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Harvesting Fire
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Hi all, This is the end for now. The second book can now be found on the app. If you have finished this one and would like to read on, it is called Spyrit Study. I hope you have enjoyed this book and please leave a comment, review or vote. Love, Ax
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Spyrit Magic Changes
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Spyrit Magic The Master Magicians
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Spyrit Magic True Mates
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Spyrit Magic Memories
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Spyrit Magic Midnight
This was how Blake found me, curled in a ball, my body covered in sweat and tears as I tried to fight against the invisible enemy of my own torturous nightmares and fears.He picked me up gently and took my back to the room, his warmth enveloping my body. No questions seemed to want to escape his lips and for that I was grateful. I was not ready for his torturous thoughts. His mouth was a tight line as he watched me eat the food he had placed in the room.I played with it mostly, swirling the mixture around and around as it steamed away, giving off a pleasant scent. I would eat some every now and then so I had a reason to not look at Blake, but by the time he asked, I was only half way through and it was starting to get cold.“What was that about?” he asked suddenly, his tone deathly serious. He cut into my thoughts, distracting me from my stirring.I stuffed a piece of bread in my mouth to avoid his question but his face darkened.&ldq
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Spyrit Magic Harvesting Fire
When I woke, I found myself back in same room as before the ceremony. I was sprawled on the bed, my dress gone and replaced with a pair of slacks and a crisp white shirt. I moved to press my hand to my thumping head and a large, white bandage caught my eyes, making me jump. Someone had bandaged the cut on my palm. A sound caught my attention. I lifted my head slowly and finally noticed Deakin sitting silently next to me, his head buried in his hands. “Deakin?” I whispered, my voice so soft I didn’t think he would hear me. His head jerked up at the sound of my voice, his face tense and strained. He was instantly by my side, his eyes concerned. “Tynan requests your presence immediately for council,” Deakin uttered softly as if he were completely lifeless, his voice distant and cold. I groaned inwardly knowing that I could no longer refuse him – I was bound to him, forever. As the words crossed my mind the enormity of the situation sunk in, and I suddenly felt like I was drowning.
Spyrit Magic Giving In to Darkness
I remained silent as the maids primped and prepped me for the ceremony. Their hands deftly worked their way through my hair, untangling the knotted mess it had become, and creating a delicately, intricate style that appeared to look like rope along my spine. At one point, one of them shoved a small cup of warm liquid in my hands, hurrying my to drink it. “What is it?” I croaked, sniffing at the drink. It didn’t smell appetising at all. The maids exchanged a look, and the oldest one rose her brow at me. “It is to flush your body of seed,” she said tersely. “So tou do not become with child.” Horror must have filled my face because she gave me an apologetic look before pushing the cup in my direction again. “Best drink it fast, it doesn’t taste the best.” I downed the liquid quickly, my throat gagging on the taste and swallowed as much as I could. It tasted like a mixture of dirt and grass, but I was glad for it. I didn’t want to become pregnant with Kainen’s child. He hadn’t exactl
Spyrit Magic You Are My Everything
I had been disgraced, again, but this time I didn’t play any part in the decision. It made my stomach churn with such force that I vomited. I was careful to not be sick on myself. I didn’t need to feel any more unclean than I already did. Kainen was just a vindictive, evil creature that sought to destroy my world and everything that I cared for. A puppet for his Master, just like the rest of them. One of them had finally gone past that line and snapped it clean in half. I sought refuge in my mind and in my dreams, which jumbled together as I dove in and out of consciousness. I found myself spending more and more time reliving the moments I had spent with Deakin, who I thought was Blake, in that twisted but yet beautiful moment. Also, Amber’s thoughts on Deakin kept creeping into my mind, in particular her haunting words, which named him as Chained Man. I had no idea what that meant and for some reason my mind retreated to those memories, neither of which were too pleasant. But even
Spyrit Magic Disgraced
*WARNING - TORTURE AND RAPE CONTENT AHEAD. PLEASE ME MINDFUL OF WELLBEING WHEN READING* I lay still in the middle of the familiar table, my arms and legs bound to the edges so I was splayed across it. There was some kind of power holding me still; other than the immense power of my fear of course, but it was strong, stronger than anything else I had ever felt before. I closed my eyes and willed it all to be a dream, for the terrifying things around me to just drift away from me, to fall away into the nothingness of a nightmare. At least I could wake up from that and know - know it was all a dream. That it would end when my eyes opened, when the dream hit the wall that was reality. But this was my reality, a mixture of death and deceit; betrayal and lies. I could smell it even with my eyes closed, the fresh stench of death. I tried to rid myself of the reality, to enter a dream that was infinitely better. I retched, unable to stand the smell and opened my eyes to see them. Darius and
Spyrit Magic The Beginning of the End
The cold was beginning to creep in and settle under my skin. The cold and the fear were my only companion for hours on end. I now knew Tynan’s tactic. He was going to leave me alone and stranded until the misery and despair overtook all other emotions. At that point, I was going to be his pawn. But I wasn’t going to let that happen. After Kenai’s death, a wave of alien emotions had overtaken my body. I lay huddled up in a corner of my cell, fluxing between fits of rage and frustration to bouts of tears and overwhelming sadness. There was a continuous aching hole in my stomach that no food or water could fill. I ate when I was giving the luxury, but otherwise I lay there, drowning in my own emotions. I was also struggling to see. My eyesight kept changing colour and strong hues blended together. Sometimes it was blurry and all I could see was bright colours, but other times my eyesight was crystal clear. I gave up trying to come up with ways to escape. I forgot to even practice pro
Spyrit Magic Revelations
“Kenai,” I groaned in agony, a deep sadness burning in my heart. I cradled his head in my arms, listening to the struggling gasps as he fought to get some air. Panic forced my heart to begin beating hard within my chest. If Kenai was here, where was Jax and Tori? Had they been captured too?“Do not give in,” he begged quickly into my ear, as the brute Kainen grabbed my wrist roughly and dragged me away. He held onto me as I fought hard to escape, but my lack of energy soon had me motionless, tears streaming down my face.“No one has called me that for a long time, old man,” Dark Eyes said slowly, his tone dangerous. He stood up from his chair and looked down Kenai, a look of victory plastered on his face. “I am no longer Tynan, but their Master, just as you were once mine. Except… well, I deserve the title, where you did not.”Tynan flicked a finger towards Kenai and he was lifted up off the ground so he hung just above it. Floating in the now still air, his toes almost scraped the plu
Spyrit Magic Threats
When I awoke this time, I was lying on a hard floor, but no chains held me to the ground. I moved my aching arms and felt the smooth touch of the carpet underneath my fingertips. My mind blanched. Carpet? Where was I? Turning my neck to look, I instantly regretted it. My head thumped painfully, and searing shots of light flashed through my mind. It seemed Nyssa had put a lot of her energy into hurting me. Surprise, surprise! After all, I knew she hated me. The pain that throbbed in my head was evidence to that. But why? Had they already gotten to her? Footsteps alerted me to an approaching presence and the door creaked open. A soft swishing sound followed the footsteps that stopped by my head. A voice whispered in my ear and chills ran down my spine at her cruel words. Nyssa was taunting me, teasing me. She entered my open mind easily now that I was under the influence of the venom and Deakin’s magic and probed through my thoughts and memories again. I was forced to relive them rig
Spyrit Magic Damaged Goods
A cool, wet cloth on my skin woke me jarringly from my sleep, and I recoiled in fear. Darkness filled my vision as I waited for my eyes to grow accustomed to the limited light. My fists were clenched against my legs, ready to react. I was cowering in the corner of the dark cell, my body tight and sore. My limbs refused to move as cramp locked down hard on each muscle sending searing pain through me. After I had passed out from the torture session with Deakin, it seemed someone had moved me to a smaller prison cell than my last, with only one large steel door as the only entry and exit. A small, white gown covered the wounds on my stomach but the cuts on my arms were visible. The red, raw puckered slashes were oozing, as the shrouded person gently washed away the dried blood that was caked on my skin. I looked away, disgusted by the sight of my own body. I was disfigured and ugly. I was damaged goods. I looked up into their face and saw the bright, blue eyes. My stomach tightened as
Spyrit Magic Torture
*WARNING - DARK CONTENT AHEAD. THIS MAY BE A TRIGGER FOR VICTIMS OF ABUSE* “Strip her and tie her to the table,” the voice instructed, a sense of enjoyment coating her words. The voice seemed somewhat familiar, but the silver mystery venom and Deakin’s magic dulled my mind too much for me to focus on that one thought. I whimpered as Deakin did as he was told and pulled off my clothing, one piece at a time, his eyes never focussing on my face or on my body, but a spot just above my shoulder. At least he left my undergarments on. Rage and fear burned in my throat at his cowardice as he clamped restraints around my wrists and ankles, leaving me completely exposed but still refusing to look at the body he was revealing. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it before. My anger still seethed at his actions, somewhat more dulled than they normally would be. More than anything though, I felt the overwhelming shame that I had not noticed the difference. Blake never would have been so forward, nor w
