Lucian and Visenya enjoyed a few more blissful days on the island, thousands of miles away from the rest of the world, in their own little paradise. But when they finally returned home, Lucian found himself grappling with the weight of his intentions. He had longed to confess the truth about their
"No..." She wiggled the key forcefully, but it refused to turn... because it wasn't the right one. Frustration welled up within her as she pulled the key out, realizing she still had no entry. Contemplating whether she should break the damn door down, she placed her hand on the doorknob, channeling
"So... it's Visenya now, is it?" Her stare pierced through him, as sharp and deadly as ever. "Not dog? Or mutt? Or whore?!" Lucian squeezed his eyes shut, a breath of despair escaping from the depths of his soul. "What have you done?" She whispered, her gaze falling upon her chest. The tips of h
“Oatmeal again?” Synora griped over her breakfast. "I'm tired of eating this stupid oatmeal." “Well, I was going to go to the market this morning, but I can’t in this rain, can I? So, I guess you’ll just have to eat your stupid oatmeal… or starve," Caspian clapped back. “This storm is so strange,"
“I just want to know one thing,” Sarai pressed the matter. “How long do we have with you before he comes breaking down that door and drags you out of here?” “He won’t,” she looked up at her mother, her eyes filled with certainty. “Yes... he will,” Sarai argued. Visenya slammed her spoon down on t
Visenya stood at the foot of the majestic mountains, its peaks stretching high up into the heavens. Her steps were slow and wary, her hair was as untamed as the wild wind, and the crisp mountain air awakened all her senses. As she wandered the vast mountainous landscape, she stumbled upon a myster
"Trust me, mother... It's better for everyone if I keep it to myself," Visenya insisted, her voice tinged with sadness. “You can’t just bottle it all up, that’s not good for you,” Sarai probed. But it was good for everyone around her... it was safer that way. Visenya understood the risks she posed
"You can make a cake?" Synora asked, her curiosity piqued. "I've learned a thing or two," Visenya responded with a wink. "Can we make a chocolate cake?" Synora pleaded, her excitement evident. "With chocolate frosting?!" "Oh dear, that's a lot of chocolate. You'll be bouncing off the walls... Mot
Visenya chuckles at her daughter’s fierce declaration. “Well, you certainly are your father’s daughter,” she says, her eyes sparkling with pride and love for the fiery little girl before her. As a large crimson dragon soars into view, Catalina gasps with excitement, pointing eagerly to the sky. “He
In the enchanted garden of the Lycan Kingdom, Synora flitted among the vibrant blooms like a playful sprite, her laughter ringing out like tinkling bells. Butterflies, drawn to the riot of colors, fluttered gracefully around her, adding to the serenity of the ethereal atmosphere. Nearby, Visenya’s
Their lips part, and Lucian leans his head against hers, feeling his manhood already beginning to stiffen again, eager for another round of fervent lovemaking.“That’s probably the servants your mother said she would send over,” Lucian remarks, his voice tinged with reluctance. “Perhaps we should in
As the first rays of the morning sun stream through the window of their bedchamber, Lucian and Visenya found themselves consumed by an insatiable hunger for each other. Entwined in a passionate embrace, their bodies pulsated with desire. Visenya throws her head back, her melodic moans filling the ai
“You must taste the bitterness of their suffering,” Visenya’s voice dripped with a chilling potency. “A torment you and your council ruthlessly unleashed upon them. Let it sear your conscience like a branding iron, let it etch into your soul the pain you inflicted upon the innocents. You will carry
“They did what needed to be done,” she retorts, her voice steady despite the weight of her words. “To prevent you and the council from eradicating another species.”“The mages were evil,” he insists, conviction in his tone. “We couldn’t allow a unification ritual to take place. We couldn’t allow the
Mordecai stirred from his enforced slumber, his senses clouded by a disorienting haze. Clutching his head in agony, he fought to shake off the lingering effects of the gas that had kept him imprisoned. As he struggled to regain his bearings, his gaze fell upon Visenya, standing tall and resolute, a
“So, you’ve come to kill me? Go ahead! I’ve already lost everything that mattered to me in this world,” Mordecai’s voice resonates with bitter resignation.His adversary, her eyes ablaze with unyielding resolve, retorts with a cold fury, “Now you know how it feels. You’ve reveled in others’ sufferin
Caden’s pain was palpable, a raw, seething agony that tore through him, leaving behind a gaping void where his heart once beat. His cries of grief became a haunting melody to Mordecai’s ears, fueling the flames of his cruelty. Mordecai towered over him, casting a dark shadow of impending doom. Desp