Soulstice Briar Novelas e Histórias

Rewards: Bracer of Darkness x2, Soul Binding Pill x2, Seeds of Darkness. "I accept." Ren removed the Bracers from inventory and floated them to the two. Not telling them what they were as he stood up opening the mouth of the two women. "Swallow." Zia did so faster than Suresha. The rich Ion energy in the Soul Binding Pill targeted their souls on the spot. Exploding with power that needed to be cultivated then and there. The Bracers of Darkness clipping onto Zia's right arm, with the other clipping onto Suresha.

He turned on his heel and strode through the massive oak doors of the packhouse. We passed through the brightly lit, torch-lined corridor of Ember Hall, the air thick with the sharp, medicinal tang of crushed moon-herbs and silver-salve. He carried me swiftly back into the room, where the pack servant was actively fluffing heavy fur blankets and arranging freshly cut silver-briar blossoms in a dark stone vase. Dr. Alistair Viremont had insisted on the silver-briar blossoms. Their scent was known across the Duskwild Expanse to soothe a pregnant wolf's wild instincts and settle early gestational nausea.

They were all very beautiful, like a trio from a modeling agency. “Hello Luna.” Starts the dirty blond. The tone of her voice sounds very mature but feminine, just like her appearance. She looked like a tough bad bitch wearing all black like her leather jacket and tight skinny jeans with heeled boots. Even without the boots, she was the tallest out of all of us. “My name is Briar, and I’m Chris’s mate.” I was a bit surprised to discover that the mellow, joyful, surfer vibes Chris is the mate of a strong and fierce woman like Briar, who looks like she belongs in a biker gang. But who was I to judge?

"You must come to the gate the moment the sun touches the mountain ridge, Mommy. I will be waiting right by the stone post." Over those four quiet years, Briar had healed the broken pieces of my soul. She had pulled me back from the dark abyss of mourning my lost wolf pup, helping me bury the agonizing memories of Caelan Thorncroft, Isolde Ashbourne, and the bloody betrayals of the Silvermoon Capital. It was as if our past lives in the high pack estates no longer existed. I knelt in the snow, pulling her small body close against my chest and kissing her cold cheek. "Mommy will be standing at the gate before the sun even starts to dip."

Meanwhile in the Mortal Dimension, Brielle sat in the yard that was constructed for her and James in a daze. She was excited to marry James, but he abandoned her on their wedding night. Since they had already gone through the wedding ceremony, she was officially his wife. Brielle stood up and said with the resolution, “No matter what, I’m already your wife, James. It doesn’t matter where you go, I’ll find you even if it means searching the entire universe. Meanwhile, Thea had been diligently earning spiritual crystals. She explored the primeval mountains to find rare Empyrean herbs and hunt powerful monsters. Then, she exchanged these items for spiritual crystals.

“Besides I think you enjoyed it. Completely uncalled for Justin but I believe you would love to claim me for the solstice.” The Solstice was when males would claim a female and bed them to honour the moon goddess. It was a magical time and you were forced to claim a female by magic though you could still choose who to claim. Once the night ends and the dawn rises the spell is broken and all returns to as it was. He curled his lip breath fanning my neck, “I may just do it out of spite.” “You’re too stubborn. Besides I think Eric will be claiming me in the coming days anyway. I could help you find a lady friend if that is what you are in need of Justin.” I teased playfully.

“When I couldn’t sleep last night, I wanted to take a slipping pill but I noticed something strange. The pills that Stacey gave me and the pills that I found on Zae’s bed were not the same. Its texture was different and there’s quite a difference in its size including its smell!! I think I know my mission!” She kept silent listening patiently. “I think Zae committed suicide!! That is the truth that I need to find out! The reason why reincarnated in Zae’s body is because we died on the same day!” “Is that all?” She looks cold and disappointed. “Yeah,” I unsurely respond. “Okay. Congrats on finding out the truth. Can I go now?” she responds uninterestingly. She was about to leave but I stopped

Onyx is nearly speechless. Onyx and I walk down to the meeting rooms together. “Good luck,” I whisper to him as I look through the glass door and see the group of elders. “You too.” He kisses me before watching me head into the room with Devin. Devin stands as I walk in and bows his head to me. “Alpha, Luna, I am sorry I do not know what to call you.” He admits as he looks up at me. “Call me Briar.” I laugh as I pull him in for a hug. “You look well.” He states as he pulls my chair out for me to sit. “Thank you, as do you. How was your traveling?” I ask him as he toys with the corner of his paperwork. “It was a once-in-a-lifetime trip. The Alphas and Lunas allowed me to do things while in th

I traced my fingers along the blanket’s rough stitching, my mind a storm of questions. Lunara. The Crystal Kingdom. It sounded like something out of a fairy tale. I must’ve hit my head harder than she thought. There was no other explanation. A sudden movement caught my attention. The tent flap lifted slightly, and sunlight spilled inside, touching the healer’s silver braid as she stepped through. The light shimmered along the strands, making them gleam like polished moonlight. But then—just as she bent forward to set down a basket—her braid slid over her shoulder, revealing the shape of her ear.

Threat. Lorak is here. Tharien crossed the street with the timing of the traffic light and slipped into the service corridor that fed the annex’s back entrance. The city’s hum thinned to the whisper of fluorescent lights and the distant cough of pipes. He followed the pressure in his chest the way he’d learned to follow heat off a barrel—direction without sight. The ritual room sat behind a door marked SUPPLY. Inside, candles burned in clean lines. Salt dusted the floor in measured arcs. Sigils were chalked with surgical precision, not reverence. This wasn’t theater. This was procedure.