Curse Of Shadows And Thorns นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The porcelain cups shattered on the floor. "Where is it?" he hissed, his fingers tightening. "I know it’s here. The ritual to bind the shadow. Give it to me, or I’ll see how many times you can die before the Archivist grows bored of you." I gasped for air, clutching the 'Thorne Chronology' to my chest. "You... will never... have him." The library doors burst open. Kaelen stood there, covered in the blood of his enemies, his eyes glowing with a terrifying, ethereal light. The shadow behind him didn't mimic his movements; it grew, stretching across the floor like a living ink-blot, its claws reaching for Caspian’s boots.

POV: Thorne, Reaper of the Council The scent of divine disruption was unmistakable. Thorne crouched atop a jagged cliff overlooking the southern forest, his cloak of shadows billowing in the windless air. The ley lines beneath him pulsed erratically, like veins clogged with prophecy. He pressed two fingers to the soil and closed his eyes. The pulse was real. The awakening had begun. He stood slowly, his armor whispering against itself—obsidian plates etched with runes that shimmered faintly in the moonlight. His blade, Soulrender, hung at his back, humming with anticipation. It had tasted prophecy before. It was eager to taste it again.

I dodge a swipe, counter with a strike, and feel the metallic sting of claw against armor. “Kaelen!” Thorne shouts, drawing my attention to Selene. She’s moving with them, surprisingly fast, despite the mark burning through her veins. Her hands flare red, glowing with the curse magic. I’ve never seen it manifest like this in battle. Pain shoots through me. She shouldn’t be here. She shouldn’t be risking herself like this. But she is. She always is. I cut through the enemy lines, each movement precise, deadly. Wolves fall, growling their last, but the Shadow Guard keeps coming. They’re relentless, like Rael himself is guiding them. And then, I feel it. The pulse under her skin.

Edwards spat on the floor. Rose gasped, “oh no! I appreciate all you have been through and will pay for your suffering!” He just waved her offer away, “ na lady, it’s what I’m gettin too… the crown heard my tale and of your plight. They let me free to find and stop this darkness from spreading!” “That you are a lady makes it more pressing I find who is responsible “ he adds, “The Queen doesn’t want it destroying the courts, and if the darkness alters England, it won’t be long afore it’s in Scotland too, aye?!”

Forgotten swarmed in endless waves, shadows wrapped in metal and flesh, their cries like knives tearing the air. Lucien’s chains burned white-hot as he cut a path through them, every strike precise, every motion shaped by centuries of battle. Ashar’s blade roared with fire, his movements a storm of destruction, cleaving through creatures faster than they could rise. Riven tore through the air above, wings a blur of steel and light, raining death on the swarm. Sethis stood beside Mae, his hands weaving sigils so dark they seemed to drink light, ripping shadows into blades that shredded anything that breached their line.

“I will extract every last scrap of humanity within you and once you have been taken by the darkness I will end you.” Yet her promises sounded hollow, her threats weak even to her own ears, Vanadine thought and he disregarded them with disdain. He leaned in close, smelling the mixture of rot, mushrooms and diseased flesh that made her natural perfume, with disgust. “You know why I still come here?” He asked, whispering in her pointed ear. “To remind myself of what I must never become. To remind myself of what happens if I let the darkness win. And to pity the thing that once was my friend,” he added. “Goodbye, Horann, I will not be returning again.”

I caught a glimpse of his purple eyes in the reflection of the blood moon, and the choking stopped. Suddenly, I could breathe again. I could focus, and somewhere in that focus, I managed to control the darkness. The shadow continued traveling through me. I felt it in my veins, in my bones, and in my soul. Everything was on fire as my skin and my chest burned. As the shadow spread further, it felt as if I was being torn apart from the inside, but I could take it this time. It was all because of Valerius. I felt the final impact through my beating heart, and then it stopped. Thorne’s red eyes, my purple eyes…