All Chapters of THE FORGOTTEN SON-IN-LAW : Chapter 351
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380: The Moment That Almost Happened
Grace didn’t remember much from her first class.Her pen moved. Her eyes stared. Her mind drifted somewhere entirely different.Every time she blinked, she felt Jordan’s fingertips brushing hers again—the warmth, the hesitation, the quiet promise in the space between them.It was dangerous how one touch could replay itself all day.When class finally ended, she took her time packing her bag, hoping the air outside the lecture hall would clear her head.It didn’t.Because Jordan was waiting.Not leaning casually. Not pretending to be passing by.He was standing there like he’d made a decision—and she was the only person he was looking for.Her heart skipped.“Hey,” he said softly.“Hey,” she replied, trying to sound normal and absolutely failing.He noticed. Of course he noticed.“You’re avoiding eye contact,” he said.Grace blinked. “No, I’m not.”“You are,” he said, stepping a little closer. “You do that when you’re overwhelmed.”Her cheeks warmed. “I’m not overwhelmed.”Jordan raise
381: When Shadows March
The warning horns echoed through the capital like a scream torn from the earth itself. Adrian burst onto the palace balcony, Kael and the captains at his heels, only to be met with a sight that made even seasoned warriors pale.Across the horizon, the night itself was moving.A vast tide of darkness rippled toward the city walls, an army not made of flesh but of twisting silhouettes — shifting, slithering, writhing like living smoke. Black banners fluttered above them, marked with the rose of Julian’s bloodline. The air vibrated with unnatural cold, as though the world’s very heartbeat faltered.Kael gripped his sword tighter.“Majesty… this is no siege. This is an omen.”Adrian didn’t blink. “Ready the defenses. Light every barrier rune we have.”“But the walls—”“Do it.” His voice brooked no argument.Kael rushed off, shouting orders down the battlements as soldiers scrambled to their stations. Torches snapped to life, runes carved into the stone flaring white. But the light only ma
382: The First Strike
The night sky burned black.Adrian galloped across the front lines, the wind ripping at his cloak as the horizon twisted with an unnatural storm. The battlefield sprawled before him like a wounded beast — jagged, trembling, alive with shadows that slithered across the ground in defiance of the moonlight.“Form ranks!” Adrian ordered, his sword drawn, its silver flame hissing in the cold air.Rows of soldiers tightened their formations, shields locked, spears poised. But even they could feel it — the wrongness in the wind, the chill that sank deeper than winter. This was no ordinary enemy. This was Julian’s return call.Kael rode up beside him, face steel-hard.“Scouts report hundreds — possibly thousands.”Adrian’s gaze narrowed.“No. Not thousands. Look.”The shadows on the horizon weren’t marching. They were flowing, like a tide ready to swallow the world.A horn blared. Steel rippled. Men swallowed their fear.Then the darkness surged.Adrian’s sword flared as the first wave struck
383: The Hidden Threat
The battlefield writhed like a living nightmare.Adrian rode at the vanguard, his sword blazing with silver fire as the black-bannered horde advanced. The shadows moved like soldiers, but their bodies flickered and crawled, shaped by Julian’s corrupt will.A horn blared behind him.“Majesty!” Kael shouted over the roar of the wind. “Their numbers doubled within minutes— they’re growing from the dark!”Adrian grit his teeth and raised his sword. “Hold the line!”The first wave crashed into them. Shadow-creatures screamed without lungs, their claws icy and real. Adrian’s blade tore through them, light searing darkness into ash, but for every one that fell, two more crawled from the earth.He slashed through another, chest heaving——and suddenly froze.For an instant, the battlefield flickered. Every soldier, every shadow, every sound vanished.Instead, he heard Selene.A distant gasp.A faint cry.A whisper of terror in the bond between them.Adrian staggered, gripping his head.“Selene
384: The Shadow Crown
Selene’s world was no longer real.She was trapped in a hall of endless mirrors, each reflecting a version of herself she barely recognized: terrified, hollow-eyed, crowned in black, hands trembling as black veins coiled across her skin.Julian moved through the reflections as though he owned the space. His form was solid, yet constantly shifting — a wraith of desire and malice.“You see?” he said, voice soft, intimate, cruel. “Each one of these… is you. The parts you hide, the parts you fear, the parts you could never show Adrian.”Selene tried to run. Her footsteps echoed endlessly. Her scream caught in her throat. “I am not yours! I will never be yours!”Julian’s smile widened, stretching impossibly across his pale face.“You already are. Every moment of fear, every flash of doubt, every heartbeat tied to him — it binds you to me. You cannot escape.”The mirrors began to shatter, the shards lifting and twisting around her like black fire. One by one, each reflection screamed her na
385: Fires of Resolve
The palace courtyard smoldered in the aftermath of the first wave. Ash drifted like snow, and the stench of burnt shadow lingered in the cold night air. Adrian stood at the central ridge, surveying the devastation. His silver blade had cut through dozens of the enemy, but the horizon still rippled with movement — Julian’s army was far from spent.Kael rode up, voice tight. “Majesty… they regroup faster than we anticipated. It’s as if the shadows feed on fear and chaos.”Adrian’s jaw clenched. “Then we give them none.” His eyes scanned the remaining forces, noting gaps, weak points, and the soldiers’ exhaustion. “Prepare the inner battlements. Archers, flank the east ridge. If Julian wants the city, he’ll have to pass through fire first.”Kael hesitated. “Majesty… Selene… she survived, but—”“I know,” Adrian interrupted, the weight of both the battlefield and Selene’s struggle pressing on him. “She’s not safe. Not yet. But neither is the kingdom. We cannot falter.”The first tendrils o
386: United Against the Shadows
The capital burned. Smoke curled into the sky, carrying with it the scent of ash, metal, and fear. The shadow army advanced relentlessly, a black tide that seemed to grow with every heartbeat, every whisper of despair from the surviving soldiers.Adrian rode at the forefront, his silver blade carving streaks of light through the darkness. His armor was scorched, his cloak torn, but his eyes burned with unwavering resolve. Every strike of his sword was precise, deliberate — a message to the shadows that the king would not falter.“Adrian!” Kael shouted, pointing toward the palace gates. “The inner courtyard — the queen is holding her ground, but she cannot fight them all alone!”Adrian’s chest tightened. Selene. Her name was a drumbeat in his mind, a constant pull he couldn’t ignore. He spurred his horse forward, dodging tendrils of shadow that clawed at the city walls, each one whispering her name in seductive malice.Selene at the GatesSelene stood at the palace gates, her scar glow
387: The Shadow’s Dagger
The city’s ruins glimmered under a cold dawn, smoke curling like dark fingers across the horizon. Adrian and Selene stood atop the palace walls, surveying the shattered streets below. The shadow army had been driven back, but the air still pulsed with a dangerous quiet — the kind that warned of another strike.Adrian’s hand rested on his sword hilt, his gaze sharp, unyielding. “He’s regrouping,” he said, voice low. “Julian will not stay away for long. He’s waiting… watching.”Selene tightened her grip on the silver-black energy in her hands. Her scar throbbed faintly — a reminder that Julian’s reach had not ended, that the battle had only paused. “I can feel him,” she whispered. “He’s close… too close. And he’s… inside me, still. I can sense it.”Adrian’s jaw clenched. “Then we make sure this time, he doesn’t get the chance to touch you — not in any way.”A Dagger in the DarkThat night, the palace was quiet. Too quiet. Lanterns flickered in the corridors, the distant clatter of soldi
388: The Heart of Shadows
The city’s heart trembled under a silence that screamed of impending doom. Smoke still clung to the spires of the palace, drifting into the early morning sky, yet a new shadow moved within it — one that pulsed with intelligence, malice, and a singular purpose. Julian had returned, not as whispers or projections, but as a storm descending upon the city itself.Adrian stood atop the western battlements, gaze fixed on the horizon. The streets below were eerily empty, the air thick with tension. Soldiers huddled behind barricades, eyes wide with fear. They had survived the first wave, but Julian’s presence was no longer subtle — it was tangible, suffocating, and relentless.“Majesty,” Kael said, voice tight with urgency. “He’s targeting the heart of the city — the palace plaza. His shadows… they’re no longer simple projections. They’re learning, adapting. Every soldier we place in defense disappears or turns against us within moments.”Adrian’s jaw tightened. “Then we go to them. No more
389: The Shadow’s Heartbeat
The city slept in uneasy silence, the kind that pressed against every windowpane and whispered fear into every alley. But sleep was a lie — Julian’s presence pulsed through the streets, unseen yet undeniably near. His whispers slithered through the minds of the weary, the frightened, and, most dangerously, through Selene herself.Selene paced the inner courtyard, her scar glowing faintly beneath the layers of her sleeve. Every pulse of shadow energy left a burn on her skin, a reminder that Julian was not defeated, only delayed. The memory of the last battle haunted her — the dagger, the whispers, the suffocating pull on her mind.“You belong to me… your power, your body, your soul…”She closed her eyes, pressing her palms to her temples. “I do not. I am mine. I am mine. I am mine.”Even as she spoke, her hands flared with silver-black energy, her veins throbbing in unison with the scar’s pulse. But a tremor ran through her chest — Julian was there, inside her, testing her limits, stre