Hardianarcher

@VBlew I’m so glad you enjoyed the chapter!✨ As for the bracelet…let’s say that it will bring a fresh perspective to Hadrian and Zain’s relationship…

@andy cannon Thank you so much for your comment! If you enjoyed that part the next one won’t disappoint 😉🤞🏼

@Seraph28 🤞🏼😂🫶🏼

@Seraph28 Thank you! Yes, I’ll stick around to finish the story no matter how long it might take 😂 hope you enjoyed the new chapter 🫶🏼

Chapter 17 Memory did not return to Zain in pieces. It came like a flood, rushing fast and merciless, dragging him under. The suns. The laughter. The sting of a first heartbreak. Every detail was waiting for him, sharp as the day it was carved into his skin. He was sixteen again. A boy, not yet the man he had been forced to become. Standing in the courtyards of his mother’s kingdom, watching as the boys of a neighboring clan spilled through the gates. They filled the space like

@Seraph28Haha you caught me red-handed! I did go there 😈💔—Malik deserved better, I know. But his fate had to shake the board a little... and let’s just say, the storm ahead needed thunder to roll in first. As for Bashar... no comment, but I’m nodding very aggressively behind the screen 😂👏 I promise the next Chapter will make the heartbreak worth it. And who knows, in Redwaters... not even death is always the end. Thank you for reading—and for surviving an emotional whiplash during Easter! You’re a real one 🥚💥👑

@gmc Always so happy to read your feedbacks! Hope the story keeps its promises for you!

@Freemantleman Your comment had me snorting, swooning, and furiously blushing all in the span of one scroll 😂💀 Thank you for seeing the heart and the chaos of this story—you're spot on about the dogma, the chosen family, the broken prophecies, and the very human messiness wrapped in immortal drama. As for the titillation—listen, the oven is preheating, the spice is marinating, and the next chapter might just have you needing two pairs of glasses. I’ll work on that braille version, but no promises—I hear the smut in raised dots hits different. 🫣 Thank you for reading with your whole soul and your mischievous heart. I’m beyond grateful (and slightly scandalized)💜🍆💜

CHAPTER 16 Garth pushed through the wall of students crowding the front of the precinct, his blazer clinging to him from the rush. The chants outside still echoed faintly as he stepped into the stark quiet of the station. His shirt hung loose, sweat lining his temples, but his grip on the phone was firm—like it might disintegrate if he let go. Fleur, Darcey, and Elliott were waiting near the reception desk. The moment he saw them, he moved straight for Darcey. “I’ve got the video,

@gmcHadrian and Zain share many similarities that will become increasingly evident as the story unfolds, particularly when exploring their pasts. This common ground creates a powerful chemistry between them, but it also leads to moments of conflict and tension. The main character's communication—or the lack thereof—will play a pivotal role in unraveling many of the group's challenges as they move forward. Thank you for your comment!

@gmcIt certainly wasn’t the ideal outcome for Zain, but it was the only way the queen could ensure he wouldn’t attempt to return and risk capture. I’m looking forward to hear your thoughts on what lies ahead for Zain and the group!

@gmcThank you so much for your feedback! We made some edits to improve immersion and have published the revised versions in chapters 16 and 17. We hope these updates enhance your experience of the story. Thank you so much for your support, and welcome to the adventure!

Chapter 7 The library was thick with silence. Heavy. Suffocating. Fleur paced, her heels clicking against the wooden floor, her breath shallow. Her thoughts tangled, swirling like a storm. Ouray sat by the fire, lost in its shifting glow. Zain slumped on the couch, hollow-eyed, still trapped in the nightmare they had just lived through. Then, at last, Fleur spoke. "What are we going to do?" Her voice was barely a whisper, yet it cut through the air like a blade. Ouray turned

CHAPTER 1 Hadrian sat on a weathered bench, the wood cool beneath his palms, rough splinters pressing into his skin. His tailored suit—dark burgundy with a black shirt—seemed almost absurd in its contrast to the crumbling stone and everyday bustle of Redwaters. Before him, the square stretched out in soft bursts of life, laughter, and chatter, but he felt as though he were a ghost among them, invisible, detached. The sky hung low, a thick, suffocating gray, and the air tasted

@FreemantlemanThank you so much for your kind words! I'm thrilled to have you back on this journey. As we approach the final arc, the next chapter will be supersized—packed with even more excitement! I truly appreciate your support and can't wait to share what's next. ❤️