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The Girl on the Roof
Author: Cedar Karamy
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Gideon sat in his room, accompanied by the flickering light of an oil lamp. Before him lay the red cloth he had always kept, a remnant of a past he could never release. Yet that night, his mind was not on Sarmila.

His thoughts were consumed by Arven.

"That boy," Gideon muttered, his fingers tapping against the table. "Why did I feel that way?"

He recalled Arven’s gaze by the gate. It was not sharp. It was not angry. Just calm, far too calm for a high school boy. Yet beneath that stillness lay s
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    The hospital room was quiet that afternoon. Kiana sat beside Serena's bed, her hand gently clasping the girl's. Arven stood near the window, letting Kiana speak first."Tell me everything," Kiana said softly. "I'm here to listen."Serena looked at Kiana, then turned her gaze toward Arven. Her eyes were still red, though her tears had dried. Taking a deep breath, she began to speak."That night, I went to a hotel on the outskirts of town. I was brought there by a broker, a man who said he could help me get money. I needed the money, Kiana. My father has prostate cancer. The surgery is expensive, and I have no one else to turn to."Kiana squeezed Serena's hand tighter."The broker told me there was a wealthy man willing to help me, but I had to meet him at the hotel. I knew it wasn't right, but I was desperate." Serena lowered her head. "I went into the room. The lights were dim. I couldn't see his face clearly. But from his voice, and from what the broker told me ... it was Leander."A

  • The Girl on the Roof

    Gideon sat in his room, accompanied by the flickering light of an oil lamp. Before him lay the red cloth he had always kept, a remnant of a past he could never release. Yet that night, his mind was not on Sarmila.His thoughts were consumed by Arven."That boy," Gideon muttered, his fingers tapping against the table. "Why did I feel that way?"He recalled Arven’s gaze by the gate. It was not sharp. It was not angry. Just calm, far too calm for a high school boy. Yet beneath that stillness lay something that made Gideon shudder. Something he could not explain. Like standing at the edge of a deep abyss, oblivious to what lay below."His face," Gideon continued. "He bears no resemblance to Ajiman. Nor Sarmila. Where did the boy get such striking features?"Gideon stood up and walked to the window. Outside, the night in Valdoria felt eerily silent. Only the sound of crickets and the wind rustling through the trees broke the quiet."Ajiman could never sire a son like that. Arven's aura is

  • Jealous

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  • The Temptation of Trust

    Davina and Moverick stood at the edge of the first layer of the Forbidden Forest. The toxic mist still swirled slowly before them, but this time they felt no fear. In Davina's hand, a single strand of Ellara’s hair radiated a soft, bluish-white luminescence—bright enough to force the deadly vapors aside.The mist parted, carving out a wide path ahead. It was as if the gloom itself dared not touch that radiant thread.Davina stared unblinkingly at the glow cupped in her palm. A strange warmth seeped into her fingertips. It was not the biting heat of fire, but a soothing, quiet warmth—something she had never known in all her years residing within the Shadow Realm."Ellara is hardly powerless," Davina murmured under her breath. "She possesses a rare, hidden magic. One that eclipses even our own as the next generation of the Shadow Realm."Moverick stood beside her, his gaze similarly fixed on the glowing strand. "What we are witnessing is proof," he said. "A single strand of Ellara’s hai

  • The Shadow Guard

    Deep in the Forbidden Forest, beyond the toxic mist and dying trees, Drakon sat upon his throne. Before him, a creature prostrated itself—its form ink-black and its eyes glowing crimson, yet it was unlike the other beasts.This one was different. It was calmer, wiser, and far more loyal. Its name was Morvane, the only being Drakon had forged not from malice, but from the fragile remnants of love still lingering in his heart.Morvane raised its head. "My Lord, I have returned from the mortal realm."Drakon looked down at him. "What did you see?""Gideon attempted another strike at Ajiman's stall," Morvane reported. "I stepped forward to intercept the attack, but refrained. Gideon's black magic recoiled on its own. A formidable protective ward shields the place—it rejected his sorcery and hurled it back into his own body."Drakon raised an eyebrow. "A ward? Who cast it?"Morvane answered, "The boy, Arven, My Lord. Untutored and without guidance, his power matures naturally from within.

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