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October 12 - October 28, 2025
They weren’t on each other’s side. They were just three powerful caged predators, snapping and snarling at each other.
“See you on the other side. Be careful, your grace,” I said with a jaunty salute. She didn’t turn around, but held up her middle finger as she walked out the door.
“Both of you act like the world cursed you to be the realm’s biggest dicks, but did you ever think that maybe no one wants to be around you because you pushed people away in the worst way? You’re alone, not because the world hates you… Wait, actually, it might be for that, but I think it’s more. You don’t change. This bond had to be forced between you three for there to be even an attempt. I pity you both. I’d hate to die alone like that with no one around you who’d truly care because you have given them no reason to. What a waste,” I said, crossing my arms. “I may be Ig’Morruthen like you,
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Milani’s father had taught her that the only thing that mattered was power, and she had learned well. Their family motto had always been power above all.
Milani was intelligent, but not skilled in manipulation or tactics, and she was anything but subtle. Her strengths lay in science. She mixed compounds, created deadly poisons, and had created those damn sonic weapons that brought both gods and monsters to their knees.
“Love me?” I tossed him a quick smile as we turned a corner. I knew he did, and I adored our friendship and all it had become. Despite the disembowelment, we had grown close. “I know, and I love you, too.
“It’s Dianna, actually.” I smiled back. “Or, please don’t burn me alive, depending on who you ask.”
Yet all I’d had to do to get her to tell me everything was to mock her until I pissed her off. Checkmate.
He answers to one queen, and you are not
She had not just come to my rescue, but to make a statement. The rightful queen had returned to these realms and, with her reign, they would either kneel or they would burn. Gods above and below, I fucking loved that woman.
But I am sorry, Samkiel. If I have to put you above the world, your crown, and what they demand of us, then so fucking be it. I will let it all burn, Samkiel, and I mean that. You may be their champion, but I am your sword and shield as much as you are mine.”
you are more than memories, akrai. You are more than flesh and blood to me. You have imprinted on my very soul. My heart beats for you. I breathe for you, and there is no force, no magic in this world that could erase you from me.
No one to receive your jealousy or spark it. You are and will always be the ruin of me.”
“Magic or not, I love you more than anything in this life or the next.” My heart stuttered as our bond flared with emotion, hitting me like a strike of lightning. I felt a shattered piece of her heart mend, the force of it rocking me. It felt like my words had healed a damaged, fractured part of her I hadn’t realized had been a bleeding, gaping wound.
He tossed his arms up in disgust. “The world around us is on fire, and you two are shoving your tongues down each other’s throats. I’m honestly not the least bit shocked.” Dianna smiles at him before popping me on my shoulder. “It’s his fault! He keeps saying pretty words and distracting me,” she hissed. Cameron rolled his eyes, shaking his head like a disappointed parent. “Take some responsibility here, Dianna. My gods.”
Dianna was my queen. If anyone disrespected her, they disrespected me, meaning they would be met with the consequences if they abused their power. I was the consequences. My lips thinned as I felt a familiar power nearby, hopping from ship to ship. I had one last thing I needed to take care of.
“I know I am. I am right because you think you feel the same way about her as I do. But you don’t love her. Not as I do. You don’t do what you have done to her, take what you have, and say it’s love. That’s not love.”
Dianna does that. She shows up, and gods above and below, she refuses to leave, to give up. She is light,
“Do you think I want these feelings? By all means, Brother, cut them from my chest. Carve out the heart that still beats only for her. I beg of thee.” I said nothing. I did nothing. Just held that blade there. “I know she is yours,” he said finally. “I know that. Everyone does. It was written in the fucking stars. I just thought I could defy them. I can’t, and I don’t want to anymore. You win, Samkiel.”
“Admit the truth? Monsters are fine with you as long as it is the right monster, but what’s the difference between Dianna’s rage and ours? Would she not do the same to protect her family? You?”
“Not pity, but a fraction of understanding. Once again, I am begging you to let Isaiah have the life and freedom our father denied us. I am damned and far past the point of gaining any forgiveness. I deserve that, I do, but he doesn’t. Take my life again and let that be payment for his. I am not asking for a way out for me. It’s too late, and I have accepted what happens afterward, but I’d beg for him. He deserves a chance.”
For every win I gained, I suffered a loss at the hands of this wretched bitch. As long as Ayla lived, my reign would not.
We were not two sides of the same coin, but the same side. I hadn’t realized how alone I felt all those years until I met Vincent.
I knew that feeling so well, of finally finding a place you could call your own, a place you could call home. My chest swelled, knowing Gabby would have loved this. In her name, in his and mine, I would die protecting it.
Isaiah hid it behind a false bravado, but once he loved, it was until death, no matter what they said or did to him. It was a flaw I knew might be his downfall.
“Well, you sure know how to flatter a girl.” Her eyes cut to Isaiah. “Unlike your brother.” I couldn’t keep the smirk from my lips. I did not come here for flirting, yet it seemed that was her native tongue, and I would be lying if I said it wasn’t both flattering and fun.
“See, Reggie?” I playfully slapped his shoulder. “And you say we never take you anywhere nice.” “I am truly spoiled,” Reggie said blandly. Samkiel chuckled.
Reggie nodded and looked at me. “Be careful.” “Careful is my middle name,” I said, tossing him a wink. Samkiel made a noise in his throat
Nismera wasn't just a god. She was half Ig'Morruthen,
