inching deeper and deeper until he no longer touched or sensed it. Until this moment. The island pulsed in the tip of his finger. Undercurrents of power created a new echo across the ground, surprising him.
Fresh, vibrant power had awakened the island, a force equal to the mage who had caged him in this prison long ago. Strong magic he could use for the escape he’d waited centuries to gain. Remembered pleasure tore blustery cries from him, howling up to the top of the spire. Excitement blossomed from that seedling embedded inside him.
Tsk, tsk . He always had access to the island’s various energies. However, this new energy proved distinctive. Unsullied, luminous, fed through the gems buried throughout the island—other crystals he was unable to touch or draw near without suffering grave loss to the cells of his finite form. The more energy he soaked up, the blacker his soul became until the earthy force smothered it completely. The stones had destroyed his human form until nothing remained but particles. Evil shards that coalesced and did the bidding of the mind he managed to retain.
He surveyed the dead crystal cavern he called home. Nay, not home, a temporary respite from the ignorant, small world that shunned him. A prison meant to destroy him. He blew out a whooshing laugh, fueling the fire burning on the river’s surface at the far end of his sanctuary. Triumph replaced the heart no longer beating inside him. It pounded a steady rhythm of ecstasy through the diminutive part that remained human.
In response, a human skull screamed at him silently from across the bubbling pools, its mouth a gaping maw of teeth.
WindWraith’s fingers burned. Particles of his shape disintegrated. He held onto the buried crystals, depleting their magic, conquering the island at its own defensive tactics. This slight contact was all he could afford and he needed the energy boost. Needed it to locate the being that possessed such power to awaken the island he threatened into sleep eons ago. The one being that whispered across the twilight of his dreams, and lent him hope. The pure and ancient body from his homeland that promised to take him to the decaying world of the future, where he could exact his revenge on those who lived off his sacrifice.
Oh, yes. The world would finally welcome him home and rejoice at his second coming.
A glorious second vessel had arrived on his wicked paradise.
Chapter 7
Shockwaves rolled through Ryan, but the bombshell to his system was unable to crush the yearning Morgan’s touch incited. He sure as hell couldn’t hide the evidence behind the snip of leather covering his groin. Ignoring his outlandish desire, he coiled his fingers around Morgan’s wrist and glowered down at the ring of strange symbols and the crystal that continued to shoot beams of lavender. Pain receded as her healing lips rasped over his burning skin. The bond he’d sensed to her in his dream, to the brink of lunacy, became real. A tangible thing he touched in the prickly air between them, smelled on her pale, creamy skin. Fragrant and airy, her Druid fire tangled with his fire magic bursting up to dance with hers.
She leaned into the rich, raw energy and shuddered from the impact. Power rumbled beneath the ground, washing pure, aromatic earthiness over him. Desire stoked his internal fire. As Morgan finished her whispered incantation, he felt her power’s invitation, like a vault door unlocking. With a mental kick, he prodded the door wide. Elemental air and earthen power spattered inside him. Defensively, his innate magic quashed it, but not before ten seconds of paradise streamed in his blood.
Ryan’s jaw tightened, his shock yielding to anger. He managed to slam the door shut on her magic, hiding the key in a cranny of his soul. “What did you do to me?”
The amulet’s gem flared brighter, casting a faint glow in Morgan’s eyes. Who was this sorceress who made his tightly wound body lose
Fresh, vibrant power had awakened the island, a force equal to the mage who had caged him in this prison long ago. Strong magic he could use for the escape he’d waited centuries to gain. Remembered pleasure tore blustery cries from him, howling up to the top of the spire. Excitement blossomed from that seedling embedded inside him.
Tsk, tsk . He always had access to the island’s various energies. However, this new energy proved distinctive. Unsullied, luminous, fed through the gems buried throughout the island—other crystals he was unable to touch or draw near without suffering grave loss to the cells of his finite form. The more energy he soaked up, the blacker his soul became until the earthy force smothered it completely. The stones had destroyed his human form until nothing remained but particles. Evil shards that coalesced and did the bidding of the mind he managed to retain.
He surveyed the dead crystal cavern he called home. Nay, not home, a temporary respite from the ignorant, small world that shunned him. A prison meant to destroy him. He blew out a whooshing laugh, fueling the fire burning on the river’s surface at the far end of his sanctuary. Triumph replaced the heart no longer beating inside him. It pounded a steady rhythm of ecstasy through the diminutive part that remained human.
In response, a human skull screamed at him silently from across the bubbling pools, its mouth a gaping maw of teeth.
WindWraith’s fingers burned. Particles of his shape disintegrated. He held onto the buried crystals, depleting their magic, conquering the island at its own defensive tactics. This slight contact was all he could afford and he needed the energy boost. Needed it to locate the being that possessed such power to awaken the island he threatened into sleep eons ago. The one being that whispered across the twilight of his dreams, and lent him hope. The pure and ancient body from his homeland that promised to take him to the decaying world of the future, where he could exact his revenge on those who lived off his sacrifice.
Oh, yes. The world would finally welcome him home and rejoice at his second coming.
A glorious second vessel had arrived on his wicked paradise.
Chapter 7
Shockwaves rolled through Ryan, but the bombshell to his system was unable to crush the yearning Morgan’s touch incited. He sure as hell couldn’t hide the evidence behind the snip of leather covering his groin. Ignoring his outlandish desire, he coiled his fingers around Morgan’s wrist and glowered down at the ring of strange symbols and the crystal that continued to shoot beams of lavender. Pain receded as her healing lips rasped over his burning skin. The bond he’d sensed to her in his dream, to the brink of lunacy, became real. A tangible thing he touched in the prickly air between them, smelled on her pale, creamy skin. Fragrant and airy, her Druid fire tangled with his fire magic bursting up to dance with hers.
She leaned into the rich, raw energy and shuddered from the impact. Power rumbled beneath the ground, washing pure, aromatic earthiness over him. Desire stoked his internal fire. As Morgan finished her whispered incantation, he felt her power’s invitation, like a vault door unlocking. With a mental kick, he prodded the door wide. Elemental air and earthen power spattered inside him. Defensively, his innate magic quashed it, but not before ten seconds of paradise streamed in his blood.
Ryan’s jaw tightened, his shock yielding to anger. He managed to slam the door shut on her magic, hiding the key in a cranny of his soul. “What did you do to me?”
The amulet’s gem flared brighter, casting a faint glow in Morgan’s eyes. Who was this sorceress who made his tightly wound body lose
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