All Chapters of Court Of Fae And Ruin: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I stepped outside the manor, the warm twilight air brushing against my skin as the sky above painted itself in deep shades of purple and gold. I scanned the courtyard, expecting to see some sign of a carriage or horse—anything that suggested we’d be traveling soon.Nothing.I turned back toward the door just as Valen appeared behind me, his usual smirk already tugging at the corner of his lips. “Looking for something?”“I don’t see a horse or carriage,” I said dryly, crossing my arms. “Unless we’re walking?”He chuckled, stepping down to join me. “No horses today, Red.”Before I could respond, the heavy wooden doors creaked open again, and Rhaenan stepped out into the fading light. My gaze immediately flickered to him, my eyebrows lifting in mild surprise. Gone was the formal, stoic fae I’d grown used to. In his place was a warrior—dressed in fitted leather armor that accentuated every powerful muscle, his tall frame looking like something straight out of a fae battalion. His boots we

"I thought you'd died." Edina rushed over to me the moment Adrian released his hold, her arms wrapping around me in a desperate, fluid embrace. Her warmth enveloped me, and I hugged her back just as tightly, our bodies pressing against each other as though we could keep the world at bay, if only for a moment. "I’m so glad you came back—unhurt. The beasts, or the Faeries... they didn’t hurt you."The hug lingered, our breathing synchronized as if afraid to let go too soon. When it finally ended, her fingers still clung to my arm like she wasn’t entirely convinced I was real."Why would they hurt me?" I asked, meeting her concerned gaze."Because they’re Faeries, and they despise humans?" Adrian chimed in with a shrug, his voice flat yet carrying the weight of a truth none of us could deny. He wasn’t asking, not really. He was reminding us.I exhaled slowly, already feeling the tension rise. "About the Faeries..." My grip on Edina’s arm tightened, grounding me. I didn’t know how to expl

Caelora’s fingers danced in the air, and the small ball of water hovering in her palm began to expand. It swirled and shimmered, catching the light like liquid silver. I held my breath as the ball grew larger, its surface rippling and distorting until it no longer looked like water at all but a perfect window into another world.The room dimmed, the only light now coming from the water sphere. I felt a chill in the air, as if a storm was brewing inside that small orb. My eyes were fixed on it, heart pounding in my chest. The sphere trembled for a moment, then settled, and the vision began to take shape.Within the orb, dark shadows spread across the landscape like spilled ink, seeping into every corner of Lyria and beyond. A desolate, forsaken land came into view, the vibrant greens and golds of the forests replaced by a sickly, grayish hue. The sky above was dark, choked with clouds, and from those clouds, the Algoths poured down like rain—more than I had ever imagined. Their twisted

The cool night air wrapped around me like a soothing balm as I stepped out into the gardens, leaving the weight of the dining hall behind. The stone path beneath my feet was still warm from the sun's rays earlier in the day, but now, the air was crisp with the first signs of autumn. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver glow over the sprawling garden, and the scent of jasmine clung to the breeze, mingling with the earthy aroma of damp soil and leaves. I inhaled deeply, trying to ease the tightness in my chest.I walked aimlessly for a few minutes, the soft rustling of leaves my only company. The garden was one of the few places I still found peace, its old oaks and flowering shrubs familiar and comforting. This was my second favorite place to be when I was younger besides sitting in my room reading books and journals. I was never prepared for the life we had moving to out old cabin home close to the woods. It felt like overnight, we had lost everything after mother died.

EDINA POVI sat in the drawing room, my fingers tracing absent patterns on the arm of the chair. The fire crackled in the hearth, its warmth barely enough to chase away the cold tension that had settled over everything since the dinner. That vision, the glimpse of war, of destruction—it haunted me. I could still see the flames licking at the sky, the screams echoing in my ears. The Faeries, their presence unsettling, and the way they spoke of it all, like it was just another game, another battle in their endless lives. And Rhaenan—his smug face flashed in my mind, that moment when he had come to take me as tribute, like I was some prize to be handed over.The door creaked open, and I stiffened. Speak of the devil. Rhaenan entered the room with that same cocky smile, his dark hair catching the glow of the firelight. His steps were light, almost predatory, and I couldn’t help but feel a chill run down my spine.“Well, well,” he drawled, his voice dripping with humor. “The lady of the ho