All Chapters of THE FORGOTTEN SON-IN-LAW : Chapter 221
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Chapter One hundred and Ten
The Ghost of KingsThe great hall of Orren was a cathedral of shadows.Frost glittered along the pillars like veins of glass, catching the dull gold of the torches Varin had lit. The air smelled of iron and old magic — the kind that lingered long after the last spell was cast, as if the stones themselves refused to forget.Selene moved slowly through the chamber, her steps echoing like whispers between the walls. Each breath she took rose in faint, silver clouds.“This place…” she murmured. “It feels alive.”“It is,” Varin replied from behind her. “Orren was built on the blood of seers. The stones remember everything that happens within them — every oath, every death, every betrayal.”She turned, watching him as he stripped off his gauntlets. His face looked older now than she remembered — not by years, but by weight.His once-black hair was silvered, his armor dented and dulled by countless unseen wars.“You said you still served Adrian,” she said quietly. “Then tell me the truth, V
Chapter Two hundred and Eleven
When the Walls RememberThe wind had sharpened into a scream.Selene stood by the window slit, her breath fogging against the cold stone, as the howling outside rose to a pitch that seemed almost alive.Varin had gone still — utterly still — one hand resting on the hilt of his sword, his head tilted slightly toward the sound.“They’ve found us,” he murmured.Before she could ask how, the first impact shook the outer gates. A thunderous clang rang through the citadel, followed by another, and another — rhythmic, purposeful.Selene’s pulse quickened. “How many?”Varin’s eyes glinted. “Too many.”He turned to her with a look that cut through hesitation. “Stay behind me.”“I won’t,” she snapped. “I didn’t come this far to hide behind anyone’s blade.”The faintest hint of a smile touched his lips — grim, approving. “Then you remember what it means to be queen after all.”The torches flickered as they moved toward the great doors of the hall. Snow drifted down from the cracks in the roof,
Chapter Two hundred and Twelve
The Edge of the BlightSilence.That was the first thing Adrian heard — not the peaceful kind, but a hollow, suffocating void that pressed against his ears until even his heartbeat seemed stolen. The world around him was black, though not empty. It pulsed faintly, as though the dark itself were alive — breathing, watching, waiting.When he moved, the air rippled like tar. His boots didn’t touch the ground; there was no ground, only a shifting haze that swallowed every trace of light. He couldn’t tell where the horizon ended or if one existed at all. The Blight — he knew it without needing to think. The barrier between realms. The grave of gods and dreams.He tried to speak. “Selene—”But the name died before it reached his lips, the sound devoured by the dark.Something cold coiled around his wrist, a whisper in the dark silk of the void. He jerked his arm away, but the tendril dissolved, leaving behind a sting that burned with a strange familiarity — not pain, but memory.“Do you
Chapter Two hundred and Thirteen
The Pulse Between WorldsThe first thing Selene felt was pain — not her own, but something deeper, older, echoing from a place beyond sight. It thrummed through her veins like the toll of a distant bell. She gasped and clutched her chest, staggering as the battlefield around her blurred.“High Priestess!” one of the Veyne soldiers called, but she barely heard him. Her mind was elsewhere — caught between two worlds.For a heartbeat, she saw nothing but shadow. Then — light. A flare of white fire bursting through the dark, so bright it tore through the edges of her consciousness. And within it… Adrian.His name didn’t leave her lips, but her soul screamed it.Adrian.He was alive.The certainty hit her like lightning. She had feared — though she never said it aloud — that when the void swallowed him, he’d been lost forever. The Blight had a hunger that devoured not only bodies but souls. But now, she felt him like a heartbeat in her chest — ragged, desperate, but burning still.She s
Chapter Two hundred and Fourteen
The Man Who Stepped Out of the VoidThe world was black fire.It moved, it breathed — but not like wind or water. It was hungry.Adrian opened his eyes into that living dark and felt it watching him. The Blight wasn’t a place; it was a pulse, a vast, devouring will that wanted to make him part of its silence.He stood — or thought he did. There was no ground, no sky, just a shifting horizon of ash and glass. His body flickered between shadow and flesh, his breath steaming like smoke. When he reached for his chest, his hand sank into faint light instead of skin.Not dead.Not alive either.The voice came from everywhere — and nowhere. You defied the Master once. You defied peace itself.Adrian turned. Shapes stirred in the dark — faces, hundreds of them, whispering fragments of his own thoughts back at him.You were her blade. You were her betrayal. You were her undoing.“Enough,” he said hoarsely. His voice echoed like thunder cracking in a vacuum. “You’re not real.”The whispers lau
Chapter Two hundred and Fifteen
The Master StirsDeep beneath the earth, where no prayer had ever reached, the Blight coiled like a sleeping god.Its voice had no sound. Its breath had no air. It existed in that infinite stillness between one heartbeat and the next — the silence of things forgotten.And then… it shook.A ripple passed through the void — faint at first, like a pebble dropped into an endless well. But then came the echo — a return.Something had left.Something that was not supposed to.The Master opened his eyes.They were not eyes as mortals knew them, but vast pools of liquid black, swirling with shapes of all who had ever fallen into his dominion.Souls drifted there, whispering fragments of prayers that never reached heaven.He sat upon his throne of bone and shadow — the Throne of Silence — and for the first time in eons, the quiet broke.“He lives.”The words came not from lips but from everywhere — a chorus of his servants’ voices layered through him. The Blight shuddered, uncertain.Across th
Chapter One hundred and Sixteen
Dreams of the DevourerThe first night after his return, Adrian did not sleep — he fell.He didn’t know when it began. One moment he was seated near the dying fire in the ruins of Orren, his sword across his knees, eyes fixed on the horizon that refused to lighten. The next, the world slipped away like sand through his fingers.Then — silence.He opened his eyes to find himself standing once again in the Blight. But this time, it wasn’t the formless void he remembered. It had structure. Towers of ash. Rivers of silver flame. The landscape breathed in rhythm with his pulse.It was his dream — but not entirely his own.“Still running from ghosts?”The voice rolled through the dark like slow thunder. Adrian turned. The Master stood a few paces away, though the space between them seemed infinite — a gulf carved not by distance, but by will.The figure was draped in black that swallowed all light. Only his eyes burned, twin embers within the endless dark.Adrian’s first instinct was to re
Chapter One hundred and Seventeen
The Shadow Between UsThe dawn came pale and thin over the ruins of Orren, as if the sun itself hesitated to rise upon what it might find.Selene stood at the edge of the broken courtyard, her cloak drawn tight against the cold, though the chill that troubled her came not from the air, but from something deeper — something that had begun the moment Adrian woke from his nightmare.He had said three words. He’s coming through us.And ever since, the air has changed.The wind no longer carried the scent of dust and ruin, but a strange metallic tang — like lightning just before a storm. The ground trembled at times, subtly, rhythmically, as if echoing a heartbeat not their own.She turned to look at him.Adrian sat a few yards away, head bowed, the golden light of the fire painting his features in fragile amber. He looked human — but the shadows clung too closely to him now, moving with his breath, rippling faintly like smoke across his shoulders. His eyes, when they caught the light,
Chapter Two hundred and Eighteen
The Fracture of LightThe world narrowed to a heartbeat — Adrian’s heartbeat — wild, uneven, echoing like thunder in her chest.Selene pressed her palms against his shoulders, light blooming beneath her skin as she tried to steady the energy surging through him. But the power didn’t just pulse within him anymore; it leaked from his veins, rippling into the air in waves of gold and shadow.“Adrian, listen to me!” she cried. “You have to fight it!”His body convulsed. The ground around them cracked open, faint arcs of energy clawing at the air like living things. Every time she tried to push the darkness back, it pushed harder — as though testing her strength, tasting her resistance.And then came the whisper.Not from him.From within her own mind.“He is not your enemy, child. You cannot save him by dividing what was meant to be whole.”Selene clenched her teeth. “Get out of my head!”The whisper laughed softly, almost tenderly.“You called upon the light once to save him. Do you no
Chapter Two hundred and Nineteen
The Seers of ThalenorThe dawn broke like a wound that refused to heal.Selene rode hard through the ashen forest, the wind tearing at her cloak, her arms tight around Adrian’s limp form. His skin burned cold against her, alternating between feverish heat and deathly chill — as though two worlds warred beneath his flesh.Every few breaths, his body shuddered. Once, he murmured her name — not as a plea, but as if it were the only anchor left keeping him tethered to life.The sight of him — this man who had faced gods and darkness alike — reduced to trembling silence made her throat tighten. But she did not cry. Not yet.Ahead, the trees thinned, giving way to the valley of Thalenor — a place that shimmered faintly even in daylight, as if refusing to belong to the mortal world.The air itself hummed with quiet resonance. And there, at the valley’s heart, stood the marble arches of the Seers’ Sanctuary — veined with silver, half-buried in ivy and fog.As she dismounted, her legs nearly