❤️ Forbidden Desire ❤️ "Have you seen what you’ve caused?" Nasa’s sharp, irritating voice broke through Nyxoria’s thoughts, dragging her back to reality. She and the others were up to their feet. Nyxoria turned to her cousin, raising an eyebrow in annoyance. "What are you talking about—" Before she could finish, Dika stepped in, gently placing a hand on her arm. "We should leave," Dika said softly, her tone firm but calm as she tried to guide Nyxoria toward the door. Nyxoria resisted, slipping out of Dika’s hold. "What did you say, Nasa?" she asked, her voice sharper now as her full attention locked on her cousin. Nasa let out a dramatic scoff, rolling her eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Don’t act clueless, Nyxoria," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "You’ve embarrassed all of us with your arrogance. The Emperor himself—" She paused, shaking her head in disbelief. "Do you even realize how much trouble you’ve caused? What if he decided to take down this Arcan
❤️ A Reluctant Submission ❤️Principal Archmiagus continued pacing the floor of his office, his heart pounding with anxiety. He had no idea how long he had been following Emperor Tharros’s orders, but he dared not stop. The Emperor’s sharp command still rang in his ears.He glanced at his chair once again, relieved to find Tharros no longer occupying it. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he finally stopped and slumped into the seat. His legs ached, and his mind raced. He couldn’t help but wonder how many times he’d need to pace in the future for Emperor Tharros.★★★By the end of the school day, Dika and Nyxoria exchanged their goodbyes before parting ways. Nyxoria made her way to the Arcane gate, where her horse, Penelope, was already waiting.Penelope neighed softly as Nyxoria approached, her elegant frame shining under the late afternoon sun. Stroking the mare’s mane, Nyxoria mounted her and began the journey back home. The day had drained her, and by the time she reached her ch
❤️ A Palace Of Secrets ❤️"Thank you, Nyxoria," King Vyr said, his voice warm with gratitude. "I know this isn’t something you want to do, but in this case, we have no choice." He added.Nyxoria sighed but nodded. "I understand, Uncle. Now, can I finish my food? Or is there someone else you want me to beg tomorrow?" she added, her tone dripping with sarcasm.King Vyr chuckled softly, shaking his head. "No, that’s all," he replied, turning his attention back to his plate.The dining room fell into a comfortable silence, broken only by the faint clinking of spoons and the occasional scrape of plates.Nyxoria finished her meal quickly, wiping her lips with a piece of clothes beside her plate before rising from her seat. "Thank you, Uncle. I’m full, and I’ll be heading to my chamber now. Good night."King Vyr nodded, offering her a kind smile. "Good night, my sweet pie. Rest well."Without another word, Nyxoria left the dining room, her footsteps echoing softly down the palace hallways as
❤️ A Palace Of Secrets (2) ❤️Nasa finished her meal in silence, her father’s last words lingering in her mind. The dinning room felt emptier with each passing minute, and though she tried to push the frustration aside, it clung to her like a shadow. After finishing the last bite, she rose quietly, her footsteps echoing in the still dining room, and retreated to her chambers. She slipped into bed, staring at the ceiling until her heavy thoughts eventually gave way to sleep. ★★The next morning, the palace grounds were alive with activity as the sun cast its golden light over the sprawling castle. Nyxoria was already out, her spirited mare, Penelope, galloping at full speed across the open large and long palace grounds.The guards, stationed around the grounds, exchanged wary glances, trying their best to stay out of her way. Penelope was known for her mischief, and no one wanted to be caught in her path. Despite their careful efforts, the horse seemed to delig
❤️ The Emperor's Gate ❤️Princess Nyxoria wasn’t surprised to see the guard and his horse riding alongside her. She pulled Penelope to a slow trot and turned her sharp gaze toward him, snorting in irritation."Why are you following me?" she demanded, her voice cutting through the quiet road. "And your answer better be good, or I’ll be removing your head from your neck," she added with a venomous edge. Then, muttering mostly to herself, she said, "I don’t fucking need a babysitter."The guard straightened in his saddle, trying his best to appear calm despite the way Nyxoria’s fiery gaze swept over him. "My princess," he began carefully, "the king asked me to follow you because… you might not know the way to the Emperor’s Castle."Nyxoria’s glare intensified as his words sank in. She opened her mouth, ready to fire back an insult, but then paused. As much as it annoyed her to admit it, the guard was right—she had no idea where the Emperor’s castle was.She let out an exaggerated sigh,
❤️ Ecstasy Of Revenge ❤️ Tharros sat on the edge of his bed, his elbows resting heavily on his knees, his face buried in his hands. The night had been a long and torturous one. Sleep had evaded him completely, replaced by a relentless storm of thoughts he couldn’t silence. Nyxoria. The name alone was enough to stoke the fire of his anger. He could feel it burning in his chest, the hatred bubbling just beneath the surface. How cruel could the Moon Goddess be? To bind him, the Emperor of Shadows, to someone he despised? She was everything he hated, and yet, she was meant to be his mate. His fists clenched, the muscles in his forearms flexing with the effort to contain his rage. I won’t love her. I can’t. I refuse to be shackled by this bond, he thought bitterly. But no matter how hard he tried to banish her from his mind, her image lingered, mocking him. A sharp knock on the door pulled him from his spiraling thoughts. His eyes snapped open, cold and sharp, as he stared at the door.
❤️ Ecstasy Of Revenge (2) ❤️ Tharros’s jaw tightened, and his hands curled into fists at his sides. He stared at her for a moment longer before nodding curtly. Without another word, he turned and left the great hall, his cloak billowing behind him as he strode back to his chambers. Nyxoria watched him leave, her gaze had lingered on the scars etched across his stomach. For reasons she couldn’t explain, a flicker of concern stirred within her. She quickly shook the feeling away. Why should I care about a man who clearly hates me? She thought to herself. She exhaled heavily, muttering to herself, "I’ve done my bit, Uncle." Turning on her heel, she made her way back to her horse. She climbed into the saddle and set off from the castle, the guard who had followed her trailing close behind. The ride back home was quiet, her mind spinning with unanswered questions and a lingering sense of unease. ★ "You should have killed her on the spot," one of the remaining Nightweavers said coldly,
❤️ The King's Secret ❤️The Nightweaver shook his head slowly, his expression unreadable but his black eyes glinting with something close to skepticism."I just hope you know what you’re doing, my Lord," he said, his voice flat but heavy with implication. His gaze lingered on Tharros, as if silently challenging him, daring him to prove otherwise.Tharros’s jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides as he tried to suppress the surge of irritation that rose within him. The Nightweaver’s emotionless stare, the subtle doubt behind his words, stoked the embers of his anger."I do know what I’m doing," Tharros said, his voice low but firm, each word laced with restrained fury. "I’m not some fool blindly chasing revenge. Every step I take is deliberate." He took a step closer to the Nightweaver, his eyes narrowing. "Don’t mistake my patience for weakness."The Nightweaver didn’t flinch, but the slightest twitch of his jaw betrayed his unease.Tharros took a deep breath, forcing himself
❤️ 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.
❤️ The Fight for Her Hand Begins (3)❤️"I should make a move? Did you not see what he just did to the Cindercloak warrior?" the spirit's voice echoed through King Oberon's mind, filled with hesitation. "You’re not blind, are you, my Lord? That man didn’t even lift a hand to win.""Are you defying me?" Oberon snapped back through their mind link, his fists clenching tightly on the armrest. His eyes stayed locked on the arena. "You made a promise to fight my opponent. And you know well, the Fae never go back on their word.""A promise is a promise," the spirit replied calmly. "I will fight. But you could’ve told me your opponent was Tharros." There was silence for a moment. "Fighting someone connected to him is not like you fighting a warrior."Oberon ignored the warning and returned his focus to the arena."The winner of this round goes to the Emperor’s warrior," High King Vyr’s voice rang across the silent crowd, breaking the tension. "According to the rules, the fight continues until
❤️ The Fight for Her Hand Begins (2)❤️Ashland:Ashland, the sacred battleground where Kings and Queens came to prove their strength, was packed with people. Each section was divided by species, the werewolves sat with their council of elders, King Vyr and Princess Nasa seated at the front. Next came the vampires with their queen, followed by the mermaid queen and her people, then the witch king, and more.Everyone was seated and was anticipating the fight that was about to happen, it was as if nearly every kingdom was present in Ashland. At the center of it all was the arena, a place where only one could walk away. A fight to the death.Tharros sat above the rest of the rulers, in a seat made for the Emperor. He had made sure seats were prepared for Nyxoria and her friend Dika. When they arrived, Vyrelen dropped Dika off before heading to the arena. Tharros made sure Nyxoria sat beside her. He turned his seat backwards which faced the arena and sat down.“You’re not watching the figh
❤️ The Fight for Her Hand Begins ❤️Early The Next Morning:Elyria Kingdom:King Vyr, who had fallen asleep in his throne room after another failed search, was woken up by his daughter, Nasa.“You didn’t sleep in your chamber, did you?” Nasa asked, helping him to his feet. “Something’s bothering you.”Taking his seat and nodding his head. "Yes, something is truly troubling me." King Vyr admitted."Whatever it is, it can wait," Nasa said which made Vyr to look up at her."It can't wait, Nasa. Don't you care about my feelings anymore? Or do you not realize I will die if I don't find it?" He asked."I am not saying it's not important, but I am saying whatever it is can wait because we have a fight to watch," Nasa said. "Everyone is talking about it in the Arcane, we have got to go." She added.It was as if someone poured cold water on Vyr's body and it drew him to what today is."Today is the day of the fight?" King Vyr asked standing up to his feet, the tiredness gone.Nasa nodded her h