Kristen Chronicles Novels & Stories

“She knows who I am now. She won’t stop until I’m broken.” Kaelen’s eyes burned with quiet fire. “Then we can’t give her that chance.” By dusk, they reached a hidden outpost carved into the cliffs, where Darian Crestfall waited with a cluster of loyal knights. The moment he saw Serenya, his expression hardened. “You vanished for two nights,” he said, striding forward. His armor gleamed, though his jaw was shadowed by exhaustion. “Do you have any idea what chaos has spread in your absence? Villages torching each other in fear of the Duke’s spies. Nobles trading allegiances like coin. And you—” His gaze dropped to the bundle in her hands. “What is that?”

Thus, the two of them were sent to the Cathedral. But contrary to what the public thought, Kristina went into hibernation as soon as she entered the Cathedral. Pope Winter said those things on purpose in order to prevent Kristina from receiving unexpected invitations. They managed to hide her for five years, under the guise of her working in the Cathedral. But as soon as Quetura was declared as the next Holy Maiden, Pope Winter immediately announced that Kristina would become Quetura's tutor so she could navigate her work as the next Holy Maiden. But in truth, they just wanted a legitimate reason to hide Kristina from the public eye.

“We’re moving you. I’ll explain everything later, but for now, grab your bag. Don’t waste a second.” Kristen didn’t ask questions. She walked to the corner, picked up her small travel bag that was already half-packed, and slung it over her shoulder. Her hands were shaking. “I’m ready,” she said quietly. The forest was dark and heavy with silence, the kind that made you feel like you were being watched. Kristen held a flashlight in one hand and her bag in the other, walking along the narrow path that led deeper into the trees. After what felt like hours, she saw the outline of a cabin up ahead. It was old, wooden, almost hidden by the surrounding trees. Exactly the kind of place no one would

Then she placed her hand on it, slowly, like drawing a blade, ready to slice through whatever illusion still stood. And with one little push—she opened hell’s door. The door creaked open just enough for the scene to burn itself into Aria’s mind like a curse she’d never outrun. There, in the plush velvet chariot chair reserved for visiting dignitaries and founders’ speeches, Mason sat with his head thrown back, shirt undone, sweat gleaming on his neck. Kristen was straddling him, her silk dress bunched around her hips, bare thighs locked tight around his, riding him like she fucking owned him. Her hands clawed at his chest, lips dragging across his throat as she moaned his name like a goddamn

Something I want to wipe off, with a punch. And I let out an exasperated breath as I turn away from my beta because he's right. He already knows me too well. Gulping the last of the wine, I push the glass into the hands of a butler. And then I walk away from Bruce. "Kristen seems determined to carry out the Luna's rite. I mean, I feel for her already. Just five days after Aiden's birth, she has to undergo such horrifying things for a young mother." Bruce is already following right behind, not willing to leave me alone to my thoughts. There are times when he side-steps his boundaries and doesn't even know it. But that's because I've made him too comfortable around me.