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Things Lost In The Fire

The Fire We Feed

Taryn fights monsters. Lucien is one. Season 1: Forced to team up by the very council she’s made to serve, Taryn finds herself trapped with Lucien—a vampire with too many secrets and a smile that makes her blood run hot. In the midst of growing dangers, the two of them must work together to survive. But the closer they get, the harder it becomes to tell where the real threat lies—outside their walls, or between them. Lucien knows better than to care. He’s spent years perfecting the art of detachment, but something about Taryn makes it impossible to stay indifferent. The fire she carries is fierce, dangerous—and every moment with her only stokes the flames higher. Bound by circumstance and haunted by shadows neither of them can outrun, Taryn and Lucien are playing a game they can’t afford to lose. The fire between them grows hotter with every step, but giving in might cost them everything. Some fires are meant to burn. Others consume. This one could destroy them both. Season 2: Framed for assassinations they didn’t commit, Taryn and Lucien are thrust into a deadly game where trust is scarce and betrayal lurks in every shadow. As the fragile peace between powerful factions begins to unravel, they must navigate a labyrinth of secrets and lies, uncovering dangerous truths about those who seek to control them. As tensions rise, their bond is tested in ways neither anticipated, and their personal struggles threaten to fracture their fragile partnership. Against the backdrop of a brewing war, new allies and enemies emerge, challenging their notions of trust and loyalty. As the season hurtles toward its climactic revelations, Taryn and Lucien must decide what they are willing to sacrifice—and who they can rely on—in a world that seeks to tear them apart. Season 3: When safety is a fleeting memory and enemies circle ever closer, Taryn, Lucien, and Kah’el find themselves bound by necessity in a secluded forest haven. As mysterious threats prowl the shadows and signs of encroaching danger multiply, the trio works to fortify their defenses while grappling with unspoken tensions and buried truths. Strange tracks near their clearing suggest a threat greater than any of them anticipated, forcing them into a delicate balance of survival and trust. For Taryn, every decision risks fracturing the fragile alliance that’s formed between them, as the boundaries of loyalty blur and their individual pasts clash with their shared present. Season 4: After months of running, fighting, and barely surviving, Taryn, Lucien, and Kah’el have found something they never expected—stability. A quiet town. A steady job. A place to rest. But peace is a fragile thing, and none of them know how to live without looking over their shoulders. Lucien thrives in the chaos of tavern life, slipping effortlessly into his role, as if he was always meant for this world. Taryn, on the other hand, struggles with the illusion of safety, waiting for the inevitable knife in the dark. And Kah’el? He watches them both, steady as ever, knowing that nothing stays easy forever. But the past doesn’t let go so easily. And no matter how well they play the part, they are still who they have always been—fighters, survivors, something sharp waiting to cut. For now, they have warmth, stolen moments, and a life they could almost believe in. But peace is just another kind of lie. And sooner or later, every lie breaks.
JadedButCute · 216.2K Views

Making fire

Life was tiring, I wanted so much to be free of everyone. I wanted to hold on to what little happiness I remembered walking through the woods. The feel of the crisp air when the sun broke into dawn, the way I felt the trees come alive as I wondered through them, how quiet everything was. But now I’m married. To the most unpredictable man I had ever encountered. But there is something about him. The way he moves, eyes sharp and narrowed watching my every step. I always felt as if he were hunting me, and maybe he was. I could never get away from those peering eyes long enough to enjoy a moment to myself. He was always there, around every plan of escape, every thought of silence, every time I even thought of a life away from him. No doubt due to the binding ceremony that was performed. The only request I had about the ceremony was that it needed to be performed by a priestess but my father wanted HIS personal witch to bind Tristan and I. Once my father ordered you to do something ‘not one person disagreed’. I did not mean to think so ill of her but I can not help this feeling that she may have added a little spell to the ceremony. If I could only speak to her, I have not seen her since I left my brute of a fathers home. I could always ask Sheri-Tristan’s second wife. Yes. I’m the third wife of this man I call husband. But Sheri was witch born before being turned by Tristan. She had the most beautiful violet hair and matching eyes. Where as I had bright auburn air with green eyes, the only thing I kept of my mother. Sheri could help me find out if I am under some spell so I can get Tristan out of my head long enough to leave his kingdom. She hated me so, I believe it is due to Tristan not informing both of his wives that a third was going to be arriving. And that was me. If I was going to ask her for help it had to be now, I have my awakening ceremony tonight. It will mark 3 months since our wedding and as accustomed with Tristan and his coven, 90 days was the mark a bride had to wait to be judged by the collective to be accepted. Tristan assures me that I will be accepted and he will turn me tonight in the hues of the blood moon that was to be eclipsed. I did not want to be turned. I was human. If I was turned I’d loose my humanity and become full vampire. The same thing happened to Ava-Tirstan’s fist wife. She could not handle the lust and killed a few members of court. Some human but some halflings like Sheri. I did not want to kill. I shuttered at the thought of taking the life essence of another living being. I did not want to live in this manner. I only pray that Sheri is in a favorable mood this afternoon. Here I stand, outside her door. I had been standing here for about 10 minutes. I needed every help I could to escape my marriage. Yet, knocking on her door was the most exhausting thing I have been doing since I arrived here 3 months ago. “Here goes nothing.” I said out loud as I finally knocked. “Entrer” She was quite demure when she’s not in a mood. I might have a chance of gaining her help after all. One look my way and her mood was already changing. “YOU!” —maybe not………….
Jade_4527 · 12.7K Views

Lost in the Blue Mountains

Who has not heard? Who does not know? There is a story of two lovers that has travelled the Continent. It is said that in his innocent youth, Rexander Leonard had given his heart to a strong, kind-hearted maiden from the Blue Mountains, his motherland. As a young boy with nothing, not even a name, he left in search of purpose. Gifted by the gods, his extraordinary talent and unyielding ambition took him on a path to greatness. The haughty men that used to mock him bowed their heads before his brutal strength and righteous heart. Befitting of his monstrous powers he was named the King of Warlords, a title that has not wavered since the day it was received. As luck would have it, Temple Cordelia had decreed that the nameless orphan boy turned champion of the people, Rexander Leonard, was in fact the lost son of a legendary knight, Alvastor Thorne, a Duke of the Empire and the Lord of Valkore, who perished in battle two decades ago. Thus making Rexander Leonard, a Prince of the Empire, the rightful heir of Valkore and the only surviving member of House Bhukam, a once prestigious and powerful family that ruled in the time of the Old Empire. He truly had everything then. Everything, except his heart- his Angel he left in the Blue Mountains. Alas the tides of time are cruel, unforgiving in their acts and relentless in their motions. The Blue Mountains had been torn apart by savages many years before his return, and all that remained were blackened, crooked trees and hungry wolves making it uninhabitable to humans and a breeding place for darkness. This was a sad tale; A tragic story of two childhood lovers, what was Lost in the Blue Mountains. However, time is as such that when one tale ends another begins. No matter how true his love was, that urged him to still search for his Angel, a man of his standing could not avoid marriage forever. “I do.” Two simple words that brought them together. The red string of fate between Princess Rayni Rose of House Valaria and the King of Warlords, Rexander Leonard had been tied together before the eyes of god. “You do not choose who you love.” Sealed their fates. Or did it? Rayni Rose proposed two years of partnership for a lifetime of freedom, Rexander contently agreeing. Then began their tale of two years where they dreamt of restoring the dying wastelands of Valkore into the once prosperous Island it had been in the time of the Old Empire. Old tales, family secrets and love, all get tangled with adventure and ambition as Rayni and Rexander work together to bring Valkore back to life. Destiny smiles as they walk misleading paths on familiar land. What will time bring to light? Afterall, those bound by fate always meet.
MayaLovesRoses · 1.9K Views
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