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“They were messengers of the dead, believed to have been the beloved pets of the Death Goddess. Sizeable raptors with teeth and claws designed for tearing flesh.
OP
“They were mortals who once occupied this land,” Dolion prattled on. “Lived in this castle.” “Mortals haven’t existed in Aethyria as long as the Umbravale has existed.” “You’re wrong. History is wrong. Centuries ago, well before my time, they existed here. On these lands. Those with no power. No blood magic.”
“The silver markings on that stone are unique to the Corvikae, who were known to worship the Goddess of Death. The very ichor that ran through her veins, ran through the veins of the Corvi people.”
the mortal I sent you after may be the first, or the last, of the Corvikae bloodline. She may carry the blood of the death goddess.
black mask with metallic embellishments covered the lower half of his face, but even with his disguise, I recognized him.
“You,” I whispered. “You …. I’ve seen you. You were in my room.”
Close to seven feet tall, by my estimates.
AIGHT
“Zevander,” I echoed. “I’m Maevyth.”
“The Carnificans? Vicious, pale as the fallen snow, emaciated, precisely your type.”
Timothee Chalamet
can you imagine the utter chaos? To desire the flesh and blood of another so … violently? It’s almost macabrely romantic.”
Zevander’s flame reached out, as if drawn to her somehow. Snarling, he pulled it back into himself.
Side eye
Although he wore the same mask as he had the last time I’d seen him, the hood of his cloak had been lowered away from his face, showing hair as black as mine curled at the nape of his neck. Finger-raked back from his face, with a few strands reaching his brow, it gave him a rugged, disheveled appearance.
Aha
I’d forgotten how deep that voice was, or how easily it sent a shiver over my skin.
I’m the fucking empath who killed those men. For you.”
Massive arms plowed into the soft mattress at either side of my head, as he caged me beneath him, and to my horror, he gathered my flailing
Op
“Good. Her scent has become absolutely repulsive.” Acids shot up into his throat, and Zevander realized the Nilmirth still hadn’t entirely left his system.
HAAAAA
You are the one person most equipped to train her, as you did not acquire the powers of sablefyre by blood.”
TRAIN HER
Since the night he’d snuck into the girl’s room with every intent to kill her, she’d roused a maddening plague on his mind.
Oh to be a maddening plague on his mind
“You brought me to his bedroom …” I retracted my hand, suddenly aware that I was touching the very place where Zevander slept.
BOOK SHAKA LAKAAAA
An image of ethereal beings adorned the ceiling, like angels, with strange silver markings on their skin that glowed against the backdrop of two bright moons and stars.
Silver markings???
“The Lunadei. Moon gods.”
“Rykaia …” he grumbled, his fist tighter than before. Still, he held his hand over his jaw, as if to hide his face, and I realized he was as flustered as I was right then.
HEHEHE
“You used my soap.” The comment yanked me from my thoughts to see his gaze shifted, presumably to the unused bar that Rykaia had supplied, and back to me.
HIS. SCENT.
“I did not mean to put my hand to your throat,” he said, the calm in his voice catching me off guard.
Oh GOD hes SOFT
In the absolute absence of thought, I found myself staring at his broad shoulders, my mind wandering to what he must’ve looked like without his shirt.
Word
“You have a nice back.” The words tumbled haphazardly from my lips, and I slapped my hand to my mouth far too late to contain them.
LMFAO ME WITH MY HAND ON MY FACE RN
His gaze trailed over me, and whatever thoughts passed through his mind had his hands balled into tight fists again.
There was something dangerously seductive about him, leaving me feeling too warm beneath the tunic. A deadly allure, fitting for the kind of man who could whisper honeyed words in your ear as he ran a blade through your heart.
“I don’t house prisoners, Lunamiszka.”
A NICKNAME
And what in seven hells is Lunamiszka?” He snorted. “A language you apparently don’t speak, for once.”
A flick of his fingers dragged my attention to his rough and scarred hand outstretched toward me. Markings on his skin held the faint outline of strange shapes, and I wondered if they were the glyphs.
I couldn’t stop myself. It seemed every inch of him had been carved by God–even his damned ass.
God bless america
“Perhaps you should walk alongside me, unless you insist on staring at my ass the whole way.”
SFJSNEHDKA
“Perhaps you shouldn’t walk like you’ve got two snapping turtles attached to your ass.”
WTF IS THAT COMEBACK SKHDSBHD
I’d have sooner slept in a potato sack, had I been given the choice.” “You’re welcome to remove it, if you’d like.”
“My point is, I will never fall to my knees for you, or any man, in case that was your expectation.” “Never said it was.” He gave a quick glance over his shoulder. “I simply said I’d like to see it.”
THIS MAN BRO
When I finally lay back on the pillow, I forced my mind to think of something else. Something that would chase away the image of that spider sinking its fangs into my flesh. The first and only thought I could summon was Zevander.
UGH
“That could’ve been my fault, I suppose. I told him I’d seen something unusual in his bathing room.”
Im obsessed with her
“No mage in all of Aethyria, not even the Magelord himself, possesses that particular glyph.”
Zevander crossed his arms, and I had to look away. I’d never seen so many muscles flex at once, and the urge to ogle him only infuriated me,
“Never apologize for incapacitating your enemy.” “You’re not my enemy, though.” “Aren’t I?”
He groaned as he pushed to his feet and reached out a hand to help me to mine. When I stood before him, he continued to hold my hand, staring down at
“Morsana was a death goddess. It was said that her eyes were so strikingly silver, no mortal creature dared to look at her. Except for Deimos.”
“He was a feared warrior for an ancient tribe who conquered lands and killed without remorse. Some believed the God of Chaos inhabited him, and Morsana was said to have sought him so relentlessly, she followed him into every battle, disguised as a flock of ravens. With every victory, her endeavors to claim his soul withered. And soon, she fell in love with the brave mortal who did not so much as flinch in her presence.”
Ok TEA
Magekae and his immortals prevailed. They cast Deimos into sablefyre, to burn for eternity, and slaughtered his people. Magekae imprisoned Morsana for many years. Determined never to marry the corrupt god, Morsana took the form of a raven and escaped. That is why it is believed the raven carries the souls of the dead to Nethyria.”
When I ran my fingers over the page, the scene came to life. Morsana placed the rose on the baby’s chest, and ravens flocked around the bassinet.
HELLO???
From death, we rose. A new generation was born.
“I won’t let them hurt you.” Though hoarse and terrifying, his voice held a certain sincerity.
Branimir???
Something scratched my thighs, and I opened my eyes to find the humanoid creature resting his head in my lap, his thin, pale body curled into himself.
Respectfully i would shit myself
He no longer looked terrifying to me. In that moment, he reminded me of a child. A sad and desperate child who longed for contact.
