Idia Shroud X Reader Novels & Stories

They stayed like that, pressed together in the dim light of the bedroom, his hands firm and steady over her, her fingers curled in his hair, both of them shaking themselves apart and rebuilding at the same time. Outside the door, Heather leaned against the wall with her hand over her mouth and her eyes wet, glaring at anyone who got within six feet like she’d personally rip their throats out for interrupting. Down the hall, Melody whispered to Liam, “Something’s coming,” and Liam whispered back, “Then we’re already in position.” In the clearing by the scar, Ash still knelt in the dirt, head bowed. Waiting. Listening. And somewhere in the deep place beyond the Veil — or maybe under the ground

She highlighted the section on her computer and felt the urge to delete it. The young student never aligned herself with the BDSM community explicitly. For one, she felt too young - and extremely inexperienced. Isa dragged on a mundane relationship her freshman year of college which ended over a one-minute exchange via text, followed by a mediocre hookup that had her rushing back to her apartment to finish herself off. No one satisfied her. Isa wanted her throat to be gripped with rage and arousal, a strong hand to muffle her screams as her hair was pulled back, her ass red from a belt, and brought to tears begging for release while shackled to a bed.

I blink and it stills. Kaia shifts beside me. "It’s talking about the Veil. About your Crown. About you, Rhea." The book continues with chilling clarity: entire cities laid to waste, fae kind turning on one another, and a final sacrifice that sealed the force away until now. And the worst part? The being they sealed it into… had a name: The Tether. I'm done for. I find her by the scrying pools, her back to me, arms folded tightly. The wind tosses her silver curls like threads of moonlight, and I know she’s been waiting.

she explained further. "Death? Like he is going to die soon?" Kayla asked in surprise and Jasmine shook her head. "No, it's an aura surrounding a warrior that has killed countless enemies. But his aura is more intense and sharp," Jasmine explained with a thoughtful expression. "And he is strong... Stronger than he knows." "Well, if you want to continue living peacefully, you can't go around telling people such uncommon information. Those people chose the blue mountain for their safety," Kayla sighed while dragging Jasmine away from the clinic.

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains depictions of physical assault, domestic abuse, non-consensual sexual contact, and severe distress. Reader discretion is advised. A suffocating numbness settled over me as I walked toward the exit of Sitio Maligaya. The night air was biting, blowing with a fierce coldness that seemed to perfectly mimic the agonizing ache deep inside my chest. The tears in my eyes had already dried up, but the burning sting they left behind only intensified with every single minute that ticked by.

Shadow Heir, weaving in Rafa, Aera, and Ying’s flashbacks with a sudden Creed assault that tests their fragile alliance and pushes Eolan’s shadow power to a new level. Narrator's Point Of View The cold morning air vibrates with tension as scouts rush into the camp. “Creed forces approaching from the east!” The call ignites a flurry of activity. Horses snort and soldiers scramble, donning armor and gripping weapons with white-knuckled determination.

he asked innocently. “If you say so, but don’t tell Langrey I agreed with you, alright?” Shia said, positively amused. “I’m not Nana, by the way. You can call me Shia.” “Shia,” he said, “Alright, Shia. Do you like to read this book with me? Fina is always too busy to read. She just hangs around when Danterion is here, and the Tainted One hates books, so I can only read when he’s asleep.”

“Now close the memory. Wrap it in Dual Essence. Seal it with your own will.” Alessia imagined the rooftop fading into a sealed sphere—wrapped in silver light and shadow, not gone but contained. She exhaled, feeling her course settle slightly. Her eyes opened. Kael wiped a tear from her cheek with his thumb. “Better?” he asked. She nodded shakily. “A little.” “You did well,” he said. She laughed weakly. “I cried.” “That doesn’t make it less impressive,” Ianthe said. “If Soul Readers pull that out of you tomorrow, it will hurt. But now you know it’s survivable.”

Ash The moment we’re back in Isadora’s bedroom I close the door behind us and she presses her body against mine. She’s still wearing that flimsy excuse for a nightgown. Blood-red silk barely clinging to her hips, one shoulder falling in a way that’s clearly meant to look accidental. She reaches for my chest, fingertips tracing the edge of a fading bruise, but I step back. “Darling,” she purrs, tilting her head. “Surely you’re not in a rush to leave this room? I thought we could—”

I muttered hoarsely, afraid to believe what I was hearing. With a nod, Elysia breathed, “Yes. If you’ll still have me.” ↜↜ 🖤🖤↝↝ The days that followed were a blur of grief and action. We buried our fallen, each grave a silent testament to the price of unity. The earth was cold and unforgiving, a stark reminder of the harsh reality we faced. The scent of freshly turned earth clung to the air, mingling with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid smell of burnt wood.