Lucian was jolted awake not by a nightmare, but by a reality far more terrifying. The door flew open, and in the dim light of dawn, Ezra stood, his face a mask of sheer panic. “You must leave now—take my daughter and fly her far away from here!” He implored, his voice laced with urgency.Lucian shot
———Caden’s wings sliced through the cool dawn air with urgency as he made his way towards the temple. The peace of the early morning stood in stark contrast to the tension that thrummed through his veins, anticipation of the danger ahead looming.Without warning, an immense shadow emerged from the
“Perfect timing,” Mordecai’s voice exuded malice. “Looks like I’ll have the pleasure of killing your precious boy right in front of you. Then you will know the pain that you have inflicted upon me when you stole the life of my mate and kin!”“Trust me,” Caden said, his voice laden with grief. “I’ve
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
“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
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
“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
“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