"They loved Lex's wild spirit more than my tamed one. Found him bathed in blood all too often for his age."Belladonna furrowed her eyebrows.At what age was it appropriate to be found bathed in blood? Blood!"Lex was a lot like my parents than I was. At a point," he chuckled, turning his gaze to her, "I almost started getting jealous, but," then he raised a finger up, "I could not hate my brother. I mean, he was my baby brother after all. I loved him. He made me happy. His presence, his laughter, his troubles, the way I would always have to clean up after his mess in the village when he would go barserk on the animals." He chuckled again, his eyes filled with warmth and absolute love. "I never complained. I took some of the blames of what he did, but like I said before, my parents knew who the psycho was." He looked back at the painting, folding his hands behind him. "At the end of the day, we are still family."Belladonna looked at the painting once again. What a happy family the
"I had not noticed it at first but each of them would always come to her every night, while we were in their little living room, by the fireplace. They would take her hand and lead her out through the door. They were all so kind to her, I did not suspect a thing."Belladonna could sense the rage that he was trying to hard to hide from his voice. Kestra must really mean a lot to him. That gave her mixed feelings.She was sure of one thing though, she felt horrible for Kestra. It explained more about her scars.She folded her arms across her, her face creased into a frown, her gaze planted on the floor, the color of which she couldn't even see since her focus wasn't on it.She shouldn't be feeling this way. It made no sense to."Kestra was good at hiding secrets. Even after I told her, everything about why I was in the forest, who I was and we had stayed tight friends for a whole month, she never told me about how her brothers used to abuse her sexually and physically. Till one night,
"Eli---""I will outline here." His words came out muffled, as he pressed gentle kisses along the crook of her neck. "And here," his fingers moved along her shoulder, up her neck, the rough leather grazing her skin, blood turning into fire in her veins. She bit her lips to restrain herself from making a sound but then his tongue flickered over that part of her neck and her arched her neck to him, tilting her head to the side. "Sadly," He pulled away, looking down at her, her hands holding her thighs, his grip tightening. "I am a terrible artist." He moved closer, his breath mingling with hers. "But I have other ways to appreciate the art that you are, when the time comes. Better ways, I promise you."His hand snaked into her hair, pulling it slowly, making her look right at him. He let out a gasp. "You intoxicate me, my Donna. More than the finest wine."Her hands glided up his robe, up to his neck, as she fought herself on her desire. It was strong. Consuming. But she had to b
"I have bored you with my family's histories, have I not?""You did not bore me.""It feels unfair that I did not ask of yours."She frowned, the book and that image drawn largely over it, blurring out, turning into a mere background as her mind moved to different thoughts from what was in front of her. All she could think about was how her family had been such a weakness to her, a vulnerable longing that the Bride Thief had easily used and almost gotten away with, if she had not been observant. Her mind centered around that lack and the emptiness fed her brain. She didn't want to think about it, so she wouldn't say."You already know.""There must be some that you would love to tell me personally?""No, Eli. I have nothing to say." She snapped, regretting it immediately. With clumsy hands, she pushed the book back on shelf, making it blend in with the others."I"m sorry. I just don't want to talk about them, they are not nice to remember.""That is alright." He took her hand, turni
Colin pulled the full basket of sweaters up in his arms, and walked out of the room. That was the last one.For Belladonna, it had been some days since she had started sewing and selling, Raquel had helped her pick a logo and so far, business had been working fine. In fact, it had been working great right from the very first day, which was something she had not expected but had happened anyway. "Ah, my Lady, I almost forgot." Raquel said, rushing back into the room. Panting lightly as she dropped a small palm size sack on the dressing table. "Coins from the sales, My Lady." Belladonna smiled, her gaze lingering on the small blue coin sack for only a moment before she stood up from the dressing chair, letting her body finally have a stretch. Raquel had been her happier self this days and Belladonna liked it. She hoped that whatever was making her happy would continue to make her happy. She liked to think that one of the reasons might have to do with Raquel's talk about her daughte
"How dare you?! You are such a liar.""And you've been nothing but a saint. Do you really think me stupid, that I will take off my necklace and have you do with me as you please." She folded her arms across her, standing straight."I am going through pain.""And that is exactly what I want. To punish you for everything you have done. You violated me, disrupted my thinking with your powers.""They were not even real. None of it. It was all an illusion." Then a slight pause. "Why would I even want to touch you. You are all undesirable humans!"Belladonna scoffed, her breath a little shaky with relief."I'm no use to you like this. Take off that stupid thing.""Lies! You are bound to your words by a bloodoath. Now shed your skin."A defeated sigh. "Fine."Everywhere went oddly quiet. The wave, still. The breeze, silent. The cold, slipping away. The only thing that seem to moved was the sand around the Bride Thief, moving up a grain after another, that glowed hot red like sparks of flame
Her hand stilled on her night robe, and she suppressed a smile that almost took over her face.A name.Eli had said anything would do and something about how the Bride Thief had said that, made her believe that he was telling the truth. Maybe this dream wasn't so useless after all."There must be some explanation behind this." His voice cut her out of train of thoughts, but he obviously wasn't talking to her, as the highest the tone of his voice went was something that she could barely hear. "It must be this realm. The human's mind is feeble. That must be the problem. Not me."She folded her arms across her before raising up a hand to her face and repeatedly clicking a finger against her lower lip."Can you describe how you look like." The clicking stopped, her finger resting there for a moment while she hummed, then folded her arms across her again. "I'm fighting the urge to imagine you as a broomstick.""A broomstick?!" He sounded horrified. "What nonsense. Look, human.""I would l
She felt a force over her, compelling her, with difficulty she fell to her knees, her eyes rolled up, leaving white in it's wake. The last thing she heard was a painful grunt, last thing she felt was the necklace burning against her chest, like it would melt away the flesh around it then carve itself into the bone beneath.When next she pried her eyes open, it wasn't to the darkness of the night by the beach neither was it to the Moon that had been glowing above her some moments ago. Instead, it was to the sunlight that peaked through the leaves of the trees above her and she had to shield her eyes to protect them from the penetrative rays of the yellow sun above.She couldn't possibly be in another illusion, he knew how that had ended last time. It hadn't been pretty, for him. So whatever she was seeing right now, she was sure she had just hit her head, that was all. Soon enough, she would wake up and it would be like this never happened.Belladonna took in a shaky breath, and subcon
“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