Semua Bab A Queen Among Tempests: Bab 1 - Bab 8

I want you to think back to those nights when you were a child, lying in your bed as branches began to scratch at your window and the wind howled outside. Do you remember looking at the shadows in your room, only to realise that the longer you looked at them the more dangerous they appeared? Those branches suddenly began to look like the claws of a monster, scratching at your window looking for a way in. The shadows would begin to turn into ominous figures that looked as if they were moving closer. You’d lay there frozen, shutting your eyes tight as your heart pounded away, your body cold with dread as you felt danger all around. What if I told you that feeling was more than just a feeling?There are beings in this world – beings we call eyti, who were once human like you – corrupted and deformed by their own malice to the point they became the thing you feared as a child. They became the darkness; shadows that move, preying on everyone around them. Getting close to them is something

I stare at him in disbelief, the unpleasant image he painted of him getting “railed” by a sanguidae to the point of being broken and drained leaving an unpleasant taste in my mouth. “What it must be like to live inside your head,” I mutter, shaking my head.“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he smirks.“I really wouldn’t.”“Anyway, enough about me. How did patrols go?”“I took care of some eyti in Indonesia and then some in Australia.”“And I’m guessing you didn’t kill them,” he says in an almost accusatory tone.“I’m not going to kill them when now more than ever there is a chance to save them. Zarseti and Gabriella have a plan, and I don’t want to interfere with it. If there is a way to restore the eyti, I’m going to give them every chance to do so,” I say sternly.Ayawamat lets out a breath of frustration, again running his fingers through his hair. “Would be so much easier if we could just kill Azadou and be done with the eyti altogether,” he mutters, but I heard him clear as day.I sta

Sickened by the thought of infecting my senses by suffering through more human interactions, I transport myself back to my home – if one could call it that. I’ve never had a home, but I find the concept strange yet comforting. A dwelling of my own creation that separates me from all the earthly things I despise, while providing me with a sanctuary to do as I will, even rest should I find need of it.I chose to take up residence in a place called Hoia-Baciu, a forest in a land called Romania. Gullible and paranoid humans seem to believe this dark forest is haunted, and I suppose now it is. When I erected this home for myself I realised this was the first thing I had ever created of my own volition. Yes, I created the eyti but there’s not a single eyti in existence that I ever made intentionally. This place, however, was. I saw it in my mind then made it happen and have come to treasure this place in the short time I’ve resided here. I even feel quite protective of it, another emotion I

We exit the house and make our way onto the grass, my heels sinking into the dirt with each step I take. I focus on feeling the power within me take hold, and as a burst of electricity shoots through my body my human form is quickly replaced with my raitruum form along with my brother. I stretch out my thirty-foot-long wings, feeling the breeze between my feathers as I bring myself to my full fifteen-foot height. I feel my power and strength coursing through me like a livewire. In this form, everything is heightened. I hear beyond what I could in human form, smell scents I was completely unaware of and see up to five miles away.I look over at my brother as he flaps his wings, the bright gold of his feathers that fade into electric blue glowing majestically like they were being lit from within. In bird form, we are identical in every way but scent, so only certain beings can tell us apart. But since we tend to handle our duties solo to keep us spread out, that issue doesn’t come up mu