‘The physical form will fall apart!’‘We cannot let that happen! Ezra has finally become someone worthy of being my son! Starsoul, save him,’ Deimos ordered my mother, but she wasn’t listening.Her eyes were fixed on Ezra. She was sweating and trembling as though some voice in her head haunted her,
[Xanthea]All the information about the generational curses in my mother’s knowledge and memories flooded my mind.My eyes leafed through the pages of the books and diaries.“Generational curses feed on the existence of the affected immortal. The stronger the immortal it consumes, the more malignant
“You know all the right answers, still you choose the one that’s convenient for you,” he said with a chuckle.My nails dug into my palm, biting into my skin as I tightened my fists.“Unfortunately, I can’t choose what’s convenient for me, love. And I can’t let you, my wife, choose what’s less painfu
“Our kids are the backups to stop the curse. Even if it doesn’t end with us, it’ll end with them,” he said matter-of-factly, his tone devoid of the gravity his words carried.“But that still doesn’t solve anything,” I said.“I know,” he said. “The kids will be weak. While they wouldn’t feed the curs
[Xanthea]A shroud of darkness enveloped me as his wings wrapped around us in an embrace that had never felt so hollow and full at the same time.My entire existence had abruptly been reduced to a body.My body felt alien. A hollow shell that carried my mother’s sins in every fiber. I wanted to rip
Electric sparks ignited beneath my skin at his touch, as though my body were the black, blank night sky and he was the moon, the stars, the clouds and everything cosmic.When his lips finally met mine, a weak smile quivered on my face as tears traced warm paths down my cheeks, every inch of my body
The distance between us was nothing, yet I kept my head low. Not because his aura had turned heavier, nor because I could feel his gaze searing into my soul, but because I was terrified. Terrified that this time, when I looked into his eyes, I would see the love I had only dreamt of.After a long mo
“Asher…” I whimpered, unsure if I wanted him to stop his steps or words.“I am used to being invisible to everyone around me, but not you. Please, not you,” he begged, his voice raw as he fought to keep his composure.I shut my eyes, covering my face with my hands, hoping to gather myself, but I end
I hesitated, my breath stuttering, before I whispered, “Y-yes…”“Then I promise you, your villain will fuck you better than any hero ever did. Fuck love stories. Who wants to hear fake ‘I love yous’ when ‘I hate yous’ are so much more sincere and passionate? Right, wife?”He glared at me, withdrawin
My breath stalled in my lungs, racing as violently as the pulse pounding against his shadow restraints.I tried to move, but his shadows kept me pinned to the bed. Their icy tendrils slithered over my skin, swirling and tightening around my wrists, ankles, and throat, leaving a trail of feverish shi
[Xanthea]A thousand thoughts raced through my mind in an instant as his silence grew heavy with an unspoken warning. A warning cautioning me to stay as far away from him as possible.A crippling gravity radiated from Asher with a force that sent a sudden, inexplicable weakness through my knees.The
I could feel the disturbing possessiveness radiating from her, turning me on for some darkly fucked up reasons.Why?Why now, Xanthea?Why did you say these words now of all time?Why now when you don’t mean them — when I can’t accept them?I tried to break free, to step away, but she held me tighte
She blushed, lowering her gaze shyly as she wiped off her tears, taking deep breaths.“If you had to punish me… you would have isolated me in your dark room, not here, where I am surrounded by your comforting scent every second.”She chuckled, licking tears off her lips as she shook her head.“No. E
My legs grew heavier as I neared the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar; the room buried in darkness and a biting cold silence.Shards cracked beneath my shoes as I entered. Xanthea knelt in the center of the room, her head held low, her figure a shadow against the towering windows that framed the
[Asher]The numbers on the screen of the laptop before my eyes blurred into meaningless shapes. The voice of my cabinet members sitting around the round table faded into a distant noise.I was supposed to focus on the budget plan, the foundation for the pack’s next financial year — a matter of irref
“And… what about… Xanthea?” Nesryn asked cautiously.“What about her?”“The way she went against the demon lords, and then Ezra relapsed… I know her actions won’t go unpunished. But… she was unconscious for three days straight. She woke up only two days ago. Asher, she’s mortal. She can’t survive lo
And Raven knew it better than any of us. The potion wasn’t as effective as Raven had expected. If the healing went on at this speed, it would take Ezra months to regain consciousness.The tension on Raven’s face said that there were several other complications in the treatment that only a healer cou