Harbingers of Blood

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  • The Forging of Ivor Dragonheart-Chapter 2

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    The Forging of Ivor Dragonheart Chapter II — The Turning There is no gentle way to die. There are only ways that teach faster. The battle was one of those small wars that no poet keeps. No crowns hung on it, no cities fell. It was fought for a harvest no one would live to…

  • When Oberon’s Fury Broke the Realm

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    When Oberon’s Fury Broke the Realm 8th day of August, the year of our Source 2011 Arch Oberon made his proclamation tonight. The words were dressed in ceremony, inked like something meant for a courtroom or a temple, but the tone beneath them was pure fire. His fury was not wild, not uncontrolled. It was…

  • The Devil’s Stone

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    Journal of the Arch — 17 June, Year of Our Source 2011 The Devil’s Stone 17th of June, the Year of Our Source 2011 Father came to me tonight in the flesh. Not as that sweeping pressure across the Mantle or the whisper through stone — no. He walked into my chamber as though the…

  • When Shadows Remember

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    When Shadows Remember She waited in the outer chamber, sensing others gathering within the ancient hall.The night breathed like a living thing—slow and sultry, a pulse that felt almost human.She inhaled the crisp air, tasting jasmine and rose upon her tongue. And she was afraid. Not of death. Born of the Sidhe, she would never…

  • The Devil and the Daughter

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    The Devil and the Daughter January 21, the Year of Our Source 2013 Tonight, my interview with my Father was released to the realm.They will call it a discourse, a glimpse into the mind of the Source.But for me, it was a reckoning — an encounter with the hand that shaped the marrow of my…

  • Blessed Are the Misfits

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    Blessed Are the Misfits Chapter 1: The Unseen Ones 1:1 To those who never saw themselves in stained glass—your reflection is not absent. It is hidden in the serpent’s eye. 1:2 To those whose names were not spoken in temples—we call you now by your true name: Beloved. Rebel. Divine. 1:3 The world said you…

  • On the Nature of the Thirst

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    Journal of Zoe Alastor-Braveheart On the Nature of the Thirst There was a time when the thought of blood repulsed me. I remember the first breath after my turning—the taste of copper on the air, the way my own heartbeat seemed to mock me as it slowed. I swore I would starve before I fed.…

  • Of Monsters and Mirrors

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    Of Monsters and Mirrors Journal of ZoeBlue Alastor-Braveheart, Arch of Harbingers of Blood They call us monsters.They whisper it like a spell meant to protect them — as if naming the darkness keeps it from noticing their scent. But I have walked among them long enough to know: mortals do not fear monsters because we…

  • The Fire That Reforged Me

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    The Fire That Reforged Me With a shimmer she drops from the branches of her favorite birch tree and resumes the human form she has worn for centuries now. Like many of the immortal races, she finds comfort in things that stay the same as the mortal world changes around them. The morning air held…

  • Zoe & The Shaman

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    Zoe & The Shaman The wind off the Atlantic carried the scent of salt and pine resin as Zoe walked the narrow coastal path.The sea glimmered far below, black and silver beneath the moon’s dim eye.Each step she took was deliberate, soundless—bare feet pressing against the cold earth. She had left her shoes at the…