"You know her," Belladonna said quietly, observing his reaction. It had almost seemed like a question but at the same time, it wasn't."I don't think so. I can't recall who that is right now, that is, if I have even met her, My Lady."Belladonna looked at him through squinted eyes. He was talking too much. That was unlike him. Something was up. Colin was quick to recollect himself though. "Thank you for delivering this, My Lady."She wanted to linger on longer and probe at her suspicion but she knew Colin. Whenever he was determined to be tight-lipped, there would be nothing to get out of him. Not even a word. She would have had more luck with Raquel. Unfortunately, she was unstable, and even now, worse. There was also the fact that Eli might return anytime soon. She wouldn't want him to find her out of the room. Her heart skipped a beat at her next thought. Hopefully, he wasn't there already. "You are welcome. Extend my greetings to Raquel when she wakes up. Tell her I wi
Belladonna had been lucky to meet the study empty but that hadn't been for long. Right after she settled into her seat to focus on the letters of complaints to get something done before Eli would come, she heard a click in the keyhole and Eli walked into the room.He stormed in, closing the door firmly behind him and shutting it. Then he settled in his seat and tossed his mask on the table. Belladonna looked up from the scroll, there was a deep, long, scratch on the mask, cutting through the iron like it was made by a low, sharp claw.She froze in her seat when she saw that blood that stained his shirt, there were small patches of it around his chest and on his sleeves. "By Ignas, what happened?!" The words had slipped through her lips when she could finally move them. "That dragon." He gritted, pushing back in his seat. "Losing its mind."She stood up from her seat and went to him."Should I get the Physician?" She wouldn't know where to go if he agreed to that, but that had bee
He moved his hand from her waist and before she could fall slightly back from the release of pressure, they were on her thighs with a firm grip, the leather feeling of his gloves on her skin a little rough.With an instinctive need to clench her thighs, she straddled him even further and let out a shaky gasp as his fingers sunk against her flesh from how tight his grip had become. Her hand slipped from his face to meet his shoulder and gripped it, just as the second one was doing to his other. His skin was warm underneath her palm and they seemed to flex under her touch.She was giving herself a lot of speech in her head to put a stop to her actions, trying hard to deny the command to rock against him and get her orgasm that her body was sending to her. "Did you see the painting?" He asked, his voice normal like they were just sitting at the opposite sides of the desk, not the position they were in right now, and having the most normal discussion and not one about her nude painting.
She nodded, her mouth too heavy to move, her chest rising and falling as the air in the room caressed it lightly.She thrust her chest forward instinctively, wanting to feel him against her but he only pulled back and moved his hand over her back, through the opening that her opened zip had now created."And this?"Rejection burnt her and her arched back straightened up."It wasn't a part of the painting," she answered trying to summon her inner strength to get up from his thighs before her brain would become clouded with lust again and finally become mush, then she would stupidly offer herself to him only to meet his rejection. His rejection wasn't really her fear right now, she was scared of being desperate and having no shame if he turned her down."Maybe we need to do another one. Another painting where you would have to pose for me to get a better inspiration." He looked straight at her and she licked her lower lip, finding her will to stand, slipping from her.His hand moved lo
Her back pressed against the table faster than she had even processed the command, and her thighs inched apart with expectation. He slipped between her legs, the fabric of his pant brushing lightly against her inner thighs while he leaned down to her, his lips brushing lightly against hers in a lingering kiss, his body hovering against her, his heat engulfing them.His hand slip down her body, resting at her core and applying a bit of pressure as he had done before. Her hands slip around him, his muscles flexing beneath her touch, as she clung to him. He attempted to pull away from her lips and pressed his lips on other parts of her body, but she wasn't satisfied yet, so she pressed her lips against his, arching her body into his as much as she could, and his hand that was in between her thighs.His hand moved up to pry her away but she took the chance and pushed herself further against him, rutting against his hardened member. Gasps. Moans. Shut eyes.Her hands slipped into his
The growl was distant but it rumbled through her, rolling together with her worry and flowing freely through her veins.After Eli had left his study, Anok had come to get her a while later, and she had left with him to her room. Anok would usually stay outside her door but for the first hour of that period, he had stayed indoors with her. Eli must have so much trust in him.The growl had been quite loud then and she had pressured Anok to tell her what was going on, her heart raced with panic at what had to say, even more by the fact that he didn't know as much as she would have expected.It was very unusual for the dragon to break her chains and even go as far as knocking down a good part of the den's gate.She had heard that the chains were enchanted. She wondered if the need for a mate had been so strong that it pushed her to snap against magic. Maybe the need to find a mate for a dragon was just so strong that it couldn't be ignored, maybe it made them twice as feral as they alre
Belladonna had never been one to fancy blood, despite how much her mother had made her accustomed to it.Perhaps that was where her hatred for the color even steamed from. Although she liked to tell herself that she hated it because it clashed with the color of her eyes and made them ache, but what if there was more? What if it reminded her of every time her mother had caused her to bleed? What if some part of her found that color repulsive because it triggered memories she would love to believe that she had overcome? What if... She had never thought about it before, but after cleaning so much blood and having the metallic smell cling to the roof of her nose and her tongue to the point that she could almost taste it, the thought was crawling all over her mind.Lady Kestra had worked smoothly and the injured victims had stopped coming in a long time ago. Anok had gone to help them, although at first he didn't want to leave her side until Lady Kestra had stepped in, and assured him
The next morning was quiet and Belladonna wished that she could rip her hair out, when she found out that she had even slept.She had not planned to do that, she had planned to wait for Eli throughout the night, watch the door with the hope that he would step in through the wooden frame that was blocking her from the rest of the hallway.She had even planned to go down to the den herself if she waited enough and he didn't come back yet. She just had to be there for her Eli. Belladonna had planned to drug Anok, and find her way to the den. She didn't know how she would do that but she was certain she would figure it out on her way. All that plan and she had fallen asleep. Asleep!It had been barely for a couple of hours but she still hated that she had slept. Now, all her plans had been halted, and being no longer sleep deprived, she could see how stupid some of them were. She was quick to step into the bathroom and refresh herself. Anok had told her that she didn't need to help
“What is this?” Ny'ka asked, racing up to her feet.“The Stones of Prophecy. I already told you,” Ka'el replied, rising to his feet too. He groaned a little, his ribs hurting from the force that had tossed him aside.The stones had suddenly fallen to the ground, scattered; they were still glowing though. “I mean, what do they do?“I don't know!” There was a bit of panic in his voice, then he started to mumble to himself as he fell on his knees and started trying to collect the stones. “The King believes his daughter is in the Rebellion, and there are rumors of the Heir; he thinks they are working together.” He stopped and stared up at Ny'ka who watched him with a frown on her face. “That is why the Moon and the Sun came up in the sky because she is really here? But you said it didn't happen here, that it was from another Realm. It is from another realm, right? It isn’t true, Is it?”Ny'ka tried to grab one of the stones from Ka'el but it held it away from her. “Is his daughter truly
Then she felt like she was drowning and her words vanished from her lips. It felt like she was right in the lake and above it at the same time, hovering over the water and looking at the drowning child, while the drowning child looked back at her, struggling. Then she was finally in the baby and she could see Xinora floating over her as she felt herself dying in the baby — felt the baby dying. She saw Xinora stare right at her mother, who froze immediately like she had seen a ghost - it was what she looked like anyway, what she seemed to be. Then Belladonna felt the presence slam right into her immediately. Xinora had vanished and was now inside her as one being, the moment of her almost death creating the perfect space for Xinora to fit in. But just as Xinora had merged into her, she dissolved into the back of her mind like a mere pest fighting against a strong host. Her mother pulled her out of the water, her gaze blank and cold. Without a word, she wrapped her in a piece of clo
Trigger warning: Dealing with rape aftermath (from victim’s perspective) on page, and baby drowning on page. _________Belladonna paced the room. Two nights have passed since Alaris and her had discussed about Xinora. The Rebellion was healing, and she had sought out Ny'ka to help her with creating portals; although she knew that it might not work, just as it hadn't been working, but that was just how unpromising Channeling had been, and it had worked eventually. That wasn't the problem though. The thing was that Ny'ka was nowhere to be found. It didn't take long for her to figure out where she was.She was with Ka'el, most likely inquiring about their recent failure.Alaris had confirmed her suspicion, and here she was, in the room, trying not to drive herself mad with every single possibility that was crossing her mind.The Priest had drawn a tattoo on the top part of her chest, a little distance from her neck. He had smeared it with the blood of an animal, chanted some things th
Ny'ka went to Ka'el that night as the Heir had ordered, only to find out that he was with someone. Tsiri?What?What was she doing here? Why was she here? How long has she known about Ka'el? How did she get here?Why was she here?By Ina, what had she told him?!The White glow of the crescent moon above glimmered down on them through the shadows of the scanty leaves of the tall trees around them. The smile on Tsiri’s face was plain for Ny'ka to see, just as obvious as the doubt that dotted Ka’el’s eyes. What had she told him?!“Is it true?” Ka'el asked, his fist tightening around the small bag he had in his hand. She wondered what was in that bag but his next words made her aware of the greater problem she had before her. “Are you just fooling me?” He asked as his free hand anchored around Tsiri’s waist, making her smile widen. Disappointment flashed in Ny'ka's eyes and she frowned, blatantly ignoring Tsiri. “Fooling you? What nonsense are you talking about? And why are you with o
“Nightshade, do you have any memories of Jyris?”He was crouching in front of her. This room suddenly felt too small. Where was the air of ease?“No, except that he healed my ankle, gave me that gold ring that you tossed away and he was at the table with the King. Nothing else. I’m trying to but I don't remember anything else.” She wouldn't tell him about the strange feeling of familiarity she had when she had first seen him. That would be too dangerous. “You were in her dreams even when you weren't in captivity. So can you just go into people's dreams? Can you still do that?”“No. Her dream was the only one I could get into without being in captivity. But My freedom does come at a price. It was hard to lure the brides with my soul, and certainly, I prefer this freedom to that.”“Did killing her hurt you? Since the gems are supposed to be a pair.”“I struck her stomach.”“Why didn't you strike her in the heart or behead?”“I wanted to behead her and take her heart as my own; a litt
He heaved a sigh and sat next to her. “Well, it was after being King. I think the wars I had fought strengthened the connection with my gem; the lives I had taken fed it, and I dreamt of Xinora — well, she dreamt of me. It was the first time I would be in anyone's dreams.”Belladonna nodded, taking a mental note of that. “She was crying and lonely, and because the Gem perceived its master to be distressed, it sought a connection and found me. Xinora was terrified when we met; I was confused, too; it was strange. But then, I realized who she was and why I was there. At that time, I really wanted to come back here, to Vestros, but I knew it wasn’t time, I wasn't powerful enough back then.” He paused, before he continued. “The White King would kill me easily, but being in her dreams was like fate being on my side. She was the only weapon that could be used to kill me—”The only weapon?“Wait. Only a Bearer can kill a Bearer?”“Yes.” “So,” she turned to him squarely so she wouldn't mi
“And you didn't tell me? Why?”“It was over two centuries ago.” He stood up. “She stayed dead during those times, why would I think anything would come out of her now?”Belladonna said nothing and Alaris continued. “With you, I believed she had already been replaced. A new Master, her time was over, gone. The gems will always have their masters, I have discovered. At first, I was worried, but then you proved to be more than one with a mere link.”“I had visions of her. I told you everything.”He shrugged. “I thought it was just her lingering presence since she was the one who was connected to the gem before you. They are just mere visions, they don't suggest a powerful presence to get bothered about.”“You must be joking,” she stated, flabbergasted. “I had dreams of her every time and nothing ever really happened as a result,” he replied with a dismissive tone.“You know that is not true.”“Nothing “real” ever really happened.”With a realization, she stood up. “You are doing it aga
It felt compelling to desire more, it felt right… yet it didn't.Alaris pulled away being the first one to snap back from the spark pulling them together. “I’m sorry, I shouldn't have done that.” He was gone in a flash, leaving her flustered. She couldn't think; the foreign and overpowering feeling was a driving force that sent her out of the room to go after him. She did, reaching the surface, however, and feeling the warm glow of the moon on her skin. Something else seemed to have possessed her, and she went towards the lake instead, strangely seeking the comforting feeling of the water and the floating relief. The reflection of the full moon was cast over the still water and the trees seemed to create a path for her. She walked into the water as a shadow warrior emerged from behind her; the only one of Alaris' shadow warriors that wasn't killed. It swiftly moved into the water, reaching out to pull her back but she turned sharply to it. “Go Back!” She ordered, her voice a gr
Breathing heavily, he turned back to her. “I’m sorry— I just— I was afraid that you’ll shift—”“I have been terrified that this day would come but I thought I was stronger, as strong as I was in your Realm. I knew I would be lacking the moment I saw that annoying thing healing your ankle with his flames,” he laughed, the sound dry of humour as he swept his hand over his hair, pushing it back. “At that moment, I knew there were many things that I lacked, many skills, so many things. I might have been a King there but here, I am like a child. I’m not better than any of those dragon shifters. I’m useless.” “You are not.”With a huff, he sat down next to her, feeling exhausted. “My pretense to know what I am doing can no longer save me. I’m fighting a lost war, Nightshade and you can see it.”He turned to her, to find her shaking her head. “Don't lie to me.”“I’m not.”“Alaris—”“Don't try to inspire me, it won't work.” “I wasn't trying to inspire you, I just want to tell you how disap