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The God of War Calen Storm She’s Tortured
Calen’s steps faltered as Astra’s voice, soft and trembling, reached his ears."You… you can’t take me back to the Frost estate right now," she murmured against his chest.His brows furrowed. "What? Why?"Astra hesitated, her breath uneven, her fingers curling slightly against the fabric of his shirt. Shame colored her face as she struggled to get the words out."I… I think I drank something," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "And it’s making my body feel… strange."Calen stiffened. His grip on her remained firm, but his entire body tensed. "Astra," his voice was low, warning. "Don’t tell me you—"She shut her eyes tightly, unable to meet his gaze. Her entire body felt as if it were burning from the inside out, every nerve hypersensitive. It was humiliating. And yet, the unbearable heat wouldn’t stop.Then, before she could second-guess herself, she reached up—and pressed her lips against his.Calen’s breath hitched, his mind going blank for a moment as the unexpected w
The God of War Calen Storm It’s a Perfect Trap
The moment Astra’s lips crashed against his, Calen nearly lost himself.It was different from before—this kiss was hungry, desperate, burning with something uncontrollable. Her fingers clutched at him, her body pressing closer, her heat seeping through his clothes.Damn it.He knew she wasn’t in her right mind, but gods, she was making it impossible to think.His hands instinctively found her bare shoulders, his fingers grazing over the fevered skin. Too warm. Too intoxicating. Too dangerous.Then Astra’s trembling hands slid lower, reaching for the last barrier of her clothing.And for a split second, Calen almost let her.But suddenly—Light flooded the chapel.A harsh, blinding glow filled the once-dark space, illuminating everything.And before either of them could react—A group of people burst into the room.Gasping. Murmuring. Judging.Calen froze in place, still holding Astra in his arms. Astra, whose shoulders were bare, whose body was flush against his, whose lips were still
The God of War Calen Storm He’ll Be Begging to Dissappear
The accusations crashed down upon them like waves against jagged cliffs, unyielding, deafening, merciless."Liars! Deceivers!"The cries swelled, fueled by scandal and self-righteous outrage. The chapel’s once-sacred halls now echoed with venom, its walls pressing in like silent judges.Calen clenched his fists. It didn’t matter what he said. It didn’t matter what the truth was. The people had already chosen what they wanted to believe.His rank, his history, his victories in service—none of it meant anything here.And Astra…She was even more powerless.Just a servant. A shadow in a noble house. Someone to be spoken over, not listened to."Take them!"The order sliced through the air.The guards moved at once. Chains rattled. Hands seized his arms, fingers digging into his skin.Calen’s instincts screamed at him to fight back. But fighting would only seal his fate.With a sharp, piercing glare, he wrenched himself free."I will walk on my own," he declared, his voice cutting through
The God of War Calen Storm We’ll Survive
Astra’s quiet sobs filled the dimly lit prison chamber, her voice trembling with guilt. “If only I hadn’t drunk it… If only I had been more careful…”Her fingers gripped the cold iron bars separating them, her shoulders shaking as tears ran down her cheeks.Calen, sitting on the other side, exhaled sharply, his arms resting on his knees. He hated hearing her like this—so fragile, so broken."Enough," he said, his tone firm but not unkind. "Crying won’t change what’s already happened."Astra flinched, her breath hitching. "But—""Listen to me." Calen’s voice softened just a little. "This isn’t your fault. You were drugged, Astra. Whoever did this planned it down to the last detail. You couldn’t have stopped it."Astra bit her lip, guilt still clouding her expression. "But I—""But nothing," Calen cut in. He turned his head slightly, looking at her through the gaps in the bars. His gaze was steady, unwavering. "They wanted to ruin us. And they would have found another way even if this h
The God of War Calen Storm The Trial Begins
Morning arrived, bleak and merciless.Neither Calen nor Astra had found rest in the suffocating silence of their cells. The weight of their situation bore down on them like an unmovable stone.Astra curled into herself in the corner of her cell, her arms wrapped around her knees, her fingers clutching the fabric of her dress. She stared blankly at the cold, uneven stone floor, her breath shallow. The reality of what awaited her was undeniable—she was nothing but a servant, and worse, a servant despised by Lila Frost.No one would defend her. No one would care if she perished.Calen, sitting opposite her in his own cell, hadn’t closed his eyes either. But his sleeplessness wasn’t due to fear—it was anger. His mind had been working through the night, unraveling the trap they had been caught in, dissecting the details of how Evan Drake had orchestrated this moment with such brutal precision.A sound broke the quiet—the clank of boots against stone.Astra lifted her head slightly, dread c
The God of War Calen Storm The Trial Unfolds
The courtroom was eerily silent as Judge Alistair Godfrey sat behind his grand podium, his sharp gaze fixed upon Calen. The tension in the hall was suffocating, the weight of judgment pressing upon everyone present.No formalities. No unnecessary words.The judge went straight to the point."Calen Storm," his voice was deep, steady, and unwavering. "There are multiple eyewitnesses who claim that you and this servant—" he barely spared Astra a glance, "engaged in improper conduct inside the chapel. I will ask you directly—what happened that night?"Calen lifted his chin. His shackled hands remained steady, but his voice carried the steel of unwavering conviction."I did nothing wrong. And neither did Astra." His gaze flickered toward her for just a moment before he turned back to the judge. "We were set up."The room stirred, murmurs rippling through the audience.Judge Alistair’s expression did not change. "Set up?"Calen gave a firm nod. "Yes. Astra was drugged. Someone gave her an a
The God of War Calen Storm The Test of Truth
A hushed silence fell over the courtroom as Lila Frost entered.Draped in an elegant deep-blue gown, her presence commanded the room effortlessly. The nobles parted for her without hesitation, their whispers dying in their throats.All eyes turned to her.She walked with a slow, deliberate grace, every step echoing across the marble floor, until she stopped right in front of the judge’s podium.Her icy gaze barely flickered toward Astra before she spoke. "I am here because the one on trial is my servant, Astra."Judge Alistair studied her, his expression unreadable. "Are you here to defend her? Or to pay her ransom?"Lila's lips curled into a cold, humorless smile. "Neither." She let the word linger, savoring the weight of it. Then, she turned to the crowd. "I am here to ensure she receives the punishment she deserves."Astra gasped, her eyes widening in sheer horror. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed to her knees, trembling."M-Mistress, please! I didn’t— I swear I didn’t—" her vo
The God of War Calen Storm A Tense Gamble
Judge Alistair exhaled slowly, the weight of the decision pressing upon him like a thousand stones.His sharp gaze flickered between Calen, Veylen, Evan, and Lila. The room was a battlefield of veiled intentions and clashing wills.Finally, he spoke."If the test is conducted and no traces of the aphrodisiac are found, then—""Judge Alistair, with all due respect!"Evan’s voice cut through the air like a blade, sharp and urgent.All heads turned toward him.He stepped forward, a confident smirk playing on his lips, but there was a flicker of unease in his eyes."If you insist on conducting this test, you will be wasting valuable time—your time, the court’s time, and most importantly…" He paused dramatically, then lowered his voice, as if revealing a secret. "You will risk invoking the wrath of the Grand Magus."The murmurs in the court grew louder again.Someone whispered, "That’s true… the Grand Magus is not one to be summoned lightly."Another noble muttered, "They say his anger alo
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The Storm is Coming
Queen Elara Wynn sat motionless before the grand mirror in her private dressing chamber, a room bathed in the soft golden glow of oil lamps. Her gown shimmered like moonlight on water — layers of silver and pale blue silk that cascaded like waves down her form. Her attendants had outdone themselves; no queen had ever looked more regal.And yet, her expression was stone.Her eyes, sharp and resolute, stared back at her reflection — not with vanity, but with grim contemplation. This is it, she thought. The first step into the unknown. The beginning of a very dangerous game.The heavy silence was broken by the soft creak of the door. Seraphina entered, cloaked in midnight blue, flanked by two women in sleek armor — the silent generals of Vynoria, loyal only to their queen. She approached quietly and leaned close, whispering something directly into Elara’s ear.Elara gave a slow, imperceptible nod."I need to speak with the High Priestess," Elara said aloud, rising from her seat.Seraphin
Bitterness is All I Have
Queen Elara’s smile returned to its formal calm as the ceremonial greetings ended.“Seraphina,” she said softly, yet clearly, her voice echoing with quiet command. “Please escort His Majesty and his entourage to their chambers. Ensure they are well taken care of. The soldiers may rest in the prepared barracks. Tonight, we celebrate.”Seraphina bowed her head slightly. “As you wish, Your Majesty.”King Ashford offered a satisfied grin. “Then I shall look forward to this evening. I expect a celebration worthy of a union between kingdoms.”Queen Elara’s expression didn’t falter. “I believe you will find it… unforgettable.”She stepped back slowly, preparing to leave the grand hall. “Until tonight, King Ashford,” she said with a soft, final nod.But just before turning completely, her gaze shifted once more.Not to the king.Not to Seraphina.But to Calen Storm.It was quick, fleeting — yet unmistakable.Her eyes lingered for just a heartbeat too long. Something unreadable passed through
First Meeting
As the first blush of dawn lit the sky in soft hues of gold and rose, the gates of the grand palace of Aerondale creaked open. Trumpets sounded low and regal as the royal procession assembled in the palace courtyard, bathed in the ethereal light of morning. Servants bustled about, tightening saddle straps, checking the gilded wheels of carriages, and ensuring the safety of the heavy, ornate chests filled with gifts fit for a queen.Silks from the East, goldwork from the southern isles, precious gems from Aerondale’s mines—all stacked neatly inside lavishly decorated palanquin, carried by eight men each. These were no mere tributes—they were trophies, flaunting Aerondale’s wealth and power, meant to impress and overwhelm.General Calen Storm sat astride his dark warhorse at the front, armor polished to a mirror sheen, his crimson cloak trimmed in gold fluttering lightly behind him in the wind. His gaze was sharp, scanning the horizon even before the gates had fully opened. He felt the
Secret Plan
As the King turned to give further instructions to his advisors, Calen’s sharp eyes flicked toward General Evan Drake. The man stood there, composed, ever the image of a loyal officer. But there was something in his smile—too calm, too gracious—that set off alarms in Calen’s mind.He volunteered too quickly, Calen thought. Evan Drake doesn’t offer support unless there’s something in it for him.Their eyes met across the courtyard. Evan’s lips curled slightly into a knowing smirk, his gaze unreadable. It wasn’t the expression of a man offering support—it was the expression of someone who had just moved a piece on a hidden chessboard.Calen narrowed his eyes but said nothing. The King had already given his decree. There was no room for protest. Whatever Evan was planning, Calen would have to remain vigilant and trust no one but the men he commanded himself.After the formalities concluded, Calen excused himself from the gathering and made his way to the military wing of the palace. Ther
Jealousy
The sound of wood cracking echoed sharply through the stone corridors of the eastern wing of Aerondale’s military citadel.General Evan Drake stood in his office, his chest heaving, the splinters of a shattered goblet strewn across the floor. The heavy oak table bore a fresh dent from the force of his fist. Papers were scattered—battle plans, intelligence reports, diplomatic records—all now forgotten in the wake of the news that had just reached him.The sharp crack of wood splitting echoed through the stone walls of the eastern military wing as General Evan Drake slammed his fist onto the desk, sending a crystal decanter crashing to the ground. The wine seeped into war maps and strategy scrolls, now forgotten.“He succeeded?” Evan spat, disbelief lacing every word. “Calen Storm succeeded?”His aide stood stiffly by the door, unsure if he should speak. “Yes, General. The Queen of Vynoria has accepted King Ashford’s proposal. The message came directly from General Storm himself. The Ki
The Prize
The morning sun was just beginning to rise over Rivermore as Calen Storm and his two captains, Aldric and Edric, mounted their horses at the palace gates. The crisp air carried the scent of damp earth from the previous night's rain, and the roads glistened faintly with lingering moisture. The three warriors sat tall in their saddles, their cloaks billowing slightly in the cool breeze.The grand city of Rivermore stretched behind them, its towering spires and intricate bridges casting long shadows in the morning light. They had spent weeks within its walls, navigating the careful dance of diplomacy and observation, yet now they were finally departing. The news they carried would change the course of two nations.As they rode through the outskirts of the city, past fields and quiet hamlets still shrouded in early morning mist, Aldric was the first to break the silence. “I still can’t believe Queen Elara agreed to the proposal so easily,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I expected more r
The Guilt
Calen Storm stood tall in the dimly lit chamber, his piercing gaze shifting between his two trusted captains—Aldric and Edric. Their expressions were serious, awaiting his command.“If the queen continues to stall, we must push her,” Calen stated firmly, his voice low yet filled with authority. “We cannot allow her to buy more time. Keep your eyes open and your ears sharp. Observe everything—her movements, the council’s meetings, anything unusual.”Aldric and Edric exchanged brief nods before responding in unison. “Understood, General.”Calen studied them for a moment, then dismissed them with a wave of his hand. He trusted their skills—Aldric was resourceful, and Edric had an eye for the smallest details. If there was any information to uncover, they would find it.When they left, Calen exhaled slowly and ran a hand through his dark hair. He walked toward his bed, unfastening the belt that held his weapons before sitting down on the edge of the mattress. His mind churned, trying to p
This Cannot Happen
Calen watched as Queen Elara trembled, rain-soaked and vulnerable in the middle of the garden. His voice was gentle but firm as he asked, "Your Majesty, are you alright? Do you need me to escort you back to your chamber?"Elara's breath hitched. She couldn't look at him. Her heart pounded so loudly in her chest that she feared he might hear it. The warmth of his hand still lingered on hers, a touch so foreign yet… comforting.No. This cannot happen.Without another word, she turned sharply on her heel and ran. Her soaked dress clung to her as she rushed through the palace gardens, past the lantern-lit corridors, and up the stone steps leading to her chamber. She didn’t dare look back.I cannot fall for him. He is the enemy. A general of Aerondale. A man sent here to see my downfall.Her breathing was ragged when she finally reached her chamber. She slammed the door shut and pressed her back against it, hands clutching the fabric over her racing heart.But the Sacred River…The River h
The Rain
Calen remained hidden in the shadows, his sharp eyes fixed on the stone doorway built into the palace wall. One by one, the priestesses emerged from within, their hoods drawn low over their faces, their expressions grim. Their movements were hurried, almost anxious, as if burdened by something that had just transpired inside.But Queen Elara was not among them.Calen's brows furrowed. What had happened in there? Why was the queen still inside?He stayed rooted to his spot, waiting, watching. Minutes dragged on like hours, the night stretching into silence except for the occasional roll of distant thunder. And then, finally, the door creaked open again.Elara stepped out.Even from a distance, Calen could see that something was wrong. Her posture, usually so poised and commanding, was frail. Her steps were unsteady, and as she passed under the dim glow of a nearby lantern, he caught sight of her face.Tear-streaked. Eyes swollen a
