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March 15 - March 16, 2022
I want to do the Joining.”
“The pretty poppy one. Pick it and watch it bleed.”
I’ve never even heard anything like that.”
That was my wife. My heartmate.
he’s the Primal of Life
Why would you think that bro its sera
Mierel.”
Sera <3
goddess Bele
sense of dread I couldn’t place rose, but it felt like a warning. A reminder. That there wasn’t always time.
“She was forced to drink the blood of a draken.”
Omg rough
It was like the voice I heard in Stonehill, urging me to unleash my fury. To bring death. That hadn’t been Isbeth.
I feel like its Kilos
They’re like Hunters.
Shades?
“They are already dead.”
Definitely shades
I noticed that the Gyrm hadn’t swung
Bc ur a primal gal how many times do we have to go over this
stale lilacs.
Primal of Life,
SERA PROTECTING HER SON
“Do Primals have fangs?”
Duh
“We need to hear you speak the words, my Queen.”
“Your…er, physical response is only natural,”
Ok Rhys
“He asked what you would pray for,” Casteel said, and that finger inside me was joined by another. “I think I know.” Kieran’s chuckle was dark and sensual. Teeth tugged on my ear. “I bet you do, but I want to hear her say it.”
Ashley (she/her) liked this
Poppy looked like a Goddess of War—no, a Primal of War.
Goddess of Peace and Vengeance’s warhorse. I’d been surprised to see him here, but he would make a fine horse for Poppy.
The back of a woman wearing a crown of black diamonds on her silvery hair, sitting on a throne much like the one I’d seen at the Temple of Nyktos. She had been weeping. There was also a man with sandy-blond hair standing to her left. Something about him was so familiar. He had begun to turn and spoke just a word. But I woke before I could see his face.
She’d stabbed Malec in the heart with shadowstone.
Malec wasn’t the True King of the Realms as we believed.
Again, duh
“Kolis.”
DUH
dakkai.”
Oh not these fucking things
Then, a speck of silver throbbed and expanded, growing brighter, and in that light was her. Hair, the color of moonlight, fell over shoulders in a cascading mass of tangled curls and waves. A luminous sheen nearly masked the freckles across the nose and cheek and gave the skin a silvery, pearlescent glow. But
planted my palms against the stone, and my hands sank into the rock as I threw my head back and screamed the name. Not that of the King of Gods, but the Queen of Gods. The true Primal of Life.
wings.
Just like your grandpa
And the wind, it smelled of fresh lilacs.
THATS THE DIFFERENCE - FRESH V STALE! SERAS HERE
draken
NEKTAS
Seraphena.
I gave sound to my rage. To hers. The scream that ripped from my throat wasn’t just mine. It was ours.
She lives.”
I HAVE NVER BEEN HAPPIER
“It is! Everyone is like oh, Nyktos this and Nyktos that, and the whole time, it should have been Seraphena this and Seraphena that.
Tats what im SAYIN
And it begins with you and your children if you choose to have them. They will be the first to be born Primal since Nyktos.”
The Primal of Blood and Bone—the true Primal of Life and Death.”
