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CHAPTER 163

The man’s words hung in the room like a death knell.

“You see, my dear lord, some Lost Ones seem to have lost their way and wandered into your home.”

Ravencourt’s face dr...

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CHAPTER 162

The door swung open with an eerie creak, and the man strode in as though the room were his stage. His gait was unhurried, almost lazy, his hands tucked into the deep pockets of his sleek coa...

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VAMPIRE LORD - CHAPTER 1

Ash curled through the night sky, glowing embers dancing against the blood-red clouds.

Alistair stood just behind the front line, perched on a stone outcrop near the breached gate. His...

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CHAPTER 161

Thorne’s mind was in turmoil, the voices around him fading into a faint buzz. His thoughts spun as he tried to place the overwhelming presence he now felt. It loomed over him like a storm ...

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CHAPTER 160

Their eyes remained locked across the grand room, but Thorne’s focus was shattered as an older noble approached him, cutting through the gathering crowd with an outstretched hand and an ov...

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📢 Update Time!

Writing Book 3 the Aetherhold Arc  has been immensely fun… but also one of the most challenging things I’ve done so far.

Suddenly, the wor...

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CHAPTER 159

“No.”

Thorne said, his voice low, tight, barely containing the fury threatening to boil over.

Uncle’s smirk didn’t waver. He closed his ledger with a soft snap and set it...

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CHAPTER 158

Thorne leaned heavily against the barrel, the weight of Jonah’s command pressing down on him. He felt the sharpness of Darius’s glare, cutting deep. Jonah’s calm but unyielding tone ma...

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CHAPTER 157

The silence that followed was deafening. It wasn’t just the absence of Rafe’s jeers or the lack of scuffling feet, it was the stillness that came after violence. A stillness filled with ...

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CHAPTER 156

The moment seemed to freeze. Thorne’s eyes locked on the cruel smirk of the Lost One, his dagger ready to slit Jonah’s throat.

Jonah’s bruised, terrified face stared back at him,...

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CHAPTER 155

Thorne, Darius, and Ben strode into the warehouse, their footsteps echoing ominously on the creaky wooden floor. The faint tang of salt mixed with the acrid stench of damp wood and old sweat...

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CHAPTER 154

The shop was quiet, save for the occasional creak of wood settling in the cool night air. Thorne sat across from Ben, the faint glow of the last candle casting flickering shadows on the wall...

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CHAPTER 153

The water construct loomed before Thorne, its semi-translucent form shifting with every ripple of the waves behind it. It didn’t move like a person but flowed, liquid yet somehow he...

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CHAPTER 152

“Uncle is waiting for you.”

Thorne asked for a moment to get dressed and collect himself. Arletta nodded crisply, stepping out of the room with measured grace. Before following, Si...

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CHAPTER 151

The next time Thorne opened his eyes, the world greeted him with a muted haze. Strength, faint but present, pulsed through his body. A shadow of his usual vitality but enough to remind him h...

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CHAPTER 150

Thorne soared through the sky, carried aloft by wings woven of pure, shimmering aether. Colors blazed around him, a sky painted in hues of violet, pink, and amber as the sun dipped below the...

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CHAPTER 149

A surge of pure euphoria filled Thorne, every pulse of aether coursing through him, setting his veins ablaze with raw, untamed power.

He felt invincible, as if he’d finally unlocked ...

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CHAPTER 148

Thorne’s vision blurred as he stared at Sid, his chest hollowing with dread. Panic clawed its way up his throat, his heartbeat hammering in his ears so fiercely it almost drowned out the b...

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CHAPTER 147

The soft morning light filtered through the cracks in the worn-out lighthouse, casting long shadows over the dusty floor. Thorne stood at the edge of the room, watching the waves far below c...

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BONUS CHAPTER - CHASING BUTTERFLIES


Eliza had seen many terrible things in her time with the guild. She had watched men and women break under torture, had seen recruits die in training, had slit throats in the dark and fel...

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CHAPTER 146

Thorne sat at the edge of the old lighthouse, his secret hideout, watching the sunrise spill across the horizon. The first light of day crept over the sea, turning the water gold, the waves ...

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CHAPTER 145

The room swirled in a hazy fog of smoke, seductive music, and the clink of expensive glassware. Thorne had been mingling for hours, moving through the crowd with practiced ease, though the f...

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CHAPTER 144

A groan escaped his lips, low and strained. His head pounded, and for a fleeting moment, Thorne was blissfully lost, unaware of where he was or what had happened. He blinked groggily, the du...

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CHAPTER 143

Thorne stood, watching with cold detachment as Vance methodically dismantled Cynthia. Every strike, every feint, was delivered with precise intent. Vance had transformed into something letha...

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CHAPTER 142

Thorne stood frozen in place, the echoes of Cassandra’s screams still bouncing off the cold stone walls of the lair. His heart was a hard knot in his chest, but he couldn’t tear his eyes...

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CHAPTER 141

Thorne’s breath hitched as Rielle raised her bow, her eyes locked on him with cold precision. His muscles tensed, and before he could even blink, an arrow whistled past his head, close eno...

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CHAPTER 140

Selene laughed, the sound bright and infectious, making everyone at the table pause and look at her in wonder. Even Jonah, who usually had something snarky to say, was caught off guard, a sm...

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CHAPTER 139

Thorne awoke with a groan, the world swimming back into focus. The first thing he saw was Selene’s worried face hovering above him. Her eyes, wide with concern, locked onto his, and before...

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CHAPTER 138

Thorne sat in the garden, his back against the rough bark of an old oak tree, leafing through a thick tome on the noble families of Caledris. The book was one Arletta had given him to study,...

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CHAPTER 137

Thorne sat back in the armchair, the plush velvet cushions cradling his aching body as he cradled a steaming cup of tea in his hands. The warm aroma of the brew wafted up, but he barely noti...

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