All Chapters of THE FORGOTTEN SON-IN-LAW : Chapter 121
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Chapter One hundred and ten
The battlefield was silent, save for the whisper of the mist swirling around them.Selene stood frozen, her sword hanging limp at her side, as the man she loved — the man she had crossed oceans and burned kingdoms to save — now stood crowned in shadows and golden light.Adrian’s power radiated outward, pressing against her like a physical force.Every masked warrior had dropped to one knee, heads bowed in perfect obedience.And half of her own soldiers — men and women who had sworn their lives to Selene — now knelt as well, their faces blank, eyes clouded with unnatural darkness.“No…” Selene’s voice cracked.Her heart hammered in her chest.“Adrian, stop this. Please.”Adrian’s gaze swept over the battlefield like a king surveying his domain.When his eyes finally settled on her, there was a flicker of emotion — a ghost of the man she knew — before it vanished beneath icy detachment.“You came for me,” he said simply, his voice deep and resonant, carrying over the mist.“I knew you w
Chapter One hundred and eleven
The camp was a broken thing.What had been a proud army only days ago was now scattered clusters of soldiers tending wounds, whispering prayers, and burying their dead.The air was thick with grief and the sour stench of blood.Selene stood apart from it all, her cloak wrapped tightly around her shoulders.She stared at the river they’d barely escaped across, the mist still curling above its surface like grasping fingers.Somewhere beyond that mist, Adrian ruled an army of shadows.Somewhere beyond that mist, he was slipping further away from her.I should have reached him, she thought bitterly, clenching her fists until her nails bit into her palms.I should have pulled him back.But instead, she’d been forced to run — leaving him to the darkness.Behind her, footsteps crunched on the frost-hardened earth.Kael approached, his expression grim, a parchment clutched in his hand.“They’ve begun deserting,” he said without preamble.“Not in droves yet, but… enough.”Selene didn’t turn. “
Chapter One hundred and twelve
The camp was silent in the hours before dawn, save for the occasional crackle of a dying fire and the soft murmur of soldiers dreaming, or haunted by nightmares they couldn’t escape.Selene walked through it like a ghost, her cloak drawn tightly around her to hide the storm brewing inside her chest.Every step felt heavier than the last.Today, she wasn’t just leading soldiers into battle.She was leading them into the unknown — into the heart of darkness, where even hope might be devoured.At the center of camp, a handful of torches burned in a circle, throwing jagged shadows across the frosted earth.Kael and Darion were already there, waiting. Darion paced like a caged animal, while Kael stood perfectly still, arms crossed, his face calm but tense.Selene stepped into the circle and raised her voice.“Before us lies a path few would dare to tread,” she began, her gaze sweeping across the warriors gathered before her.“Beyond that river is not merely an enemy camp, but a fortress of
One hundred and thirteen
The forest thinned into a barren stretch of blackened earth, charred trees jutting up like skeletal fingers.The mist was thicker here, swirling in unnatural patterns, whispering as though it carried a thousand voices.Selene slowed her pace, raising a fist to halt the group.“This is it,” she said, her voice low but carrying.“Beyond this point, we’re within sight of the enemy camp.”The warriors shifted uneasily, hands tightening on their weapons.The oppressive atmosphere seemed to squeeze the very breath from their lungs.Kael crouched, brushing his fingers across the burnt soil.“Nothing grows here,” he murmured.“Not even death wants to linger.”Darion grunted. “Cheerful observation.”Selene ignored them both, her eyes fixed on the looming shape in the distance — a fortress of black stone rising from the earth like a jagged wound.Faint lights flickered in its towers, and the sound of drums echoed faintly across the wasteland.Her heart clenched. Adrian is there.Captain Maris u
Chapter One hundred and fourteen
The hall trembled as the massive doors slammed shut behind Selene, Kael, and Darion.The blue flames flickered violently, casting twisted, dancing shadows across the black stone walls.The air was heavy, oppressive, as though the fortress itself was holding its breath.At the far end, Adrian stood tall, his silhouette a dark, regal figure framed by the throne of shadows.His armor gleamed with an otherworldly sheen, black and crimson, runes crawling faintly across its surface like living veins.His sword rested casually in his hand, but Selene could feel the raw power radiating from him.Her heart ached at the sight. This is not who you are, Adrian…The Master’s laughter slithered through the chamber, cold and cruel.“The prodigal queen returns,” he hissed, his formless shadow stretching along the walls.“To save her king… or to destroy him.”“Enough!” Selene snapped, her voice ringing with defiance.Her hand trembled slightly as she raised her blade, but her eyes were steady.“This e
Chapter One hundred and fifteen
The black stone throne cracked apart with a thunderous boom, sending jagged shards skittering across the hall.The entire fortress groaned as if it were a living thing in its death throes.Walls split open, vomiting clouds of dust and shadow.Selene tightened her grip on Adrian, her heart hammering.“Adrian, we have to move! Now!”Adrian swayed against her, his breath ragged. The darkness that had once surged through his veins was ebbing, leaving him pale and trembling.Kael grabbed Selene’s arm, his face streaked with grime and blood.“The whole place is coming down around us. If we don’t run, we die here.”Darion stumbled to his feet, spitting blood.“And if we do run, we might still die.”He glanced toward Adrian, his jaw tightening. “Especially if he can’t keep up.”Adrian’s head lifted, his voice hoarse but steady.“I… can move,” he rasped. “Just… don’t let me fall.”Selene brushed a strand of sweat-damp hair from his face, her gaze fierce.“I won’t.”They tore through the hall a
Chapter One hundred and sixteen
The dawn sky was a pale gray, streaked with faint hints of crimson, as if the world itself still bled from the night’s battle.The survivors stumbled through the mist, their clothes torn and their faces drawn tight with exhaustion.Selene led the way, her arm wrapped protectively around Adrian’s waist.He leaned on her heavily, his every step slow and shaky, but his jaw was set in quiet determination.Darion trudged behind them, silent and grim, his greatsword slung over his back.His eyes were hollow, dark with unspoken rage and grief.When the sprawl of tents came into view beyond the next ridge, a murmur went through the weary group.The campfires were still lit, sending thin tendrils of smoke into the morning air.It should have felt like safety.Instead, Selene felt a chill run down her spine.Something was wrong.As they crossed into the outer perimeter, guards rushed forward — soldiers who had been left behind to hold the camp.One of them gasped when he saw Adrian, then quickl
Chapter One hundred and seventeen
The camp was quiet, eerily so.The unrest from the previous day had settled into a fragile, uneasy calm.Morning mist curled between the tents, carrying the metallic tang of blood and smoke.Selene sat beside Adrian’s cot inside the command tent, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.Adrian’s breathing was shallow but steady, his face pale against the dark furs.Though the darkness had been driven from his body, it had left scars deeper than the eye could see.“Adrian…” she whispered, brushing her fingers against his cheek.His eyelids fluttered, and he stirred, a low groan escaping his lips.“Selene.”Relief flooded her chest so sharply it hurt.“I’m here. You’re safe now.”But as his eyes opened, there was a shadow in their depths — a flicker of something cold and foreign.Darion entered, ducking under the tent flap. His broad frame seemed too large for the space.“How is he?” Darion asked, his voice softer than usual.“He’s awake,” Selene said, though her tone was tight with worry.
Chapter One hundred and eighteen
The night before the march was too still, too silent.The campfire smoke curled into the sky like ghostly fingers, and every soldier moved with a quiet tension, whispering instead of speaking aloud.Selene stood outside Adrian’s tent, staring at the darkened fabric as if sheer will could reveal what lay inside.Every instinct screamed at her to go to him, to pull him away from the darkness clawing at his soul.But she hesitated.Because if she looked into his eyes and saw only the Master staring back… she didn’t know if her heart could bear it.Darion appeared at her side, his massive frame a shadow among shadows.“You haven’t slept,” he rumbled.Selene didn’t turn to look at him.“Neither have you.”He grunted in reluctant agreement, folding his arms across his chest.“The men are ready to march at dawn. But they’re afraid, Selene. Afraid of the Master… and of Adrian.”Selene’s jaw tightened.“They should be afraid of the Master. Not Adrian.”Darion gave her a look, grim and unyieldi
Chapter One hundred and nineteen
The northern cliffs loomed like jagged teeth against a blood-red horizon.The air was heavy with the stench of ash and iron, and even the wind seemed to move reluctantly, as though unwilling to disturb this cursed place.Selene reined in her horse at the ridge, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the dark expanse below.There, shrouded in mist and shadow, lay the Master’s fortress — a monstrous structure that seemed to have grown out of the earth itself.Its spires twisted toward the sky like claws trying to tear open the heavens.Behind her, the army shifted uneasily, their breath visible in the frigid air.Every man and woman knew that the ground they stood on might soon become their grave.Darion approached, his boots crunching on the frosted earth.“Never thought I’d see a place that makes the underworld look friendly,” he muttered, his hand resting on his sword hilt.Selene didn’t answer.Her gaze was fixed on the fortress, but her mind was on Adrian.Adrian sat astride his horse,