Oriental Fantasy Mga Nobela at Kwento

The golden heir to the entire Eastern territory looked nothing like the man who had once stood proud at the binding ceremony and rejected her. "Kaela!" Adrian roared. His voice was a ragged, animal sound that completely broke through his remaining aristocratic composure. He did not look at the five sections of the glowing text. His gaze was pinned directly to the silver-blue luminescence on her wrists, and his scent had spiked with a toxic, possessive madness that filled the vaulted room. "Step away from him! The mountain is falling! The Eastern vanguard is holding the outer riverbank, but the grey things … They are walking through the silver locks like they are nothing!"