and then holy shit he smiled.

The room tilts, shadows flickering at the edges—not Jude’s, but mine, born from fever and fear. Her hands pause, trembling. “The letter. It wasn’t just words. Blood-ink, shade-binder magic. It’s in you, feeding on your fear. Of him.” Jude. My heart stumbles, the bond pulsing—faint, jagged, like a rope fraying. I see his eyes, wild with guilt, promising he’d burn the Dominion for me. But the letter’s words scream louder. Dispose of him quietly. I clutch the furs, nails digging in. “How do I… stop it?”

Julia reassured. "Julia, you—" From her bag emerged an enigmatic black card, handed to Conrad. A revelation that left his mind reeling, a cascade of emotions jostling for prominence. "Stay calm, dear brother. This card is no purloined treasure, but a gift from my revered mentor." Conrad grappled with his disbelief, his mental gears grinding to a halt. Minutes ticked by before coherence returned to him. "Is… is this card authentic?" Julia's smile held a certain knowing grace. "My mentor is an esteemed healer, a paragon of virtuous intent. Trust that her gift holds true value."

Judiel's mother approached Judiel's father. "What is happening?" he whispered to his wife. "I don't know, and we need to talk." Judiel snatched the letter from the sister’s hand. As he read it, he looked at the parent. "You're still doing this?" he asked. His father could not answer, so he also snatched the letter. What was written in the letter shook the whole life of the couple? They did not expect to receive a letter with blood still on the inside and a severed head of their staff.

Then if they come here for a fight,we will be ready for them. The King smiled. He kissed Carmen on the forehead. "The gods be good." He said. Suddenly Gideon entered with a letter on his hand. "My King, my Queen.Forgive me for the intrusion but I just received the letter and though to bring it to you right away." Said the warrior, handing the letter over to the King. "Thank you Gideon." The warrior left. The King opened the letter carefully. "It is an invitation to the council meetings. I am expected to leave tomorrow. Early in the morning."" Said the King slowly folding the letter just as it were.

He is getting really impatient, huh. The very second I laid my eyes on it, my brows furrowed instantly. The letter was written in a different alphabet… like a code, and it looks all jumbled for all I know. I felt my head slowly turning side to side trying to figure out what the message could be. “O! Carissimi, paenitemus.” [Oh! My dear, apologies.] Amadeus suddenly exclaimed. He must have noticed my confusion. Right away, he came towards me and placed his hand in front of the paper. “Would you excuse me…”

What did these letters mean? With my heart racing, I went in search of Bernardo to confront him about this secret that had been kept silent for so long. I found him near the stables, taking care of the horses with affection. I approached him, holding the cards in my hands. Me: Bernardo, we need to talk. I found these letters in the attic. They are my father's, addressed to you. Why did you never tell me about this connection between you? Bernardo was visibly surprised and seemed somewhat disconcerted. He let out a heavy sigh before answering.

said Jude gently as he stood up, ready to leave and shake hands with him. I don’t know what came over me at that moment, and despite Jude’s warning to be very careful of my actions in this specific pack, I found myself unable to stop my next words from forming “Excuse me alpha Cedric, if I may ask you for a favor?” I said politely from where I was still sitting in my chair.