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The God of War Calen Storm Cat Got Your Tongue?
Astra stood motionless as Calen walked away, his figure disappearing into the distance. Her heart thudded in her chest, a mix of gratitude, admiration, and something she dared not name. Despite his cold demeanor, the memory of him standing up for her filled her with a warmth she hadn’t felt in a long time.She quickly averted her gaze, chastising herself silently. No, Astra. You can't think like this. He's far above your station—untouchable. But no matter how much she told herself to ignore it, the image of Calen’s unwavering expression lingered in her mind.Meanwhile, at the military camp, Calen returned to the camp, his coat draped over his arm. His steps were steady, and his face betrayed no emotion, but his presence carried an undeniable authority. Whispers had already spread among the soldiers about the spectacle in the Frost courtyard.“Did you hear what happened?”“Calen Storm stood up to Lady Lila herself!”“They say he defied her in front of the entire household!”Calen ignor
The God of War Calen Storm Dark Magic
Calen’s fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his body began to emit faint sparks of electricity that crackled and danced across his skin. The static energy intensified, and within moments, arcs of lightning coursed around him, illuminating his soaked figure with an almost divine brilliance.The air grew heavy, charged with an ominous electricity, and the sky outside the hall darkened unnaturally fast. A deep rumble of thunder echoed, causing the walls to tremble slightly. Soldiers who had been mocking him moments ago froze in place, their faces turning pale as they exchanged nervous glances.“What’s happening?” someone whispered.“It’s him,” another said, trembling. “It’s Storm. He’s—he’s doing this.”Evan’s smirk faltered, his expression shifting from arrogance to unease. He took a step back, his hand instinctively moving to the hilt of his sword. The other soldiers who had joined in his mockery began retreating, their confidence crumbling under the sheer for
The God of War Calen Storm Perfect Match
The morning sun hung high in the sky as Calen stepped into the military training grounds, his usual quiet determination etched on his face. Yet, something felt different. The air was heavy with whispers, and the soldiers who once sparred or trained alongside him now kept their distance, throwing furtive glances his way."Is it true?" one soldier murmured to another."They say he dabbled in dark magic," came the hushed reply."But he defeated Evan. How could someone like that need dark magic?""That’s precisely why. No one gets that strong overnight unless there's something unnatural about it."Calen ignored the stares and whispers, his expression calm but his jaw clenched. He knew rumors were spreading, but he had no time for petty gossip. The military exams were only two days away, and he needed to focus. If he failed here, everything he had worked for would be in vain.He picked up his practice sword and began his drills, his movements sharp and precise. Sweat dripped from his brow
The God of War Calen Storm The High Priest
The sun was setting as Calen returned to his quarters, his body aching from the day's grueling military training. However, his steps slowed as he noticed a group of men standing in front of his door. They wore simple yet distinctive robes, bearing the insignia of the temple—an intricate symbol of a sun rising over an open book.One of them, a tall man with a stern face, stepped forward. “Calen Storm, you are summoned by High Priest Eldric Azrael. He awaits you in the Tower of Light.”Calen’s brows furrowed in confusion. “What does he want with me? Has something happened?”The men exchanged glances but remained silent. “We are only here to escort you. Please follow us.”Realizing that pressing them for answers was futile, Calen nodded. He climbed into the ornate carriage waiting nearby, its polished black frame adorned with silver detailing. The ride was silent, save for the clatter of hooves against the cobblestone roads as they headed toward the easternmost part of the palace complex
The God of War Calen Storm The Rumors
Calen stood in the center of the room, his stormy gray eyes scanning his surroundings. The room was eerily quiet, save for the faint hum of energy emanating from the holy symbols etched into the walls. The furnishings were sparse but pristine: a single bed with crisp white sheets, a polished wooden chair, and a doorway leading to a small private bathroom. It felt like a gilded prison—luxurious but suffocating.As the heavy door shut behind him with a resounding click, he turned toward the small window cut into the door. “When will the ritual tests begin?” he demanded, his voice sharp with barely restrained anger.A priest on the other side, his face obscured by the shadow of his hood, responded in a monotone. “The time will come when the gods deem it so. Until then, remain here. And do not attempt anything foolish. This chamber is sanctified. No power, dark or otherwise, will function within these walls.”Calen clenched his jaw as the priest walked away, leaving him alone in the silen
The God of War Calen Storm Calen’s Path
Calen paced back and forth in the small, confining room until his legs grew heavy and his mind clouded with fatigue. Unable to bear the endless waiting and frustration any longer, he sat down on the cold, hard bed and leaned back against the wall. The oppressive silence of the room seemed to press on him from all sides, and eventually, his eyes grew heavy. Despite his best efforts to stay alert, sleep claimed him.Calen found himself standing in a vast, golden field. The wind was warm, carrying with it a sense of peace he hadn’t felt in years. The sky above was a brilliant mix of oranges and purples, the colors of a setting sun. He looked down at himself and realized he was no longer in the restrictive room of the Tower of Light; he was free, dressed in simple yet regal attire that felt oddly familiar.In the distance, a lone figure approached. The man’s steps were steady, his posture tall and commanding. His face was weathered but kind, his silver hair glinting in the light of the se
The God of War Calen Storm Killed
Only the sound of Calen Storm's ragged breathing and his stumbling footsteps echoed through the stillness of the forest. He kept glancing over his shoulder, his pursuers now close enough for him to hear their mocking laughter. Calen cursed his frail legs for failing to carry him faster."Where do you think you’re going, loser? No matter where you run, we’ll find you!" one of the masked men shouted."Come here, little rat!" another taunted.Even though their faces were hidden, Calen knew they were sent by his wife Lila Frost's family. They wanted him to divorce Lila, but he had refused. Calen was sure they intended to kill him to make Lila a widow. The swords they carried bore the Frost family crest, a dead giveaway.Calen loved his wife, and their marriage was something his late father, Aldric Storm, had wanted. Lila was a beautiful woman from a noble family in Aerondale, her father a minister. It was only natural that Calen, the son of Aerondale's greatest and most legendary general,
The God of War Calen Storm Calen’s Funeral
Calen's fingers twitched weakly at first, as if testing whether life still lingered within him. Then, like a sudden spark igniting a dry forest, a surge of energy erupted from deep within. It wasn’t painful; it was exhilarating, an all-consuming warmth that radiated from his core, spreading outward to every inch of his battered body.The warmth flowed to his chest, seeping into the gaping wound where the blade had pierced. The pain that had been his constant companion faded, replaced by a soothing sensation as his skin knit itself back together. Bruises vanished, torn muscles mended, and broken bones realigned with a satisfying crack. His heart, which had nearly faltered, now beat with an almost thunderous rhythm, steady and strong.A voice—soft yet commanding—echoed in his mind once more, urging him onward.“Rise.”Calen’s hand moved instinctively toward the sword lying just out of reach. As his fingers closed around the hilt, a jolt of power surged through him, more intense than bef
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Calen’s Path
Calen paced back and forth in the small, confining room until his legs grew heavy and his mind clouded with fatigue. Unable to bear the endless waiting and frustration any longer, he sat down on the cold, hard bed and leaned back against the wall. The oppressive silence of the room seemed to press on him from all sides, and eventually, his eyes grew heavy. Despite his best efforts to stay alert, sleep claimed him.Calen found himself standing in a vast, golden field. The wind was warm, carrying with it a sense of peace he hadn’t felt in years. The sky above was a brilliant mix of oranges and purples, the colors of a setting sun. He looked down at himself and realized he was no longer in the restrictive room of the Tower of Light; he was free, dressed in simple yet regal attire that felt oddly familiar.In the distance, a lone figure approached. The man’s steps were steady, his posture tall and commanding. His face was weathered but kind, his silver hair glinting in the light of the se
The Rumors
Calen stood in the center of the room, his stormy gray eyes scanning his surroundings. The room was eerily quiet, save for the faint hum of energy emanating from the holy symbols etched into the walls. The furnishings were sparse but pristine: a single bed with crisp white sheets, a polished wooden chair, and a doorway leading to a small private bathroom. It felt like a gilded prison—luxurious but suffocating.As the heavy door shut behind him with a resounding click, he turned toward the small window cut into the door. “When will the ritual tests begin?” he demanded, his voice sharp with barely restrained anger.A priest on the other side, his face obscured by the shadow of his hood, responded in a monotone. “The time will come when the gods deem it so. Until then, remain here. And do not attempt anything foolish. This chamber is sanctified. No power, dark or otherwise, will function within these walls.”Calen clenched his jaw as the priest walked away, leaving him alone in the silen
The High Priest
The sun was setting as Calen returned to his quarters, his body aching from the day's grueling military training. However, his steps slowed as he noticed a group of men standing in front of his door. They wore simple yet distinctive robes, bearing the insignia of the temple—an intricate symbol of a sun rising over an open book.One of them, a tall man with a stern face, stepped forward. “Calen Storm, you are summoned by High Priest Eldric Azrael. He awaits you in the Tower of Light.”Calen’s brows furrowed in confusion. “What does he want with me? Has something happened?”The men exchanged glances but remained silent. “We are only here to escort you. Please follow us.”Realizing that pressing them for answers was futile, Calen nodded. He climbed into the ornate carriage waiting nearby, its polished black frame adorned with silver detailing. The ride was silent, save for the clatter of hooves against the cobblestone roads as they headed toward the easternmost part of the palace complex
Perfect Match
The morning sun hung high in the sky as Calen stepped into the military training grounds, his usual quiet determination etched on his face. Yet, something felt different. The air was heavy with whispers, and the soldiers who once sparred or trained alongside him now kept their distance, throwing furtive glances his way."Is it true?" one soldier murmured to another."They say he dabbled in dark magic," came the hushed reply."But he defeated Evan. How could someone like that need dark magic?""That’s precisely why. No one gets that strong overnight unless there's something unnatural about it."Calen ignored the stares and whispers, his expression calm but his jaw clenched. He knew rumors were spreading, but he had no time for petty gossip. The military exams were only two days away, and he needed to focus. If he failed here, everything he had worked for would be in vain.He picked up his practice sword and began his drills, his movements sharp and precise. Sweat dripped from his brow
Dark Magic
Calen’s fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his body began to emit faint sparks of electricity that crackled and danced across his skin. The static energy intensified, and within moments, arcs of lightning coursed around him, illuminating his soaked figure with an almost divine brilliance.The air grew heavy, charged with an ominous electricity, and the sky outside the hall darkened unnaturally fast. A deep rumble of thunder echoed, causing the walls to tremble slightly. Soldiers who had been mocking him moments ago froze in place, their faces turning pale as they exchanged nervous glances.“What’s happening?” someone whispered.“It’s him,” another said, trembling. “It’s Storm. He’s—he’s doing this.”Evan’s smirk faltered, his expression shifting from arrogance to unease. He took a step back, his hand instinctively moving to the hilt of his sword. The other soldiers who had joined in his mockery began retreating, their confidence crumbling under the sheer for
Cat Got Your Tongue?
Astra stood motionless as Calen walked away, his figure disappearing into the distance. Her heart thudded in her chest, a mix of gratitude, admiration, and something she dared not name. Despite his cold demeanor, the memory of him standing up for her filled her with a warmth she hadn’t felt in a long time.She quickly averted her gaze, chastising herself silently. No, Astra. You can't think like this. He's far above your station—untouchable. But no matter how much she told herself to ignore it, the image of Calen’s unwavering expression lingered in her mind.Meanwhile, at the military camp, Calen returned to the camp, his coat draped over his arm. His steps were steady, and his face betrayed no emotion, but his presence carried an undeniable authority. Whispers had already spread among the soldiers about the spectacle in the Frost courtyard.“Did you hear what happened?”“Calen Storm stood up to Lady Lila herself!”“They say he defied her in front of the entire household!”Calen ignor
Humiliate Her
The scorching midday sun bore down on the courtyard as the servants gathered, whispering amongst themselves. The air buzzed with gossip and speculation, their eyes darting toward Astra, whose hands were bound, dressed in a plain white prison uniform. Her face was pale, her head bowed, as the murmurs around her grew louder."She’s only been here a few days," one servant whispered. "Do you really think she’d risk breaking the rules so soon?""Maybe she’s not as innocent as she looks," another scoffed. "Who knows what she’s been up to with the military men?""And the rumors say it’s someone important," someone else chimed in. "But he’s not here. Figures. Probably ashamed of being caught."Astra stood silently in the center of the gathering, trembling but saying nothing. Her wrists burned where the rough rope chafed against her skin. The executioner, a burly man holding a long whip, awaited the signal to begin.Under a shaded pavilion, Lila Frost sat elegantly, a parasol shielding her fro
Divorce?
Astra froze, her heart pounding as she stood in the shadow of Lila’s fury. She had barely been in the Frost household for a day, and now she found herself at the center of a storm she didn’t understand."N-Nona, I swear, I only met him earlier today!" Astra stammered, clutching her hands tightly in front of her.Lila stepped closer, her eyes sharp and accusing. "Don’t lie to me, Astra. A servant doesn’t just meet Calen Storm and end up with his coat. What were you doing with him? What’s your connection?"Astra shook her head vehemently, her voice trembling. "I’m telling the truth, My Lady! I went to the wrong bathhouse by mistake, and he was there. I was... I didn’t have proper clothes, and he lent me his coat. That’s all!"Lila’s expression hardened, disbelief etched on her face. "You expect me to believe that? A mistake in the bathhouse, and he just gave you his coat? Do you think I’m a fool?"Tears pricked Astra’s eyes. She dropped to her knees, bowing her head low in desperation.
Enough!
Calen finished dressing and walked out of the military bathhouse, his steps steady and purposeful as his thoughts remained elsewhere—on the storm, his newfound power, and what it meant for his future.Meanwhile, the servant woman from earlier quickly exited the military bathhouse as well, clutching Calen’s oversized coat around her shoulders. She headed toward the correct servants’ bathhouse, her face still flushed with embarrassment. As she approached, she encountered a young soldier who appeared to be on cleaning duty near the servants’ quarters."Excuse me," she said, stopping him. "That man back there in the bathhouse... who is he?"The soldier raised an eyebrow, surprised by her ignorance. "You mean you don’t know? That’s Calen Storm. The son of Aldric Storm."Her eyes widened. "Calen Storm? I’ve heard that name before.""Everyone has," the soldier replied with a mix of admiration and gossiping glee. "He’s been the talk of the barracks—and the entire court—lately. Did you know he
