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The Raven's Basilisk

       Izime finally grew to appreciate Psyis' ability to not ask stupid questions for five minutes, wondering if she'd manage a sixth. The probability of it dropping rapidly as yet another cup of the very drinkable and thus very dangerous liquor was thrown back all at once.        Purple face turning towards him as circling shades of blue worked across Psyis cheeks she opened her mouth and fell short at five minutes and twenty-three seconds, "I-um..did you ever go to the movies?"        Izime stood moving to snatch the cup away, or he would have. His hand flickered as it passed through the metal, his eyes glared moving between the thermos and the obviously inebriated Psyis. "That is enough drinking for you." With a frustrated huff, Izime stood walking straight through the pilot's seat and door to the cabin of the ship. Leaving Psyis blinking eyes not working, unable to see the drone that voiced the AI as it bumped against the door just as confused as she was.        Psyis too drunk to think about just what she'd been asking and about who. The thessian's personal question still hung in the air as she considered how often Izime seemed to not answer when it came to her.        "What'd I say?" Psyis looked around the now empty room, a bit past tipsy in her rush to find the courage to discover Izime's past. Blinking a bit wondering what had been wrong with talking about Bell or going to the movies.        The number of cups and direction she'd yanked the conversation quickly burying Psyis under their combined effects. The thessian was left sitting alone and a bit confused, only knowing that something beyond the liquor in her hands was the cause.  Hadn't Izime been the one who'd asked for the mulligan?        Glancing down at the thermos in her hands, Psyis chewed over the thought and all that came with it. The liquor not having any answers, she looked back out the window. ((Posted on www.webnovel.com , www.booksie.com and royal road where I update sooner with larger chapters. If you're not reading there, its pirated and stolen. report it as such))
Sku77s · 14.6K Views

Lord Raven's Court

In the year 556 of the Runtallian Calendar, a war broke out in the eastern frontier of the Kingdom of Runtallia between the eastern overlord, Duke Gaverone Walruse of Regalia, and the barbarian chief-thane known as Dariun Drunzelle of the Shiradonii tribe, one of the Four Great Tribes of Norsmund, a nation that borders the Kingdom, deemed to be the land of brutes and savages. As the Duke of Regalia marches with his army to defend the disputed land of Kurlon, the barbarians have taken such an opportune moment to launch another incursion near the eastern border of Regalia near the town of Flendle, with the intention of dividing his army. However, despite accepting the town and the surrounding local lords' territories as lost cause in the war in favor of Kurlon– a newly discovered territory bountiful with veins of iron and other minerals– the Duke tasks his third son, Lord Velmund Walruse, along with his retinue, the Order of the Raven Knights, to fend off the attack. Now faced with the plight of defending the border town against a 5,000-strong Norsmundi army with his few yet skilled knights, along with an ill-equipped and undermanned militia, Lord Velmund has no choice but to fulfill his duty as a noble, relying upon his wits and his few but capable retainers to survive his first battle at the tender age of sixteen summers and winters. Contrary to his timid, youthful, and innocent appearance, however, lies his sly and scheming nature, evident by his fondness of dark magical arts specializing in illusion spells. Nevertheless, he himself has no idea of what he is capable of, and what he is destined to become. Meanwhile, further east at the frontier with Norsmund, a plot hatches to ensnare the Duke within the clutches of his treacherous vassals. Not only his life is threatened by these schemes, but his sons Theo and Varus as well. With this scheme put into motion, the Duke and Velmund's siblings, Varus and Theo, would taste fate's twisted humor, with the former meeting his demise in a blaze of glory amidst the field of battle, and the latter two vanishing in incidents shrouded by mysteries. With the death of the patriarch of Regalia and his heirs' disappearance, the young lord who was initially third in line for the succession of the ducal seat became its temporary occupant. And thus, the tale of him and his court begins… CHAPTER RELEASE: January 1st at 12:00 UTC
SlothfulChronicler · 627.6K Views

Entre Sombras y Poder

Beatriz, la duquesa de una de las casas más poderosas del reino, vive atrapada en un matrimonio sin amor con Winston, el temido Duque de York. Su esposo, conocido por su crueldad y su capacidad para matar sin titubear, es respetado y temido por todos, incluido el rey. El matrimonio entre ellos fue un acuerdo político, un intercambio de poder entre familias, sin espacio para el amor o el consentimiento de Beatriz. Desde su boda, su vida ha sido una prisión dorada, marcada por la distancia emocional y el constante desprecio. Winston no oculta sus infidelidades, y su relación con Clara, una sirvienta arrogante y descarada, se convierte en una humillación constante para Beatriz. Clara disfruta del favor del duque, se sienta en su regazo, lo acaricia y ríe con él frente a los ojos de Beatriz, sin importarle lo que esta piense. Mientras Winston se regodea en su desprecio, Beatriz observa en silencio, con la furia ardiendo en su interior. Esa noche, durante la cena, Winston lleva su desprecio a un nuevo nivel. En un gran comedor iluminado por candelabros dorados y rodeado de lujos, hace que Clara se siente en su regazo mientras continúa la velada sin ningún pudor. Los sirvientes, testigos del espectáculo de humillación, no se atreven a levantar la mirada. Beatriz, sentada al otro extremo de la mesa, mantiene una apariencia serena, pero su interior hierve con rabia contenida, como un volcán a punto de explotar. Beatriz ha soportado esta farsa durante demasiado tiempo. Aunque Winston la ve como una esposa sumisa y débil, su calma esconde una mente afilada y un espíritu indomable. Mientras Winston se regocija en su crueldad, Beatriz comienza a trazar en silencio un plan. Sabe que la paciencia puede ser una poderosa arma, y aunque todos temen al duque, Winston subestima a la mujer que lleva años ignorando. Pronto, Beatriz aprenderá a jugar su propio juego de poder. La cena, aparentemente rutinaria, podría marcar el principio de un cambio. Esta noche, Beatriz decidirá si sigue siendo un peón en el tablero de Winston, o si finalmente toma el control y se convierte en la jugadora maestra en el gran juego del poder.
Shelvy_Aguiar · 411 Views
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