Maidens Of The Cave A Novel Novels & Stories

Third Person's Pov Inside a spacious, well lit cave adorned with intricate symbols and gleaming stones, a throne for two sets at the far head, but only a single woman sits on it, Lysandra, the devious witch. She gazes at Sir Levitt who sits on an old chair at a corner, grasping a wound on his right wrist. One side of the cave is lined with shelves with rare herbs, bubbling cauldrons and jars of mysterious ingredients. The opposite wall is lined with books upon books, containing spells, incantations, and ancient knowledge.

She opened a heavy, leather-bound volume and began to speak, and I leaned in, listening with every fibre of my being. "Based on my findings, Jimmie, there are three main caves built by Devon’s ancestors throughout Astria. Each serves a distinct, dark purpose. The first is the Cave of the Forgotten, where Nadia was held. A place of judgment and silence." I nodded, urging her to continue. "Then," she said, her finger tracing a swirling diagram on the yellowed page, "there is the Cave of Memories." "The Cave of Memories?" I asked, my heart skipping a beat.

The air was cool, and the sky was starting to darken as the sun dipped below the horizon. After what felt like forever, we arrived at a hidden cave, its entrance covered by thick vines. Emilianna gently pulled the vines aside, revealing a dark opening. "This is a place few know about," she said, her voice low. "Come inside." I followed her into the cave, the air cool and damp. It was dark, but Emilianna seemed to know exactly where she was going. She led me deeper into the cave until we reached a small alcove. There, on a stone pedestal, rested an ancient-looking book.

[A Maiden…] Chosen from birth to live beside a powerful King, my life hasn't been a bed of roses. The life of a Maiden is solitary. Never to be touched. Never to be looked upon. Never to be spoken to. Never to experience pleasure. Whilst waiting for the day of her Ascension; waiting for the day she gets owned by a King. But I haven't exactly kept to all those rules, now have I? I have made mistakes most Maidens will never dare to make. I have been touched. I have been looked upon. And I most definitely have experienced pleasure with the wrong people. All those rules I have broken, all have repercussions. And I will suffer the consequences soon enough. But then again, I never chose to live th

Yet, Jenny could discern that it was the voice of the old woman, Vivian. Old Kay, unfazed by the sound, remained calm and steadily walked into the cave. Jenny followed the old man, slowly approaching the cave. A strong smell reached her nose, and when she saw what lay inside the cave, Jenny trembled, finding it almost unbelievable... In front of her eyes stood a half-rotten demon, covered in monstrous black scales. It was the gentle old woman, Vivian. The old woman's eyes were red, seemingly devoid of sanity, and a dark pattern adorned her cheeks.

Melina doesn't answer that question, the only thing that responds to her is the cold wind and the fog that grows thicker and thicker. Maria, however, already knew the answer in her heart. Not as tolerant as the king said. They are trying to destroy this child, imprisoning him in the coldest part of the castle territory. The child of sin, but as the Moon goddess said, she has no sin at all. Why is it so cruel to such a small being? Is this the move of a god who is always respected by humans? While Maria is astonished by the unexpected discoveries, Malina has since stopped stepping forward "You come up here, Lizzie."

Lance inhailed the fresh air then He heard the gate bell rang. He check who is it from the monitor,he le out a sigh seeing it's not Anna, he don't want to see that lady anymore. Lance decided to open the door.Upon opening the door the lady is looked at him. He was surprised at the same time amazed. The lady is very beautiful, she has a fair skin and has a sparkling blue eyes with long eyelashes has a tall nose, her lips was naturally red, her beauty is very natural even though she don't wear a make up. Anna uses make up to make herself Beautifull, but this lady in front of her is different.He thought it was an angel, she is really Beautifull. He asked where this lady going, but this lady s

The black winged seraphim made fun of the girl and her beast. Maria had dug her hands even more inside the claw etching with her entire weight against the wall. Something snapped and a small stone opening moved and unfolded beneath the wild jasmines. WHOOSH! Both the girl and the beast stumbled into a cave, with Maria falling face down. “Aaaaah!” She crawled inside the damp cavern floor, dragging her scared billy. “We’re going to stay here for a while until it is safe and the cherub creature is gone,” said Maria to her unwitting companion. Like a full moon fastened to the firmament with its ashen skin, the black seraphim suspended its flight and flew in and out again outside the hidde

On closer look she was surprised to see that the waterfall was shielding the mouth to a cave, yes, there was a cave that she could see through the waterfall, this is where the entire tribal group stopped, only Mahira Damika and Wakanovak continued, she had to pass through the waterfall and enter the cave, what was surprising was that despite the fact that she passed through the waterfalls, she did not get wet, not a drop of water had hit her body. The cave had lit torches lined on both sides of the wall, it was not a small ordinary cave but instead it looked like a specially large place that safeguarded something precious. The floor was covered with unimaginable amount of beautiful blue rose

The music started again. By the time they threw me into the small, damp room that was to be my new home, I was gasping for air. The servant chambers were located in the bowels of the palace, where the stone was always wet and the air tasted of mold. Every breath felt like a shockwave of broken glass traveling down my lungs. I collapsed against the stone wall, the silver chains clinking mockingly in the dark. I closed my eyes, praying for a sleep that wouldn't come, a sleep that would swallow the memory of Lia’s hand in his hair. Hours passed. Or maybe it was only minutes. In the dark, time becomes a distorted thing. I lay there, shivering, my body trying to heal the invisible wounds of a rej