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September 4 - September 7, 2025
“Do they have names?” I asked, fascinated. “Of course not. They are trees, Felisia,” Marigold said, shaking her head at me. “Oh, right,” I breathed. “So how does it all…work?” “Lots of grinding,” she said. “And my oak has a particular notch at just the right height for penetra-” “I think we should all respect Marigold’s privacy,” Ren said quickly. “But er, I’m happy for you.”
I can not!!
He might have backed off on you, Felisia, but him and his pride are more than happy to play with me like a weak little mouse.”
Lame ass Birdie
“Why am I last?” Birdie growled, but I couldn’t hear her anymore, a deep laugh falling from my chest as I rose to my feet and raised my free hand to cast magic.
Because youre annoying and weak
Birdie was my biggest concern of late. Every turn she took, she went a little further than before, wielding her magic secretly to lay traps for Isla and Cyrus so as not to draw suspicion on herself. I’d heard Cyrus’s screams when he’d fallen into a pool of quicksand that had not only sucked him down, but had seared the skin from his legs. Birdie had been so damn proud of how she had grown malum weed into the sand, the toxic leaves having poisoned Cyrus’s skin so badly that he had been in the Uranus Infirmary for a week. The same day she had poisoned him, Isla had gone missing on campus, and no
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Crazy bitch....
The soft padding of Birdie’s footfalls drew nearer, and I moved into position while Ren stepped up behind me. We’d practised this so many times yet as he placed his hands on my hips, it felt far more intimate than when we’d done it before in his apartment. His fingers lifted the edge of my shirt, the tips of them grazing my skin and sending a wave of heat rippling down my spine.
A fucking wendys
Ren was unmoving as he tumbled off of me, a huge spike of metal stuck in his side and blood soaking out across his white shirt. I screamed in horror, lunging at him and pulling the metal free from his side. I covered the wound with shaking hands, my magic latching onto his as I worked to heal him with everything I had to give.
Wtf
There was no obvious bulge beneath her clothes as she raised her hands at me, her upper lip curling back, and a demon in her eyes that spoke of the wand’s corruption. “With you all gone, no one else will know I have it. This power. This gift the stars offered me.”
Evil crazy bitch
She scrambled to get up and Ren sucked in a breath beneath me, his eyes finding mine, full of fear, like it was me who was the one laying in a pool of blood on the ground.
Oh god
No…why should I give it up when I had proved I was worthy of it? They had thought I was insane to attempt it, but here I was with the evidence of all I was capable of, and now they wanted to take it from me.
Its mineeee my precious vibes
I raised the wand, aiming it at the one who had hurt me most, who made my heart rip and tear like claws were slicing right through it. “No regrets. That’s what you said, wasn’t it Ren? You’ll leave on the next boat to anywhere the moment you get your chance. But what are you waiting for? You could have left but here you stand. Now I know why.”
Wtf omg
The power of the stones themselves would allow only Fae whose hearts and souls were uncorruptible to enter here, those they chose to guard them.
Holy shit what this says about the heirs alone
“We lay a trap, or multiple traps. One for each stone. Yes, that would be best.” Marigold nodded once. “Four containers, and a clever contraption within that is triggered whenever someone tries to take the stone out of it.”
I turned to look, finding four beautiful music boxes sitting on the table along the line of the scorch mark, each one engraved with a star sign linked to a Guild Stone.
“We are bound now, dear friends.” Wilbur looked between us ominously. “This here hollow is ours to protect. A fortress built of courage and gallantry.” He raised his hands, wielding the wood in the wall opposite and marking down four letters. “K for Kipling, I for Imai, N for Night, and G for Grus.” Wilbur jutted up his chin. “King’s Hollow this shall be, now and forevermore.” “That’s…actually pretty good,” I said in surprise.
Eeeee
“You’re going to forget I’m a legendary thief. You won’t be in awe of me anymore,” I said with a pout, and he lowered his mouth to mine, lips grazing and pressing, the heat of his powerful body flush to mine. “I was in awe of you long before you pocketed some pretty stones, Felisia Night.”
Queens didn’t serve, they were served.
Ren with the Sagittarius.
I am very interested in this box
And that wasn’t just any Dragon. It was a fucking Acrux.
Still just a dragon
“There’s only one way I could be wearing her face, Wilbur. The same reason you could wear the face of my sister,” Birdie spat, and horror rolled freely through me.
Fucking bitch
My old friend look crazed, her eyes bloodshot like she hadn’t slept in days and her face twitchy. “Can’t get it out, can I? And I’m not going in. But they never come back. One after the other, in they go, bye, bye, bye. But they never come out!” She pointed at me accusingly. “You. You can get it out, can’t you? Because you’re the one who made it.” She carefully picked up the music box by the base, holding it towards me and revealing a twirling ballerina within.
“Then…once she knew everything, I asked her to place it all in Birdie’s head. It was a big ask, and I didn’t even know if she could do it, but Basilisks can fuck with people’s minds really well, as we know, and she didn’t even have to think about it. She put it all right there in Birdie’s mind, but left all of you out of it.
“Whatever is in there, I suspect there is no coming back from it. Don’t go looking for death, Felisia Night.”
He raised his hand and cast a blindfold of woven leaves over my eyes. “Focus on how I feel. Do not forget me.”
Oh ok ren
“Now you can come,” he decided, sliding into me, the thickness of his length making me cry out as he stretched me.
Ok sir
He had me in a state of nirvana and I was his now and always, this moment bound by starlight itself.
Not just you but also hail and azriel lmao
Before he could turn and board the ship that would steal him from me for who knew how long, I slipped the Scorpio music box into his pocket, a token to remind him of me.
It began spinning on the floor, spitting out bones as they landed in the heaps of gold around them, and along with them, wailing souls poured into the air. The Veil snatched them away, their faces twisting into joy as they realised they were free at long last.
Omg yay
“Some long dead Fae who didn’t want anyone stealing his treasure,” Lance guessed with a shrug, then The Veil pulled us back and we didn’t resist, our fingers intertwining while I smiled at Lance’s assessment. Yes, something like that. But not a man. A legendary Lioness.
I wondered what suffering went on in there, what penance was demanded of those who found themselves within its barbed walls upon death. Would it be enough? Would the suffering awaiting my father there ever amount to enough to meet the cost of his malice and ambition?
Would love it
Roxanya Vega wouldn’t take no for an answer when she set her mind on something she wanted, and the stars themselves should be trembling at the thought of her wrath turning their way.
“Merissa visited with Gabriel. He thrashes in the Royal Seer’s Chamber, his brow furrowed with the destruction of his prophecy. He set your queen and the others on a path that is now destined to end in bloodshed.”
Holy shit
“Makes a difference from having to stand around with my cock out,” I muttered, taking in the strangeness of finding myself fully clothed without any effort at all. “The Veil provides.” Azriel nodded. “Thank the stars,” Hail added in an undertone. “Yes, thank the heavens that you didn’t have to see it and suffer the crippling inferiority complex brought on by the comparison,” I quipped, strolling towards my mother who drew me into her arms with a fearful gasp. “If you would like proof that no such thing is the case-” Hail began but Merissa waved him off. “You can enjoy a dick comparison with
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These two
“Hail and I have deep connections to The Palace of Souls,” Merissa explained. “We plan to head there and delve into the magic contained within the walls themselves, open pathways, hopefully steer them away from danger wherever we can while Azriel and Clara will attempt to rile the Nymphs who are stationed at the edge of the palace grounds.”
Are they the ones sealing up the palace?
“He…” Mom glanced at Hamish who took her hand and squeezed softly. “He sometimes thinks of me when he is torturing his prisoners. He selects women who remind him of me and punishes them for how easily I escaped him, hating that I stole away into death rather than let him capture and punish me the way he had wished to.” Rage tore through me so potently that I almost shifted, my grip tightening on the edge of the table so hard that it was a wonder the thing didn’t crack.
Lionel sucks so fucking much
Roxy’s head fell forward and she began to cry again, my presence as irrelevant as a gnat caught in a hurricane.
What a line
I blinked at it, shocked that I’d managed to affect it at all and quickly reached for it again, the songs scrolling beneath my touch, one name after another appearing, the device feeling my influence.
Lmao thats a little silly
hit play and Roxy sucked in a sharp breath, whirling around to look at her Atlas in surprise,
Ok so if you can do this why cant you type on it just like hey babe dont go to castle tonight bad news bears
I reached for the book and flipped the pages.
Dude! You should just write on paper if you can do all this
Or at a personal cost in the form of childhood memories which must be offered up in their entirety when claiming the soul from the confines of the Harrowed Gate.
Ok so once again his fault? Darius my dude
“Well?” he demanded, and I narrowed my eyes at his tone, but he knew far more about this place than I could hope to have learned in my short time here, so I gave him his answer.
Well Hail. He went be played her a song and flipped some pages in a book. Oh was he supposed to stop her from going??? Oops
“I can see why she picked you in the end, even if you had proven yourself to be a son of a bitch,” he said, his grip tight, smile as savage as his reputation. “When it comes down to it, you’d burn the entire fucking world to ash for a single smile from her lips, wouldn’t you?”
He moulded me into a villain and so that’s what I am. For her. For him. Damnation isn’t good enough for that piece of shit. And heroics aren’t good enough for her. So hand me the fuse, oh Savage King, because I’m ready to burn it all.”
Bonding!
Do you have anyone who you can think of who deserves total annihilation?”
I got a couple
A name with power like ours shouldn’t just be handed out at will. It is earned.” I glanced at him, noting the way he’d called the name ours and wondering if he’d intended to include me in that statement or not. I was a Vega now after all. “Have I earned it then?” I asked, unwilling to let that comment pass. Hail paused, his eyes rolling over me from head to toe, lips pursing. “I suppose we’ll see.”
“She’s using another piece of my treasure,” I grumbled, trying to push off the irritation I felt over her stealing from my hoard in favour of the thought of how it would help her, but it was fucking annoying. “I mean, surely there’s plenty of other crystals she could have found.
Grumpy lizard boy
“I once stole a medallion straight off of Lionel’s neck and tossed it in the lake at Zodiac Academy,” Hail commented. “Never thought I’d see anyone throw such a bitch fit again in my lifetime, but it looks like you might be hoping to claim that title.” “Fuck off,” I muttered, scowling at the enormous gates as we made it into their shadow. “That crystal is mine and she should know better.”
Lmao!
A figure approached, something about them familiar but before I could get a clear look at them, memories sprung up around me. Not memories of my own; these were seen through the eyes of a man who had long been an unwelcome presence in my life. Jenkins smiled to himself as he let himself into my room, shuffling over to my desk which was littered with toys and half scribbled drawings.
Oh this is perfect. Just what he deserves
“I remember this,” I growled, somehow knowing what he was going to do before he even did it, fury building in me as I watched that son of a bitch slip a gold coin from my Father’s hoard in amongst my own. The memory moved on and I was still watching Jenkins, his heart thumping excitedly, hands slick with perspiration and a sick thrill burning through him as my father found the coin and punched me so hard, he knocked me out.
Jesus christ! When darius was 6????
The first time Caleb had bitten me, my father had broken every single one of my ribs and I’d never known how he’d found out about it. Jenkins had been the one to tell him.
Oh my god
“Wait,” Jenkins rasped, but none of us were listening. “Reap justice from his unhallowed soul.” The creature faded to nothing before us, and I turned to Hail with a savage smile. “Let’s go help Roxy cheat death.”
Perfect choice Darius
