Cardan's Letters To Jude Novels & Stories

She was used to it. “These are letters that arrived a few months ago,” he said quietly. “The masters thought it right not to show them to the king or the council, not to change anything. They would have done nothing, anyway.” Sumon moved a strand of red hair behind her ear and took Nathan’s letter. “A letter from Eldhia?” Nathan nodded. Sumon began to read its contents. “Support a usurper?” she asked, upset. “The masters forgot to show this letter to the council,” Nathan snorted.

"According to these notes, Inna and Jules' relationship lasted about ten months, and ended on November 1995 when Inna informed him that she was pregnant. These are formal letters sent from Inna to Jules and vice versa." "So?" Char asked. "You're not getting it. These aren't love letters. They are weird and oddly formal letters." "Are you sure?" Instead of answering, he passed one letter to me. "Read that. See this line," he tapped on it imperatively. Curious, I read it and it was an odd mix of one of Arthur’s boring documents and poetry. Weird ass, 1600s poetry. Jules was calling himself -at least I thought he was referring himself since he kept using thy in place of I- a wild boy lost in th

Luca exhaled slowly. He reached into his coat and handed her a folded piece of paper. A letter. Found in the pockets of Cardinal Marconi before he disappeared. Written in Isabel’s handwriting. Amara opened it slowly, her breath catching as her mother’s voice echoed in her mind. “To my daughter, If you’re reading this, I am likely gone. But not silenced. You must understand: La Spina Nera is not a family—it is a religion. Their doctrine is power. Their god is control. And I broke their covenant by seeking truth.”

I say, rushing to the waste bin. I quickly pull it out and dust it with my bare hands. I turn and my heart skips a beat. He has walked to the bedside and has pulled out the torn letter from my cardigan. “What are you doing?” I ask, walking back to him. “So this is why you've been holding on to this cardigan?” he asks, his eyes on the wordings of the letter. “This was supposed to be delivered to the Lycan king of Eastern Lythengar.” He says, furrowing his brows at me.

After lighting it up, I layed down the tarot cards one by one using an old method called the witch cross. I place my card, the High Priestess, in the middle and take a deep breath. Slowly I started turning the first card and I let go of my breath. It’s the Emperor card, which describes a tall young man, who has a high position, a leader. He has dark hair and dark eyes. Something tells me, this card is represented by Kade. It started to appear in my readings long before he actually came into our lives. Since the moment I saw him, I knew exactly what he was and I was scared he came after Sabine. When I told Jonah that Kade was not like us, he didn’t believe me, he always thought that his dad w

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?”

Julian followed, his steps long and silent, his jaw clenching so hard the muscle beneath his skin twitched violently. Tucked into the center of the white petals was a thick, cream-colored card. The text was written in a highly elegant, flowing gold cursive that looked like it had been hand-penned by an eighteenth-century clerk. I reached out, my fingers cold as I pulled the card from the envelope and read the words: My darling Katia, My temper only flares because my love for you is a tempest. I look forward to holding my family soon. Your devoted husband, Jude.

“One last word. Try thinking about something else, it helps. See ya.” Then he’s gone, as if he’s afraid I just got madder. Jude, 9.37pm: Still mad? I curse as I read the text and practically hammer the letters on my phone’s faulty keyboard. Me, 9.38pm: Keep asking that and I might as well get mad. Jude, 9.39pm: Feisty. Me, 9.40pm: *eye roll* Before he can text something I follow that up with a question.

Although Jude barely avoided it, the powerful momentum sent him flying again, and he broke a few of his rib bones. Jude was terrorized as he hurried to say, “I admit defeat! I surrender! The ones who offended you are from Admiralporium. Go kill them! I won’t stop you!” Yvette was in disbelief. “Mr. Held, how could you do this!?” Jude snapped back in anger, “You idiots! Who asked you to offend someone so skilled? You deserve it!” Yvette was disappointed. She had admired people from Eternalporium so much, only for Jude to turn out to be a scum at such a critical juncture. She had just supported him so openly!

Did one of the Four Cardinal Alphas just say he was interested in me? The whispers erupted all over again. "That Moonless is unbelievably lucky." "It's her first day, and she's already caught Alpha Zayn's attention." "I've been here three years and he doesn't even know my name!" "This has to be some kind of joke." Lucky. The word almost made me laugh. If luck had ever existed in my life, my father would still be alive. If only they knew. They saw the attention of a Cardinal Alpha as a blessing. All I saw was another complication. The last thing I needed was to become visible, because you can't quietly search for the truth when everyone is watching you.