❤️ The Nightweaver's Message ❤️Mary hurried to Nyxoria's chamber, a tray of food balanced carefully in her hands. Reaching the door, she knocked lightly and waited for a response."Can’t I get some peace?" came Nyxoria’s exasperated voice from inside. "First my uncle, and now you."Mary hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, bowing slightly. "I’m sorry, my queen," she said gently. "You didn’t eat before you left, so I brought you your meal."She placed the tray on Nyxoria’s bed, knowing it was where the queen preferred to eat whenever she was in her chambers.Nyxoria sighed but sat up, her irritation fading as the smell of the hot, sweet meat broth reached her. "Thank you, Mary," she said, her tone softening. She picked up a spoon and took a sip, the warmth of the broth calming her further.Mary stood nearby, a small smile on her face as she watched. Nyxoria had always been kind to her, an attitude that was rare for the queen to display openly. Since that night, Mary had been
❤️ A Gathering Of Rulers ❤️ Noon: King Vyr wasn’t entirely surprised when one of his guards entered his chamber to inform him that visitors were waiting for him in the grand throne room. The grand throne room was reserved for meetings of great importance, a space where the kings and queens of other supernatural realms convened to discuss pressing matters. "Whoever initiated this abrupt meeting must have a hand in stirring up trouble," Vyr muttered to himself as he dressed. He had been in his chamber since his encounter with the Nightweaver, his mind restless, and he hadn’t managed to sleep at all. As he adjusted his robes and crown, he silently hoped that this gathering had nothing to do with the Nightweaver’s ominous visit. When he entered the grand throne room, the gathered rulers stood briefly to acknowledge his presence before sitting back in their respective golden chairs, each intricately designed to reflect their dominion. Vyr walked to the head of the table and took his se
❤️ A Web Of Deceit ❤️Once the other rulers had gone, King Vyr, consumed by his frustration, grabbed the edge of the table and hurled it against the wall. The loud crash was heard through the empty throne room, but to his dismay, the table didn’t break. Its intact state only added fuel to his anger.How dare Aurora speak to me like that? he seethed. I’m not just some warrior—I’m Laka’s twin brother!A soft, chilling voice echoed in his mind, one that belonged to a girl, no older than eight. "Should I kill her for you then?" the voice whispered, its tone sweet yet laced with malice.Vyr shook his head, forcing himself to breathe deeply. "No," he replied silently, using his mind to communicate. "Killing her would only prove her right. It would raise too many questions and point too many fingers at me." He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "Besides, Aurora is not easy to kill. She’s a queen who defeated nine of her brothers to take over the throne. She’s no ordinary vampir
❤️ Nyxoria ❤️"So you really don’t know when he’s coming?" Nasa asked, her tone tinged with disbelief.Vyr shook his head, his frustration evident. "No, I don’t.""Have you told her?""Not yet," Vyr replied firmly. His gaze locked onto his daughter’s. "And you are not to tell her. Do you hear me?""Yes, Father," Nasa sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. She stood up from her seat and began to leave but paused at the door, turning back to face him."But why her and not me?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of bitterness. Seeing the puzzled look on Vyr’s face, she elaborated. "I mean, why would he choose her? Why not someone respectful and unselfish, someone like me?"Vyr’s expression hardened, and his tone was firm. "So, all this ranting is because you want Tharros for yourself? Listen to me, Nasa. You don’t know his history like I do. No daughter of mine will marry an insane prince."Nasa let out a frustrated huff, crossing her arms. "But he can marry Nyxoria and not me? How i
❤️ Tharros Story ❤️Tharros’s hands remained tight around Nyxoria’s neck, his fingers pressing into her skin. But when he noticed she wasn’t fighting back—wasn’t even flinching—and instead had that strange, defiant grin on her face, he froze.With a low growl, he released her, his hands dropping to his sides. He didn’t want to kill her, at least not yet. That would be too easy, too quick.But as he sat there, trying to steady himself, he couldn’t ignore the rush of heat coursing through him. Her fearless reaction, that maddening grin, the way she stared him down without a hint of fear—it stirred something deep inside him.He clenched his fists, glad he was seated, hiding the effect she was having on him. Damn her, he thought, his jaw tightening. She doesn’t even know what she’s doing to me.He hated it. By the gods, he hated it. The thoughts racing through his mind, the way his body betrayed him—it all made his blood boil."Get out," Tharros growled, his voice cold and sharp.Nyxoria’
❤️ Tharros Story (2) ❤️"I don’t understand. He has a brother?" Nyxoria asked, confusion clear in her voice."Yes," Dika replied without hesitation. "Come on, let’s go somewhere quiet to talk."Without wasting any time, the two climbed onto Penelope, who took off at a steady pace.They soon arrived at a riverbank, their secret spot, where they often came to escape the world. The girls dismounted, and Nyxoria led Penelope to graze nearby before they both sat down on the cool grass by the water’s edge.For a while, neither of them spoke, the sound of the river filling the silence, until Nyxoria finally broke it."So, how do you know all of this about Tharros’s history?""My mother," Dika answered simply.Nyxoria smiled faintly. "Sometimes I forget how old she is."Dika smirked. "You’re not the only one. According to her, the late Emperor brought Tharros to the castle when he was about three years old and announced to all the kingdoms that he was his son.""I’m guessing that didn’t sit w
❤️ The Bloodfogers ❤️"Yes, you just read my mind, Nyxoria," King Vyr said with a broad smile. "Are you sure you’re not a mind reader?" he teased lightly."I just know where this is heading before you hit the nail on the head," Nyxoria replied with a smirk.Nasa snorted loudly, rolling her eyes in an exaggerated manner. Nyxoria caught it and, without missing a beat, stuck out her tongue at her cousin before turning her attention back to her uncle."I’ll go tomorrow to check things out Uncle," she said casually. "Unlike some people seated across from me, I still have a good memory of where you and the Council of Elders pointed out in the scroll, so I’ll start there." She added."Thank you, Nyxoria. I trust you," King Vyr said.Nyxoria pushed her chair back and stood up, stretching slightly. "If you’ll excuse me Uncle, I’m tired and need to get some rest. I’ve got a long day ahead of me tomorrow.""Won’t you finish your food?" Vyr asked, concern flickering across his face as he saw Nyxo
❤️ The Bloodfogers (2) ❤️Early the next morning, before the sun had even risen, Nyxoria was already awake. She got out of bed and took a quick bath, letting the cool water clear her mind and wake her fully. Once she was done, she dressed in a pair of fitted red leather trousers and a sleeveless red tunic. The tunic was long, with slits running from her waist down on both sides, allowing for easy movement.She let her hair fall loose, brushing it carefully as it cascaded down to just above her knees. She normally didn’t pay much attention to her hair, but this morning, with the soft glow of the burning candles illuminating her chamber, she took a moment to look at it. And took hold of her late father's sword, which she strapped to her back.Satisfied with her appearance, she slipped out of her chamber, careful not to make any noise that might wake anyone else. The only ones still awake were the guards doing their night patrols, silently watching over the palace.Nyxoria made her way t
❤️ A Dance Upon Fate’s Blade ❤️Vampire Kingdom: Queen Aurora Chamber:Queen Aurora had been quiet all through the journey back to her palace. She had kept a calm face, not letting anyone know what was going on inside her. It was only when she finally stepped into the safety of her chamber and closed the heavy door behind her and removed her boots that she allowed the flood of thoughts to crash into her.She leaned her back against the door and closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in slowly. King Oberon was dead. No matter how many times she said it to herself, it still felt like a lie. Like maybe she was dreaming and would wake up any moment.First, it had been High King Laka and his wife, Queen Lynn. Now Oberon too. One after the other, they were falling.Aurora opened her eyes and began to slowly walk around her chamber, her bare feet making soft sounds on the cold floor.“What is happening?” she muttered under her breath. “Is it the sins of our past coming back for all of us?”
❤️ Cracked Shell, Shattered Truths ❤️“You don’t understand, Dika,” Queen Ashani said, her voice calm but serious, trying to make her daughter see reason. “I honestly thought you’d be smart enough to figure things out on your own, but now, now I’m starting to wonder if you’re even using your head at all.”Dika’s eyes narrowed, her chest rising and falling as she tried to keep her emotions steady. “Mother, whatever it is you’re trying to do right now, just stop it. Please. This thing you’re trying to plant in my heart, the doubt, the confusion, it won’t work. I won’t let you mess with what Vyrelen and I are beginning to have. If something happened between the two of you, that’s your business. I don’t want to know, I don’t need to know. Don’t drag me into it. Leave me out of your past mistakes.”Queen Ashani didn’t flinch. "What if it involves Nyxoria? Do you still think you will be her friend if she comes to know the truth?"That made Dika pause. Her heart skipped a beat. “What does Ny
❤️ Queen Ashani ❤️Queen Ashani Palace: Dika's RoomDika blinked a few times when she saw where they had ended up. It wasn’t the Emperor’s grand castle, it was her mother’s palace, and more specifically, her own chamber.She turned to Vyrelen, a bit confused. “Wait… I thought we were going straight to the Emperor’s castle. Why are we here?”Vyrelen raised an eyebrow, a small playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “And here I thought you’d get angry if I dragged you off to that huge castle, my chamber, instead of bringing you home. Aren’t you happy I’m finally thinking with my head, for once?”Dika rolled her eyes and pushed herself slightly away from him, realizing she’d been leaning on him without even noticing. She cleared her throat and looked around awkwardly.“Whatever. Thanks… for bringing me home,” she mumbled. "You can leave."Vyrelen just shrugged casually and leaned against the door like he owned the place. “I never said I was leaving.”She frowned. “What do you me
❤️ Daisy, the Unbroken ❤️An Unknown Place:The room was dim and cold, with barely enough light to see the stone walls. Daisy was still chained, slumped quietly in the corner like a broken doll someone had forgotten. The air smelled like dust and iron.Lady Bana appeared without warning, her dark dress swaying slightly as if it had caught the wind, even though there was none. She walked slowly, her presence filling the room like a heavy fog.Noah, who had been standing near the wall with folded arms, straightened quickly when he saw her. He hadn't expected her to come here.“My Lady,” he said, trying to hide the nerves in his voice. “Did Oberon win?”Lady Bana didn’t answer with words. She raised her hand slowly, like she was pressing something in the air, and in an instant, Noah’s hands flew to his throat. He began to choke, clawing at something invisible wrapped around his neck.“Does this look like my happy face to you?” she growled, her voice sharp and angry. Her teeth were clench
❤️ A Friend Worth Fighting For ❤️When Tharros entered his chamber, a soft smile crossed his lips as his eyes landed on the peaceful, sleeping face of his soon-to-be wife. She looked so calm, so beautiful, lying there like she belonged in his arms.He quietly pulled off his boots, then removed his shirt before carefully climbing onto the bed beside her. As if sensing his presence, Nyxoria instinctively moved closer and rested her head on his chest, breathing in deeply like she was finally at peace.†††Nyxoria’s Dream:She found herself standing alone in the ruins of a palace. Silence stretched in every direction of the ruined throne room as she waited for Ora to come but when she didn't she decided to call out her name, trying not to raise her voice up.“...Ora?” she called out softly.She called the name again, and just like that, the veiled woman appeared beside her without a sound. Nyxoria stepped back a little, putting some space between them.“Is there anything else we’re suppos
❤️ Mine from the Beginning ❤️"What am I going to do now? Nasa is trying to put me in a very difficult position," King Vyr muttered to himself as he stepped into his chamber and closed the door behind him. He walked over to the window, staring out without really seeing anything."Tharros and Vyrelen are not on the same level," he continued, thinking aloud. "So telling Tharros that my daughter has taken interest in his right-hand man shouldn't cause any problems… at least, I hope not."He let out a long sigh, then suddenly remembered what had been bothering him earlier. There was something important he had been searching for since yesterday—he had looked all over the throne room, and now his chamber too, but it was nowhere to be found."I can't believe I might have lost something so important inside my own palace," he mumbled, rubbing his forehead.By the time dinner comes, he decided, he would ask Nasa if she had seen it. And when Tharros came to visit him again, he would bring up the
❤️ Love in the Shadow of Blood ❤️Queen Aurora walked over to where the council of elders from the Fae Kingdom were seated. They hadn’t left Ashland yet, and even though the arena was slowly emptying out, they remained there, still in shock. Their young king, the one they had all believed in, the one they had placed their hopes on to defeat the Emperor's warrior, was gone. Just like that. It didn’t feel real yet.“I’m sorry for your loss,” Queen Aurora said gently, standing before them. Her voice was calm, but there was a firmness to it. “I know this might not be the right time to say this, but I still need to ask. You are the elders. The ones who advise us, the Kings and Queens. Why didn’t any of you stop him from going up against the Emperor?”She paused for a moment, then continued. “Had he forgotten who Tharros is? The Emperor isn’t just powerful, he carries the blood, the power, and the spirit of all of us. Every species. All in one. Did your king forget that? You should have sto
❤️ The Nightweaver’s Dance ❤️“Dark fire against dark fire,” Vyrelen said, voice low but mocking as the flame that had hovered between them, the one that had waited patiently for Oberon’s command, began to fade and died, dissolving into the air like it had never been there.King Oberon was still frozen in place, his eyes wide, clearly not expecting Vyrelen to carry the same darkness he thought was his alone. Dark fire was a rare one from his ancestors and wig years of perfecting it, it became his strongest power.Recovering from the shock, Oberon forced a smirk and spoke through clenched teeth, “May the best of them win.”Vyrelen’s smirk widened. “Are you telling me that... or trying to encourage yourself?” With that, the flames in Vyrelen’s hair died out.Oberon’s expression twisted with fury. A low snarl rumbled from deep within his chest, and suddenly dark fire exploded from his palms. It wasn’t a calm flame, it was rage turned alive. The flames hissed with black embers, the heat s
❤️ The Fight for Her Hand Begins (4) ❤️King Oberon clenched his fists so tightly that the veins on his hands bulged, and without thinking, he slammed one of them down on the armrest of his seat. A loud crack split through the wood, drawing startled glances from a few nearby people, especially his elder of councils who are close to him. But no one dared speak. They all felt the fury rolling off him like heat from a wildfire.He was livid.Not just because he had lost, but because of how it happened. The fight he had put so much hope in, two warriors he had trusted with his reputation, his pride, his revenge, had ended in humiliation. The Cindercloak warrior, Legion, who once burned through battlefields without mercy, had fallen without Vyrelen even breaking a sweat. And the cursed spirit of Ashland, an ancient being said to hold the wrath of the land itself, was destroyed like it was made of sand, not stone.Oberon had thought at least one of them would wound Vyrelen. Just one injury.