Author name: Hauda.A

The cold roar of Vale’s pain was no longer just an echo in Elara’s mind—it was a physical weight inside […]

The ballroom, once a stage for masks and lies, had become a cage of slaughter. The shimmering dome above crackled

The grand hall was a tomb of silent dread. The humming thrum of dark magic grew louder, pulsing through the

The inferno had vanished as swiftly as it had come, leaving behind scorched stone, acrid smoke, and the lingering stench

The grand hall, built of ancient stone and archways carved with runes older than memory, was no longer a throne

The sound of the mirror’s destruction still rang in Elara’s ears, a shriek that seemed to reverberate through her bones.

The grand hall throbbed with tension, every elegant figure within it a blade hidden in velvet. Vale’s hand around Elara’s

The fire that had nearly consumed her was gone. What lingered was not weakness, but power. Elara’s eyes opened to

The air on the balcony had been drained of life, but in the study it was heavier still, thick with

The kiss under moonlight lingered in Elara’s veins like fire and honey, a fleeting illusion of peace. For one heartbeat