Tag: AI

Borrowed Magic, Borrowed Time Kate’s POV I stood in the crystal cavern, surrounded by the Iele, feeling like a bull in the world’s most ethereal china shop. These beings, with their otherworldly grace and weird obsession with flower crowns, seemed woefully out of touch with the urgency of my situation. The air around us shimmered…

The Lonely Vigil Cyrus’s POV The iron dagger clattered to the ground, Liam’s eye still grotesquely attached to its tip, strings of bloody tissue trailing from it like some macabre puppet. My stomach heaved violently, and I had to clamp a hand over my mouth to keep from vomiting. The coppery stench of blood filled…

Blind Charity Liam’s POV As we stumbled into what we hoped was the final trial room, the air seemed to thicken, pressing against us like an invisible, suffocating blanket. The chamber was vast, its ceiling lost in shadows that writhed and twisted as if alive. The walls pulsed with an otherworldly energy, shimmering like the…

A Leap of Faith Liam’s POV The world spun like a drunken pixie’s dance as Cyrus and I stumbled out of the passageway. My head throbbed with the persistent beat of exhaustion, and my limbs felt as though they’d been replaced with lead weights. Blinking away the disorientation, I found myself staring into an abyss…

Ethereal Echoes Kate’s POV The crystal cavern echoed with the sound of my restless pacing. Back and forth, back and forth, each step a testament to my growing anxiety. It had been hours—or was it days?—since the Iele leader and her two companions had vanished through that shimmering vortex, off to the Fae realm to…

Sweet Dreams Cyrus’s POV The narrow passageway finally opened up into a vast hall, and I stumbled forward, my legs trembling with exhaustion. The sudden darkness was disorienting after the blinding brightness of the hourglass chamber. I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust my vision. “What the hell?” I muttered, rubbing my eyes. “Is it… nighttime?”…

Grains of Persistence Liam’s POV The world twisted and reshaped itself around us, reality bending like a pretzel in the hands of an fanatic baker. When the nauseating sensation finally subsided, we found ourselves standing on shifting ground, surrounded by an oppressive heat that made me long for the cool, damp dungeons of the Seelie…

Measured Movements Cyrus’s POV The endless spiral of stairs finally gave way to a faint glimmer of light. Hope surged through me, giving my aching legs a second wind. Beside me, Liam’s labored breathing matched my own. We’d been climbing for what felt like hours, each step a battle against exhaustion and the maddening darkness.…

The Winding Path Liam’s POV The motorcycle roared beneath us as we left Hunedoara, the sun beating down mercilessly. I clung to Cyrus with as much dignity as I could muster, which wasn’t much. The indignity of it all – a Fae prince reduced to playing backpack to a demon hunter. If the Seelie Court…

An Unlikely Alliance Cyrus’s POV The Romanian sun beat down mercilessly as I stood outside the Hunedoara safe house, watching the magical barrier expert examine the remnants of the wards. Two days back in this godforsaken town, and I was already itching to be on the move again. The expert’s droning voice faded into background…