Page 102 of Stolen
Then,I feel it.
A flash of terror.
Of pain.
Of wild, defiant fury, burning from across the bond like a lightning strike straight to my heart.
“Myrrin,” I choke.
I can feel Jules through the zareth, as I have every night since I’ve been at battle.
But this time, she isn’t sending me feelings of warmth, peace, and solace.
This time she’s afraid.
She’s scared, but she’s fighting.
For the Eyrie. For me. For us.
They’ve reached her.
“What is it, Alaric?” Kael asks.
“They’re storming the Eyrie! And I swear on every god imaginable, if she is hurt, there will benowheresafe in Nightfall for Idris and his SoulTakers!”
The vow tears from my chest, primal and deadly. My roar ripples across the battlefield like a shockwave, shaking tents, flattening grass, and making even seasoned warriors flinch. The sky trembles in response. Magic answers me, thick in the air, crackling like a coming storm.
Without waiting for permission or another word, I swap skins.
My bodyeruptswith heat.
Bones shatter and reform. Scales slice through skin as power roars to the surface. My wings unfurl with a deafening thunderclap, blotting out the moonlight. My horns spiral forward with a hiss of magic. My tail lashes behind me like a serpent made of obsidian.
I rise—massive, ancient, unstoppable.
I am Dragon.
I am Death to those who threaten what’s mine.
Kael doesn’t hesitate. “Go! We will follow!”
He plunges a dagger into the air, and his form dissolves into pure vapor, swept upward in a roaring gust of wind.
Thorne, Lord of Fire, becomes a living pyre. Smoke pours from his eyes as his body melts into living ash, carried on currents only he can command.
Dagan slams his rune-carved hammer to the ground, and stone answers. Earth splits, surging up to carry him like a wave, the glowing sigils on his skin pulsing like a second heartbeat.
Together, we rise.
The Lords of Nightfall.
The realmfeelsus coming.
Winds scream. Trees bow. Magic bends and burns at our command.
The veil of reality begins to warp beneath our speed—space folding, time unraveling in streaks of silver and shadow.
Mountains blur.
