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July 14 - July 28, 2025
“I am your future and your past. I am what you were meant to be before your humanity tainted you.”
“My humanity protected me when Mab would have killed me,” I argued, dismissing the notion that to be human automatically meant weakness. It meant caring in a way that the Fae didn’t seem to understand, and I would never believe that love was weakness.
“Every monster is the hero of their own story, and every hero the villain of someone else’s. You will always be Mab’s villain, just as she is yours,” the woman in the mirror answered.
Embracing Aella.
Feeling what I did to him was the greatest aphrodisiac, far stronger than whatever magic lingered in this water, and I wanted the sense of his satisfaction when he brought me to orgasm.
“I see you now, my shadows.” “A shadow cannot exist without his light,”
“Our love isn’t gentle or kind. It’s rough and all-consuming; it’s a raging inferno that destroys the world in its wake.”
“I waited centuries for you. Waited centuries for this, and you still somehow manage to exceed every hope and dream I had.”
Caldris was mine and mine alone.
“He did not suffer your absence all these years just to have you throw your life away now,” Eryx whispered,
“I do not know, Highness. I fear you greatly overestimate my closeness to my son. I am not his confidante, for I barely know him thanks to you,” Twyla said,
“Does it pain you to know that I raised your son as my own? That he has served as my weapon and I know him far better than you ever will?” Mab asked, a cruel smile lighting her face. “And yet you still cannot find him now,” Twyla said back,
talk that talk Twyla
“He’s gone after his little bitch of a fucking mate!” Mab yelled in the Winter Queen’s face.
ha haaaaaaaaa thats what you get
“Then they are beyond your reach, and your own desperation for more power has brought your demise. If they are together in Tartarus, then you’ve already lost,” the Queen of Winter said loudly
“I will not lose to that sniveling child and your Godsforsaken son that should have never been born,” Mab argued,
“The Queen of Winter is dead,” he said, his voice loud and ringing through the throne room as Mab’s stare turned to him. Her dark eyes widened as she realized what she’d done, what her rage had driven her to. She’d kept Twyla alive all these years for a reason, containing the magic of the Winter Court within her body and keeping it from Caldris. She shook her head, stepping back from Twyla’s body as the shadows in her hand dissipated. She gazed out at the onlookers watching in the throne room, seeing the threat of her undoing in each and every one of us. Eryx smirked at her when her stare
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“We kept him safe for you all these years, Child of Chaos, so that you may find yourselves united as one in this very moment.”
I stood beside his stone, drawing one of my swords from the scabbard strapped across my back. It felt heavy in my hand as he writhed on the table, desperately attempting to escape the iron that I grasped in my palm. I adjusted my grip slowly, pulling the curved sword back before I sliced it through the air and tore through the skin at the base of his shaft. The stone fell heavy to the rock where he would linger forever, and I grasped it with my free hand. Guiding it to his face, I sheathed my sword once more and gripped his aging face between my thumb and forefinger, pressing into his cheeks
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hell yesssz
The rock spread out from under my hand, closing his mouth permanently as it turned to stone.
To die in this place was to be forgotten, to simply cease to exist and I refused to accept that. If my time came, I would die in a blaze of glory and do everything in my power to take my enemies down with me. That meant I needed to escape the pit of Tartarus. That meant I needed to survive whatever they put forth for me.
“If you want the hind dead, then do it your fucking self. I will not be a man’s weapon to be used at will.”
There is beauty in knowing who you are.
She’d been brave enough to know herself. She’d been brave enough to look at the adversity of her past and face life with her head held high. To do anything less would have been a disservice to her memory now that the life had been stripped from her too soon.
Macha laughed, her head tipping back as she pressed a hand to her stomach. “Oh, Little Tempest. You will find that the moments when the Fates intervene and reknit things to suit their purpose have often led to great pain and destruction. All should fear their interest and curiosity—even those of us who are not the subject of it.”
“Do not worry for us tonight. It is I who must worry for you always, Tempest.”
Joy became punishment. Pleasure became pain.
While they were unlucky enough that she would never be theirs to touch, it was fortunate for them that my little star loved to be watched. That she loved to come undone with an audience to bear witness to her pleasure.
“Caldris,” he breathed, my name coming out as a horrified sigh. “What have you done?” “Bold of you to assume I would do anything to harm my mate, Lunar Witch,”
It would have been stupid, and it wouldn’t have taken even a flick of my finger to knock him on his ass, but sometimes, you just wanted to punch another man in the fucking throat and watch him choke.
yo FACTS
“You cannot reach the apples without my help. You were the greatest betrayal of my life, and now it brings me great joy to know that you will never leave this place without me. You may want to return to your mate, but I will do everything in my power to make sure you never see him again. If I must suffer here, then I’ll at least do it with you at my side,” he said,
“Because I’ve never won! I have never been able to fight back in any way that fucking mattered!” Estrella snapped, her
“Sometimes a monster is exactly what the world needs to right the wrongs that have been committed for centuries. You have let your fear of what you could be hold you back for far too long. You didn’t even think to try to remove the snake from your mate’s heart because you feared you would fail.”
“And what would have happened if you succeeded? Who might you have saved in the process? Your fear of yourself is your greatest weakness. Be the fucking monster, Estrella. For they will judge you as one either way.”
“They have known of your existence since they drew their first breath. They have seen your destiny since the first thread was spun. They created your father from the darkness, not so that he might be born, but so that one day, you would be.”
“From chaos, she was born.”
“And in chaos, she will reign.”
“Until chaos reigns,”
“Ready yourself tonight, Estrella Barlowe. For tomorrow, you die.”
“Some secrets are better left in the dark, Little Bird,”
Our connection was all that mattered to me, feeling him inside my head and inside my body at the same time the most intimate of acts I could share with any person.
there was one thing I knew about my mate, it was that her ability to survive anything life threw at her was her true magic.
“I’ve a name,” Holt snapped, turning to his horse. There weren’t enough horses to carry us, so I sighed as I guided Brann up to ride at my back. He shook his head, denying the ride. “She never referred to you by anything other than Huntsman,” Brann said. “What I allow Imelda to call me is none of your business, and you are not gifted the same courtesy,” Holt said, staring down at where Brann seemed determined to go his separate way. To escape the coming war, I had no doubt. The fucking coward.
period
Holt said, guiding his horse into a trot up the narrow path. I followed after him, leaving Brann behind. There wasn’t time to reason with him, to convince him that Estrella would want to find him with the rest of her loved ones when she emerged from Tartarus. If he didn’t already know that, if he didn’t want to be there when she walked the earth again, then he didn’t fucking deserve her in the first place. I had better things to do than babysit an immortal, stubborn witch. I had an army to gather for my mate. He could rot, for all I cared.
“You do not even begin to understand how deep our manipulations go, Estrella Barlowe,” Clotho said,
