The Serpent and the Wings of Night (Crowns of Nyaxia, #1)

by Carissa Broadbent

Death isn’t frightening when weighed against an insignificant existence.”

And Ilana…

no ):

She was taller than all the others. Her armor left her shoulders bare, revealing impressively cut muscles. Her hair hung in a long silver braid down her back. She had to be their leader, judging by how the others deferred to her.

Mommy?

“I was trying to save your life.”

PLEASE BENEMIES TO LOVERS

“How much higher?”

PLEAAAAAAAS

“Are you deaf, or just stupid?” “You’re unfriendly.”

I needed to act, and I tried to come to you for help and you weren’t there.”

One of my earliest memories was laying my head against Vincent’s shoulder and experiencing the sudden jolt of realization that I felt safe.

And Raihn looked like he was probably very good at sex.

GIRL?

Not ‘taking it’ by throwing me out a fucking window.”

Damn

“I used to fucking be one of them.”

HELLO

“Forget it.”

OOOOH ARE THE ENEMIES STARTIJNG TO

You cannot accomplish anything in this world without power.

Vampires are beautiful people. This is almost universally true. Their flesh is smooth and soft, their features bright and striking, their voices sweet and melodic. They are often the kind of beautiful that leaves a mark on one’s soul—the kind that visits you again as you lie awake in bed at night, thinking about the shape of those lips.

Perhaps he was attracted to her because she reminded him of what he once was.

“You hid it because you didn’t know you could do it. You threw me out of a window completely by accident.”

LMAOOOOO

“You alright?” I asked. “Define ‘alright.’” “Alive.” He scoffed. “Glad you have such high standards.”

He was on his knees, staring up at me. And that—the way he looked at me—was the first thing that felt real.

Kicking my feet up i the air rn frrrrr

Because he looked at me in sheer awe—like I was the most incredible thing he had ever seen. Like I was a fucking goddess.

UUWUASUSWK

I was allowing him to hold me. Allowing myself to cling to him.

Allowing myself to bury my tear-streaked face in the warm space between his chin and throat.

When he first began to move, swells of pleasure mingled with the remnants of the pain. With each stroke, slow and deep, it built.

She thought she was in love. She had not learned yet how deadly such a thing could be.

“I’ll admit that you were a good ally,” I said.

Oooooh the enemies are no longer enemying

We can pretend I’m a better father, and that I taught you such things like I was supposed to.”

Yk what? I don't like vincent. There's Something off about him

The piss beer was starting to grow on me.

Disgusting

“Your heart is beating fast,” he murmured. “You must be very concerned for my well-being.”

HIHIHIHU ARE THE ENEMIES STARTING TO LOVE????

his fingers tightened around my hair—clutching it, but not pulling, as if he was trying to convince himself to let me go and failing.

“That wasn’t how I’d imagined making you come for the first time,” he remarked.

SSIR?

His eyes sparkled with amusement. “You’re grinning like a little child.” I scowled, and he chuckled. “Oh, never mind. There she is.”

“Careful, princess,” he said at last, his voice rough. “Someone might think you’re actually nice.”

JUST KISS ALREADY

Horny. That was what he was trying to explain to me.

HAHA

His lips parted, and I kissed him before words could come out. My blood

CARALHO

Sleep. Sleep sounded good. Not as good as sex. But good.

Oraya is me fr fr

“You are the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen, Oraya.”

Istg if this man dies- I'll commit arson.

Vincent had killed them all.

So girl when are we killing him

“I saw the ruins. I could smell the bones in that dust. That’s enough, Oraya. That is enough.”

I wouldn't wanna be her rn tbh. Like its hard coming to terms with your hero actually being a fcking monster

They are less than you.”

Honestly fuckng fuck you

But I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him.

“Let me taste you.”

And I gave him exactly what he wanted. I moaned his name again, again, again.

“I would beg,” he murmured. “For you, I would. You have fucking destroyed me, Oraya. Do you know that?”

“Fuck, Oraya,” he breathed. “Just… fuck.”

No, we would fight. Raihn moved first.

DONT MAKE ME CRY CARISSA!!!!

His lips curled into a smirk. And he whispered, “There she is.”

IM NOT CRYING YOU ARE

“I know grief,” she said, voice soft. “I know what it is to lose half of one’s soul.”

THEN WHY DO YOU MAKE PEOPLE SUFFER???? WHAT NKINDA GOD IS THAT

“A dead lover can never break your heart.”

If so, I envied her. Because she was wrong. My heart was already broken. It had cracked in a thousand moments over the last twenty years. The first blow came the night my

No, I did not look away as I watched Raihn kill my father.

I'm Hella fucking happy dude

“She’s a fucking Heir.”

HALLOOOO?!?!