DEADALUS author of AETHERBORN

CHAPTER 163

The man’s words hung in the room like a death knell.

“You see, my dear lord, some Lost Ones seem to have lost their way and wandered into your home.”

Ravencourt’s face drained of all color. He looked as though he might faint, his trembling hands gripping the edge of his...

CHAPTER 162

The door swung open with an eerie creak, and the man strode in as though the room were his stage. His gait was unhurried, almost lazy, his hands tucked into the deep pockets of his sleek coat. He moved with the kind of confidence that wasn’t taught but inherent, born from the absolute kn...

VAMPIRE LORD - CHAPTER 1

Ash curled through the night sky, glowing embers dancing against the blood-red clouds.

Alistair stood just behind the front line, perched on a stone outcrop near the breached gate. His guards, eight of them, all armored in darkplate and cloaked in crimson, formed a tight ring around ...

CHAPTER 161

Thorne’s mind was in turmoil, the voices around him fading into a faint buzz. His thoughts spun as he tried to place the overwhelming presence he now felt. It loomed over him like a storm cloud, oppressive and inescapable, yet the source wasn’t immediately visible.

He couldn’t ...

CHAPTER 160

Their eyes remained locked across the grand room, but Thorne’s focus was shattered as an older noble approached him, cutting through the gathering crowd with an outstretched hand and an overly polished grin.

“Lord Silverbane! A pleasure, a true pleasure,” the man effused, his e...

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Writing Book 3 the Aetherhold Arc  has been immensely fun… but also one of the most challenging things I’ve done so far.

Suddenly, the world of Aetherborn exploded in scope. I had to come up with kingdoms, new characters, lo...

CHAPTER 159

“No.”

Thorne said, his voice low, tight, barely containing the fury threatening to boil over.

Uncle’s smirk didn’t waver. He closed his ledger with a soft snap and set it on the small table beside him, leaning back in his chair as if he had just made a perfectly reasona...

CHAPTER 158

Thorne leaned heavily against the barrel, the weight of Jonah’s command pressing down on him. He felt the sharpness of Darius’s glare, cutting deep. Jonah’s calm but unyielding tone made it clear that evasion wasn’t an option. Not entirely.

The silence stretched as Thorne tri...

CHAPTER 157

The silence that followed was deafening. It wasn’t just the absence of Rafe’s jeers or the lack of scuffling feet, it was the stillness that came after violence. A stillness filled with judgment.

Thorne stood amidst the wreckage, his chest rising and falling with every ragged bre...

CHAPTER 156

The moment seemed to freeze. Thorne’s eyes locked on the cruel smirk of the Lost One, his dagger ready to slit Jonah’s throat.

Jonah’s bruised, terrified face stared back at him, helpless and resigned. Something inside Thorne snapped, breaking apart the careful restraint he had...

CHAPTER 155

Thorne, Darius, and Ben strode into the warehouse, their footsteps echoing ominously on the creaky wooden floor. The faint tang of salt mixed with the acrid stench of damp wood and old sweat, making the air oppressive. Moonlight streamed through cracks in the warehouse roof, casting jagged...

CHAPTER 154

The shop was quiet, save for the occasional creak of wood settling in the cool night air. Thorne sat across from Ben, the faint glow of the last candle casting flickering shadows on the walls. The cheap wine between them had been untouched for a while now. Thorne had said everything, about...

CHAPTER 153

The water construct loomed before Thorne, its semi-translucent form shifting with every ripple of the waves behind it. It didn’t move like a person but flowed, liquid yet somehow held together by an invisible force. The intricate threads of aether wove through its form, making it ...

CHAPTER 152

“Uncle is waiting for you.”

Thorne asked for a moment to get dressed and collect himself. Arletta nodded crisply, stepping out of the room with measured grace. Before following, Sid lingered in the doorway, his eyes locking onto Thorne’s with a mixture of caution and urgency. T...

CHAPTER 151

The next time Thorne opened his eyes, the world greeted him with a muted haze. Strength, faint but present, pulsed through his body. A shadow of his usual vitality but enough to remind him he was alive.

He lay still for a moment, unwilling to break the fragile peace. The ache in his ...

CHAPTER 150

Thorne soared through the sky, carried aloft by wings woven of pure, shimmering aether. Colors blazed around him, a sky painted in hues of violet, pink, and amber as the sun dipped below the horizon. The golden light draped his skin, and the aether currents felt like silk rushing over his ...

CHAPTER 149

A surge of pure euphoria filled Thorne, every pulse of aether coursing through him, setting his veins ablaze with raw, untamed power.

He felt invincible, as if he’d finally unlocked the truest, most boundless version of himself.

 Even Sid’s wounded form was a fading me...

CHAPTER 148

Thorne’s vision blurred as he stared at Sid, his chest hollowing with dread. Panic clawed its way up his throat, his heartbeat hammering in his ears so fiercely it almost drowned out the beast’s enraged growls. Only one thought cut through the fog choking his mind.  

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CHAPTER 147

The soft morning light filtered through the cracks in the worn-out lighthouse, casting long shadows over the dusty floor. Thorne stood at the edge of the room, watching the waves far below crash against the jagged rocks. The rhythmic pounding of the sea usually calmed him, but today, his m...

BONUS CHAPTER - CHASING BUTTERFLIES

Eliza had seen many terrible things in her time with the guild. She had watched men and women break under torture, had seen recruits die in training, had slit throats in the dark and felt the warmth of life fade beneath her hands. But nothing had shaken her like Thorne’s final trial....

CHAPTER 146

Thorne sat at the edge of the old lighthouse, his secret hideout, watching the sunrise spill across the horizon. The first light of day crept over the sea, turning the water gold, the waves catching the light in a way that should’ve felt calming. But inside, all he felt was a storm. ...

CHAPTER 145

The room swirled in a hazy fog of smoke, seductive music, and the clink of expensive glassware. Thorne had been mingling for hours, moving through the crowd with practiced ease, though the faces and voices around him were little more than a blur of false smiles and probing eyes.  

CHAPTER 144

A groan escaped his lips, low and strained. His head pounded, and for a fleeting moment, Thorne was blissfully lost, unaware of where he was or what had happened. He blinked groggily, the dull throb of his skull sharpening as reality forced itself back into focus.  

The dark roo...

CHAPTER 143

Thorne stood, watching with cold detachment as Vance methodically dismantled Cynthia. Every strike, every feint, was delivered with precise intent. Vance had transformed into something lethal, his movements almost mechanical in their efficiency. Thorne’s eyes followed his old friend with...

CHAPTER 142

Thorne stood frozen in place, the echoes of Cassandra’s screams still bouncing off the cold stone walls of the lair. His heart was a hard knot in his chest, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, crumpled on the floor next to Devon’s lifeless body. The room was filled with the ...

CHAPTER 141

Thorne’s breath hitched as Rielle raised her bow, her eyes locked on him with cold precision. His muscles tensed, and before he could even blink, an arrow whistled past his head, close enough for him to feel the sharp wind from its flight. His reflexes kicked in, and he dove to the side,...

CHAPTER 140

Selene laughed, the sound bright and infectious, making everyone at the table pause and look at her in wonder. Even Jonah, who usually had something snarky to say, was caught off guard, a smitten look on his face. 

Thorne quickly kicked Jonah under the table to snap him out of i...

CHAPTER 139

Thorne awoke with a groan, the world swimming back into focus. The first thing he saw was Selene’s worried face hovering above him. Her eyes, wide with concern, locked onto his, and before he could stop himself, a goofy smile spread across his face.  

Of course, the first ...