Romance Of The Western Chamber Novels & Stories

☘︎ ݁˖-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ- Wedding day The ceremonial chamber beneath the Infernal Mountain was dressed in war paint, not romance. Scarlet banners draped the pillars, gold thread stitched in ancient demonic script that shimmered like blood under torchlight. Jo stood in the preparation corridor, separated from the main chamber by a set of towering stone doors. She stared at her reflection in the ceremonial mirror—her breath fogging slightly against the surface. The gown was a blood-red silk, with a slit, black lace sleeves that wove like vines around her arms.

said Mila. It felt impossible, but Mila had completely forgotten about it. Maybe because the one who really wanted the ceremony was Cosmo and not herself. Liam nodded slowly. “But, I don't see the hall of thrones in the decorations. If it's really going to take place in two days, haven't they already prepared it?" asked Mila not understanding. Hadn't it just been a few hours ago that they went to the throne room and found nothing there? “Because the throned ceremony will take place at the waterfall behind this castle. A holy place for vampires. You should pay better attention to this when you get a lesson in our customs.” Liam slightly criticized Mila's way of thinking.

Beginning of Book 3 Ruled by the Princess: Realm of the Chosen, a Reverse Harem Romance The sound of horses’ hooves beating against packed earth, cheers from the crowded stands, and the jarring clang of wood on metal were all drowned out by the sound of Princess Katrinetta’s heart beating out of her chest as she stared down from the riser. Gripping the wooden barrier that separated her from a fifteen foot fall to the arena floor beneath her, Kit’s knuckles were white, and despite the cool temperatures, a fine line of perspiration beaded her forehead.

And then he's going to lock me in a tower and leave me there and then he is going to go to his harem girls or women or whatever he has waiting for him back in town while I sit by the window waiting for the attention he is not going to give me. A little dramatic I know, and also unrealistic but my life sounded and looked like some tragic romance story where I was the frail wife he didn’t wanted and kept all locked up while he pursued the love of his life. So Jane Eyre, thought this time I’m pyromaniac/lunatic wife. The food is great, there are a few toasts and funny stories, all that socializing and fake smiles drain so much energy that by the time we are done with dinner and have now moved t

The ones who were asleep were jolted to awareness by their mates, and they joined in the frenzy. "What’s going on?" I wanted to know, but before I could get a reply from anyone, the door to the room was pulled outwards and a woman in stringy dreadlocks marched in, terrible looking in battle regalia. She had a wide mouth, big eyes, and a bad stoop when she walked, but it could never be taken as weakness. The soft moonlight poured in through the door, allowing some of the odour to leave our surroundings. She examined each of her faces, hers rough with an ugly frown marring it the more.

I heard the door creaked and it was my Zach. "Babe, why are you crying?" Zach immediately entered my office and went straight beside me. "I'm okay, I just read one of the novels from the audition and it was heart breaking." He chuckled, "That good huh? What is it called?" I looked at the cover. "If love is true." Zach let out a hmm sound and then turned to flip the pages of the book. I sniffled and wiped my nose with my fingers, and then buried my head in my arms laid on the table. I closed my eyes.

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"I think... it means our destinies are entwined with this chamber. This isn't just about uncovering forgotten tales. We have a role to play, a purpose." As she spoke, the whispers grew louder, enveloping the room in a symphony of voices. Shadows danced on the walls, forming images of past events—battles, rituals, moments of love and heartbreak. "The book is showing us the past," Orion whispered. "But why?" Liora turned to the next page, her eyes widening in shock. "Not just the past, Orion. Look!" On the parchment, vivid illustrations depicted Liora and Orion, standing together in the chamber, surrounded by a vortex of energy. The very next scene showed the land outside the chamber, but it w

The door swung open with a heavy groan that echoed through the hall. As we stepped inside, I noticed this was his private chamber. The room carried his scent. Making it even more alluring than I am willing to admit. They were ceilings vaulted high with a chandelier hanging from it, massive windows draped with black silk curtains. A fireplace gave a golden flame, dancing on polished stones. They were paintings of different wolves I couldn't recognize. But there was one that stood out of them all. His eyes were red, a terrifying red I had heard only in stories. Even though it was a picture, it still cast a strange feeling through me as I found myself staring into those eyes.