He's the 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 knight.
She's the 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥.
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BOOK 1 | CELESTIAL FLAMES SAGA
⚜️ PLOT ⚜️
Tormented by his curse, 𝐑𝐀𝐎𝐑, a Changeling raised among the Unseelie Fairies, hunts Demons. The world he lives in, Draiganteor, is populated by al...
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THE ENCHANTED MANSION doesn't let us lack anything, at least. Strange things are all happening at once in my life, and I'd sell my boots just to get an answer. We're eating in the dining room where black roses, dark purple tulips, and lilies bloom on the backs of the chairs. Blair is challenging Daven to an arm-wrestling match. The dwarf holds his own remarkably, with Ainnir cheering enthusiastically and Moyna refereeing the match. We need these moments of serenity; the tension is taking over every single nerve in our bodies.
"Daven wins!" Ainnir exclaims, raising her arms.
"Huh? I demand a rematch! There's no way I'm letting my little brother beat me!"
"Big brother Raor, do you want to arm wrestle too?"
"I'll pass," I say to Daven, making an 'X' sign with my hands.
"Come on, I promise I won't sprain your wrist!"
"Damn, that hurts," Blair grumbles, rubbing his wrist.
"You're troubled, searching for something even you don't know. Freedom, perhaps? Or are you looking for Galodah in your heart, never finding him?"
I am petrified. It's Ecliptic, the Primordial sword I heard in the library...
