All Chapters of The Chronicles of Wolves and Fire: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Pearl's palm skimmed along the smooth inking lines twirling down Kain’s arm, and a sinking feeling in her stomach told me he wasn’t real. Not even her dreams allow her to enjoy Kain’s forgotten touch. She wondered if she would ever forget what it felt like to love or trust him again. Even when she knew she shouldn't, Kain chose to follow the king’s order rather than let her escape without a problem. This was it. This was the moment that she ruined her life.And his.Was it because she was selfish? They were always friends. Friends with too much unspoken emotion between them. But right now, at this moment, they forgot that they were supposed to

"I've been going to that pub for days, watching you from far away. I have always left right after your set is done because I figured there was no way a guy like me would have a chance with someone as beautiful and gifted as you. It took me a long time to get the nerve just to sit where you could see me, and even longer to build up the nerve to talk to you.""Me? I'm just an ordinary, run-of-the mill person, there's nothing special about me." I was still pondering all this when he reached down and grabbed my chin, lifted it up, and kissed me.In that moment, I knew passion. I thought I had felt it before, but this was something that made me feel like I would die if this kiss ended right now. His lips were so hot they almost burned mine. His tongue sought mine in an earnest quest that let me know that he had thought about this moment for a long time. I felt my knees go weak and as if sensing that, he picked me up and carried me to the couch. He knelt and gently laid me down, as if I was

Dry Village Kain might be crazy, but he knows he was again in someone else's memory. Outside, the villager was still in conference. When they saw him, they all gathered at a distance and sent a small boy to him. The boy came near and informed him of a rewarding fortune that was kept for anyone who killed the feline on the loose. The one who rakes havoc in the Winterberg Village. It would be transferred to the individual immediately by the village chief, who was informed. Kain followed them all, dismissing all their glances and comments at his body, and entered the cottage of the chief, silly human, how could they not know about him being a predator? Pathetic, he thought as he felt a flicker of irritation for the foolish villager. The chief's cottage was more comfortable than the rest of the shacks. The chief came out and interviewed him. He was middle-aged and sported only a lazy white fabric below his waist, like the rest of the folks, except that he looked more sleek and neat. Th

  Kain knew there was something amiss with this dream and that someone was messing up with his consciousness. However, he succumbed to the lull of nothingness. Like it was his calling. Like he was supposed to look for someone. Dreaming again, Kain knew he wasn't in the native clan anymore, but he was so thirsty! His throat hurts, and he feels so hot and uncomfortable. With that thought, he opened his eyes.It was completely upright, possibly forty or fifty meters high. 'Where on earth am I?' Did he fall and hit his head? Or was he rock climbing again? Was he even dreaming? After a while, Kain sat up, then slowly stood. It didn't feel like he was injured at all, after all, who could have endured him? He was always a predator, never a prey. Yet he felt too exhausted, and he felt so thirsty! He was dying for some water. Kain walked along the base of the cliff for forty or fifty steps and was

Kain thought, he was in somebody's dream again or memory. That was a lesson hard to comprehend from the disappointments of the independence procedure. Too many recently freed serfs, slaves, and peasants died miserably and panned out back in the same main role, only under horrible conditions. Kain and the young boy, his assistants, oversaw them to the camp, which arose to be more outside of the village than he'd presumed.  They'd found a pleasant region, nonetheless, with a tidy running river to assist their water shortages. Most of the serfs appeared to be in good spirits, particularly if he completely dismissed those who seemed to be the regular whiners. Kain gets those who decline to be delighted, regardless of what he attempts. In this episode, they