Page 87
Story: The Emperor of Evening Stars
The darkness gathers around me, extinguishing all memory of light.
There’s a calmness inside me, a calmness honed by a lifetime of practice. Everything shuts down—my love, my hate, my dreams and fears. All that’s left of me is a stillness.
I gather my magic and throw it at the large double doors barring me entrance.
BOOM!
They tremble against my power but hold fast.
Again.
BOOM!
I hear wood and metal creak as it begins to buckle.
Again.
BOOM!
The air in front of me ripples.
Again.
BOOM!
With a shriek, the spell shatters and the doors burst open, the wooden frame splintering and the metal fastenings screeching as they’re ripped away from the wall. They sound like thunder as they hit the ground.
Inside the throne room is a nightmarish scene. Dead vines stretch up the walls and ceiling, curving around the throne of bones. Old leaves decorate the ground. The place has fallen into decay.
Amongst it all is Karnon, his eyes wild and frenzied, and at his feet—
I don’t immediately process the sight of the crumpled body in the middle of the room. That limp, bloody thing can’t be a person.
But then I hear our connection and smell her scent.
My mate.
MyCallie.
I have to lock my legs to keep from falling. I can’t stop the agonized bellow that escapes my throat.
No.
My darkness curls around her protectively.
“So your mate found you after all,” Karnon says from where he looms over her. “Took him long enough.”
I’m at Callie’s side in an instant, and now I am falling to my knees. Her heartbeat is a weak, thready thing. I choke on my own breath as I take it all in. Whatever happened to her, she only barely escaped it.
My hand trembles as it passes over her. So much blood. I’m afraid to touch her.
And then I notice the feathers, the hundreds of bloody, night-dark feathers that sprout from a pair of—of wings. Wings attached to my mate’sback. And now I do touch her, so I can feel for myself that they’re real.
They are. The wet feathers shiver just the slightest beneath my palm.
The shadows of this place crowd me in.
I feed them a little magic.
Table of Contents
- Page 1
- Page 2
- Page 3
- Page 4
- Page 5
- Page 6
- Page 7
- Page 8
- Page 9
- Page 10
- Page 11
- Page 12
- Page 13
- Page 14
- Page 15
- Page 16
- Page 17
- Page 18
- Page 19
- Page 20
- Page 21
- Page 22
- Page 23
- Page 24
- Page 25
- Page 26
- Page 27
- Page 28
- Page 29
- Page 30
- Page 31
- Page 32
- Page 33
- Page 34
- Page 35
- Page 36
- Page 37
- Page 38
- Page 39
- Page 40
- Page 41
- Page 42
- Page 43
- Page 44
- Page 45
- Page 46
- Page 47
- Page 48
- Page 49
- Page 50
- Page 51
- Page 52
- Page 53
- Page 54
- Page 55
- Page 56
- Page 57
- Page 58
- Page 59
- Page 60
- Page 61
- Page 62
- Page 63
- Page 64
- Page 65
- Page 66
- Page 67
- Page 68
- Page 69
- Page 70
- Page 71
- Page 72
- Page 73
- Page 74
- Page 75
- Page 76
- Page 77
- Page 78
- Page 79
- Page 80
- Page 81
- Page 82
- Page 83
- Page 84
- Page 85
- Page 86
- Page 87 (Reading here)
- Page 88
- Page 89
- Page 90