روايات وقصص ضمن Raihn The Serpent And The Wings Of Night

“But this is bigger than just me. This is about a man who was supposed to protect you yet has turned against our goddess and aligned himself with rogues who want nothing more than to take us all down. A man who betrayed his king and stole a throne that was never meant to be his. “A man who wants to use me to rule over everyone with my lightning and storms by imprisoning my mate. I would rather die than live the rest of my life in his hands.” Raina’s words washed over everyone. Her voice was commanding and strong, sounding like the ruler our world needed. Seeing her like this was like seeing the moon for the first time. You didn’t know it existed but somehow you knew it was always meant to be

’ The Lycan stared at her for a few seconds. “I..an” He said roughly. Raine raised a brow. "Ian?" The Lycan hummed, then rubbed his head against her stomach again. Then suddenly, everything started to fade away, Raine's eyes flew open. She was now in her room, her heart fluttered. "Ian.” she whispered softly, a small smile graced her lips. She glanced at her window. It was still dark, the moon still hung in the sky. She sighed softly and went back to sleep

“Don’t you dare. You’re not falling. You’re not.” He laughed weakly against her palm, the sound breaking into a cough. And then the shadows stirred. The abyss itself shivered, rising like waves. From the bleeding dark, forms began to crawl, creatures shaped of nothing, with jaws too wide and eyes that dripped black fire. The Ancient’s voice rolled like thunder through the hollow pit. Welcome to my heart, flames. Burn as you wish. It only feeds me faster. Sera rose, standing over Adrien’s prone body. Fire blazed from her skin, wrapping her in a corona of gold. Her wings unfurled, trembling but unbroken.

“wraith and revenant. they’re what, six weeks old? and already the healers say they’re shifting in their sleep. tiny furballs with gold eyes and violet ones, growling at shadows.” Rhea drained her tankard, set it down with a clunk. “i held wraith last night during the watch. she latched on that rag doll like it was a throat. little demon’s got her mother’s fire.” Kaelin leaned forward, elbows on knees, voice dropping. “and revenant? he quiets when you hum the old ironfang dirge. like he knows his father’s voice in it somewhere.” Serna swallowed hard, the lump in her throat tasting like ash. “they’re the only reason we’re still here, you know that? every time i swing this hammer, i see their

“Hold steady!” She leaned into his grip, fire still blazing though her body sagged with exhaustion. “I can’t... I’m not strong enough.” “Yes, you are,” Kaelen snapped, his voice a rasp but steady. “You’re not alone. Not anymore.” For a moment, their eyes met. The storm around them blurred into silence, just the two of them standing against the tide. Serenya drew a breath, deeper than any before, and the fire swelled. But this time it did not burn wild. It shaped itself—threads of gold weaving into wings that unfurled behind her. The sight stole even Maelis’s words.

With a final, savage twist, she ended it, her jaws crushing his windpipe. As his body fell limp, Raina stood over him, her chest heaving with exertion. Her white fur was stained with blood, a testament to the fierce battle she had fought. She lifted her head, her ice-blue eyes scanning the room, ready for the next challenge. In that moment, she was the embodiment of strength and dominance, a Luna who had survived and conquered.

she anxiously called, grasping the his sleeve until her knuckles turned white. Noorh looked curiously at her as he tried to fix the ends of his shirt and hide his exposed torso. "What is it?" "The adult winged serpents," she began. "They don't happen to look like that flock of birds up ahead, do they?" Noorh turned to look at the horizon and found the flock of birds that Kiran was talking about: a group of flying reptiles with black and deep red-feathered wings that were said to create winds strong enough to destroy an entire village.

The Spirit of the Wolves stood tall and calm, but the weight of her rage simmered beneath her serenity. Beside her, Nalia lifted her chin, fire crackling at her fingertips. Her flames surged upward, engulfing her body until she stood as Saelari, radiant and terrifying. Her wings spread wide behind her, burning with the full might of the phoenix lineage. The cavern walls reflected her power, casting the room in flickering hues of gold and scarlet.

Raven places a beautiful bow that is hand carved out of yew and heavily decorated in Viking knot work into my hands. “Thank you, Alpha Raven this is stunning. Thank you, Alpha King Osric,” I nod my head to Osric, when I turn to my people who are all clapping and cheering. “Luna Liliana!” Ryder leads the pack into cheering for me, before they kneel in submission for Ryder and I. Ryder quickly shifts and begins to howl making every one of age, and those who aren’t with child, shift and howl in response. I can’t help standing, holding my belly, watching my beautiful mate as a large black wolf with a white patch on his chest and just below his jaw, howling before me.

“I was beginning to think we would talk until sunrise.” She gave him one sharp look. “Try not to die while enjoying yourself.” “No promises.” The serpent army rushed from the opposite bridge. Without Orochi’s command, they fought like starving animals. The courtyard disappeared beneath claws, steel, water, and smoke. Raiken lifted Riven. “I need a path.” I stood. The living tide moved through every body around me. Thousands of heartbeats. Fear. Rage. Pain. Choice. I pulled the water from the air and drove it across the ground.