All Chapters of LIROIDS: Chapter 71
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The Stranger of Acron
The night the wind carried Kamro to Cellok, the stars seemed to dim as if watching closely.He had come from the ruined borders of Dren, one of Dendra’s shining realms, or so he claimed.But even before he spoke, Night Liroid knew something was off.His hair was a strange weave of color; brown fading to black at the edges, not the gold or honey of those who bore Dendra’s charm.And his eyes… grass-green, alive, unblinking.No Dendran carried eyes that color.Liroids were trained to read ancestry by the smallest details: eyes, hair, the tilt of bone, and yet Kamro’s appearance bent every rule.Still, there was something disarming in him: a patience that unsettled her, and a quietness that drew her closer.So she believed him, hesitantly, as all cautious hearts eventually do.They spent days together, walking through the crumbling courtyards of Acron, beneath the fading statues of heroes and queens long forgotten.She spoke of Liroid guilds and the endless hierarchy; he listened as thou
The Quiet Before the Flame
The moon hung pale over Cellok that night,Its light falling through the lattice of the House of Black Liroid,turning every shadow silver.Inside, the air was heavy with the remnants of an argument.The lilies in the wall carvings seemed to listen, their dark veins faintly glowing.Black sat first, folding her hands upon the table where the feast lay untouched.“Forgive my daughter,” she said softly, her voice lined with exhaustion.“Von’s words were cruel, but her pain runs deep.Evilside took the man she loved, and what was left in her was only spite and her child, Asia.The girl is ten now, already training to be an assassin.”Night’s jaw tightened.“I know,” she said quietly. “Von is angry because she couldn’t bring herself to obey the Law, and the Law punished her for it.She thinks hating me will ease that pain.”Kamro, who had sat silent through the storm, finally spoke, his tone gentle but certain.“Pain does not choose its shape. Some wear it as grief; others, as anger.Resp
The Choice Beneath the Lilies
The Temple of Evilside rose like an obsidian crown above Cellok,Its spires were veined with silver light that pulsed as if the building itself were alive.Inside, lilies from the sacred Tree lined the corridors, their faint glow breathing with each heartbeat of the divine.Night Liroid walked among the worshippers with Kamro at her side.Every priestess who looked upon him felt a flicker of unease, something in his presence that did not belong,a shadow too ancient, a stillness too deep.Yet, one by one, they dismissed the feeling, for who among them would question a Liroid’s chosen?At the heart of the temple, they met High Priestess Moon, her long dark hair cascading like a river of night,and Lady Nonia, radiant still, though the years had folded softly upon her.Nonia’s smile was gentle when she embraced Night.“Your mother wrote of your coming,” she said. “I see your eyes hold the same fire that mine once did.”They spoke softly through the morning rites,but when the hymns fade
The Blade and the Bloodline
The fifth year came with a quiet dawn.Cellok’s sky was bruised with storm-light, the lilies of Evilside’s tree trembling as though they knew what day it was.From the hills, the temple bells tolled low, a sound that echoed through every Liroid heart, reminding them of what could never be defied.Night Liroid stood before her house in silence.The morning wind tangled her hair, and at her side stood Kamro, his gaze calm as always, green eyes glinting with peace she could not understand.Their two daughters, Doom and Venom, watched from the steps, clutching each other’s hands.Then the air shifted.Shadows lengthened across the courtyard.And from within them stepped Evilside, her presence a weight that bent the lilies toward the ground.At her heel walked a young Liroid, Slice, one of the Hunting Dogs, his blade sheathed but his eyes sharp.Nonia Liroid was already there, summoned as a witness.Beside her stood her daughter, Perish, and High priestess Moon, silent and pale beneath the
The Gods Who Watched
The moment Kamro’s blood touched the lilies of Cellok,The heavens shifted.Across the veil of realms, the divine threads shivered,an ancient warning traveling through the lattice of creation.Evilside had made her move,and the gods were watching.The Court of the Old GodsIn the radiant halls of Dendra, god of beauty and mischief, laughter echoed first.It rolled like silver bells, light and mocking.The god lounged upon his throne of light and water, his hair bright as sunfire.“So,” he said, grinning, “the goddess of lilies has played her hand again.Delia, my dear, your husband Tan will be furious.”Delia, his guest, once Tan’s favorite, now radiant in calm defiance, smiled faintly.“He already is,” she said. “But rage is his oldest song. Let him sing it.”Tania, her daughter by Tan and now Dendra’s favored wife, stepped closer, her voice like tempered silk.“Serves him right. Mother warned him…he should never have meddled with the Liroids again.Now his own blood stains their t
The Daughters of the Blade
The House of Night Liroid stood like a black monument against Cellok’s violet dawn.Its towers were carved from the bones of the old fortress of Acron,each wall etched with lilies and crescents, reminders of both devotion and debt.Within, two daughters of mixed blood walked separate paths.The EldestVenom Liroid, eldest daughter of Night and Kamro,had already fulfilled the law that governed her line.She was married to a Liroid of noble standing, a strategist from the House of Xylem,and had recently birthed a daughter, Asin,a bright-eyed child whose Tar mark shimmered with faint green at its edge.The child laughed often.She reminded Night too much of Kamro.Venom came to visit that morning,carrying Asin in her arms and wearing the quiet pride of a mother who had survived the law’s years without grief.Her steps echoed through the stone halls until she found her motherin the upper chamber where the lilies grew thickest.There, Doom, the younger sister, was already seated, sil
The Stranger of Ember Eyes
The night winds over Cellok carried the scent of rain and steel when Doom Liroid received her first command.She was to travel beyond the lilies’ lands, to the trading citadel of Verrad,where a noble rumored to betray Evilside’s temple had taken refuge.It was not a high-risk mission, yet it was hers alone, a test of patience, stealth, and restraint.She left before dawn.Her mother’s blessing was wordless, her sister’s farewell cool.Only the lilies at the gates bowed their heads as she passed,their glow fading into shadow behind her.Verrad was a city of crimson banners and echoing halls.Doom moved through it like a ghost,until one evening in the tavern courtyard, she met a man whose presence broke her rhythm.He was tall, broad-shouldered, his hair the color of flame at dusk,a rare, arresting red that caught the lantern light.His eyes were a quiet gray, unreadable, and when he smiled,it was the kind of smile that belonged to someone who knew how to hide the truth.He called
The Vow of Vashra
The lilies in the House of Night glowed dimly that evening,their silver veins humming with whispers from Evilside’s temple.Night Liroid stood at the head of the long table, her daughters on either side.Between them lay a sealed letter bound in violet wax, the mark of Rebellion,Evilside’s artisan and commander of the guild transfers.“It has been decided,” Night said.“Your cousin, Snake Eyes, is to leave for Vashra.She has been reassigned from the Assassins Guild to the Artisans, under Rebellion’s tutelage.Her wedding will be arranged there.”Venom’s brow furrowed.“Snake Eyes? She’s barely come of age.The harem of Vashra is full of cunning wives and older queens.They’ll tear her apart.”Night’s voice remained calm.“She’s strong, blood and mind both.Her training with the assassins made her sharp enough for any court.Rebellion believes she will not only survive but rise.Perhaps even as Queen of Vashra one day.”Doom’s fingers traced the wax seal absently, her voice low.“Th
The Ice Wall Broken
The Temple of Lilies shimmered that day brighter than it had in years.From the highest spire of Cellok, bells tolled, deep, resonant, and full of silver light.It was Snake Eyes’ wedding day, the first union to be sanctioned since the decree of the thirteenth generation.The courtyards overflowed with Liroids, assassins and priests, artisans and hunters,each wearing their guild mark stitched into silk.Lilies of violet and shadow bloomed along the marble paths, their scent thick as starlight.Night Liroid, regal in obsidian and silver, stood among her daughters as the guests arrived.Beside her was Venom, radiant and smiling, her daughter Asin tugging at her gown.And a little apart, as ever, stood Doom, silent, poised, unreadable, with Rhel beside her.His presence drew curious glances.That hair, like living flame.That composure, too still for a mortal.Even the priests murmured, wondering which bloodline he hailed from.When the wedding hymns began, the high priestesses took the
The Laughter of Lilies
The dawn over Cellok was pale and golden,its light filtering through the temple’s great crystal windows.Every corridor of the House of Night Liroid stirred with preparations,silks being laid out, lilies being woven into garlands,the scent of incense curling through the air like a living thing.In the center hall, the famed Liroid wedding dress had arrived,a creation of shimmering midnight fabric stitched with lunar threads,It's folds alive with tiny symbols that glowed when touched by warmth.It was said to have been woven by the hands of High Priestess Moon herself,to honor both Evilside and the bride’s bloodline.The Family GathersSlad Liroid, husband to Venom and Doom’s brother-in-law,had returned two days earlier from the Intelligence Guild.A mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he circled the dress like a strategist examining a battle map.“I’ll admit,” he said, grinning, “I never thought our icy Doom would find someone brave enough to melt her.”Venom’s eyes flashed