Published in Bound by Blood (Part VII)
Published in Bound by Blood (Part VII)
Published in Bound by Blood (Part VII)
Image credit by Personal collection
Image credit by Personal collection
Image credit by Personal collection
Resigner Luth
Resigner Luth
Resigner Luth
Dear readers, I apologise for my absence. I sincerely hope you'll understand the need for solitude and rest. Welcome back to my page where the stories keep evolving. To my new readers, a warm welcome. Let's have some fun for now. More serious content is coming your way soon! Spread the love 💜
Dear readers, I apologise for my absence. I sincerely hope you'll understand the need for solitude and rest. Welcome back to my page where the stories keep evolving. To my new readers, a warm welcome. Let's have some fun for now. More serious content is coming your way soon! Spread the love 💜
Dear readers, I apologise for my absence. I sincerely hope you'll understand the need for solitude and rest. Welcome back to my page where the stories keep evolving. To my new readers, a warm welcome. Let's have some fun for now. More serious content is coming your way soon! Spread the love 💜
August 13, 2024
August 13, 2024
August 13, 2024
The Avenging Angel
The Avenging Angel
The Avenging Angel
The huntress' revenge
The huntress' revenge
The huntress' revenge
I ended the last story on a bit of a cliffhanger with the return of Red, Shadows' fall and more. Please see the link below.
Here's a taste of what I have published on my other profiles:
This is the story behind that story. The "uncorrupted" version.
The Avenging Angel
Part one:
Red approached the compound, feeling a sour taste of angst lingering in her mouth. Agitated and weary, her clothes clung to her cold, clammy skin. She hadn't been home for weeks, ever since the nightmare began. A warm bath was all she craved, and she tied back her greasy hair into a braid.
As she neared her destination, she paused. Despite the hectic bustle of Cinders' court, an ominous threat loomed in the air, pulsing like a sick heartbeat—strong, then weak.
"At least someone is excited," she thought to herself, though the unwelcome voice in her ear added, "Not for long."
With a sigh, Red turned to the old oak trees, searching for the best vantage point, and began to climb. Her wings were hidden once again, and she was startled by how much effort it took. For a moment, she felt a flicker of pride for what Cinders had accomplished in her absence.
As she climbed toward the Spider's lair, she was surprised when a strong arm suddenly gripped her. Vander, a werewolf, grinned down at her, looking slightly sheepish. "Always room for one more," he growled. "Especially for the mother of my lady."
Red bit back her annoyance. "Your lady…?" she replied, deciding this was not the time for futile conversations about love. She nodded curtly.
"What brings you here, Vander?" she asked. His sorrowful gaze almost mirrored the fire in her own eyes. She realized he was a quiet man.
"The same reason as you," he shrugged. "Worry, anger, disappointment. I may not be well-read, but my nose tells me something foul is afoot."
"Now, make space," Red tells him. "As they say, two heads are better than one, but four eyes trump both."
Part two: Sought and found
As Red closed her eyes, aware that nothing would happen before nightfall, she noticed Vander’s expression.
“Care to share what’s on your mind?” she asked, eyes still closed. Vander blushed, unaware that she was observing him.
“It’s something I saw this morning. When I returned the princess to her body, I’m not sure what to make of it.” Red’s interest was instantly piqued. “Cinders arrived unharmed?” she inquired. “Yes, she was fine. I made sure of that. It was just odd…how she reacted to Milk, our healer witch.”
Red couldn’t believe her ears. “Vander! Stop being so vague. Tell me or don’t tell me, but it’s your lady fighting for her life, and more importantly,” she gripped his hand, her claws involuntarily extending, “it’s my daughter!”
“Careful, Red. Claws won’t help,” she reminded herself.
“Lady, you sure like to live dangerously. I was only going to say that Cinders didn’t seem to want Milk to touch her. I was worried she might hurt herself, and I’m sure Milk expected at least a ‘thank you.’ She had a rough time before joining us. That’s all.”
“Wait, did you say before she joined you?” Red’s face lit up with realization. “Tell me, Vander, how many of Shadow’s people are here right now?”
Vander hesitated, unsure. “Well, I came here with Shadows, then Milk arrived and said the others were on their way.” The truth suddenly hit him. “She lied. No one else has arrived yet.”
Red shook her head in disbelief. It couldn’t be this easy. It shouldn’t be this easy. One question answered, another mystery remains.
One of mine, sorry—the last words Shadow communicated.
Part three: Nightfall
The huntress' revenge
After spending the day in the tree, as night begins to fall, Red, the huntress, moved silently through the forest, each step purposeful and deliberate. The moon cast an eerie glow over the landscape, illuminating her path. Her mind was focused, her heart driven by a burning desire for revenge.
She had spent more than a day, tracking the creature that had almost destroyed the village, and his witch who had come close to taking everything she held dear. The beast was cunning, always one step ahead, but Red was relentless. She had learned to read the signs, to anticipate its movements.
Also, she had the help of a werewolf, infatuated with her daughter.
Tonight, she felt it in her bones: the hunt was nearing its end.
As she approached the creature's lair, the air grew still, and the sounds of the forest faded away. Her senses heightened, she drew her bow and nocked an arrow, the tension palpable in the air.
Suddenly, the warlock appeared, its eyes gleaming with malice. He let out a menacing growl, ready to defend its territory. But Red was prepared. She aimed carefully, her mind clear and steady, and released the arrow with precision. Yet, it flew right through him.
Unfazed, she let the bow fall to her side and drew her flaming sword, its blade flickering with an intense, otherworldly fire. Vander lunged at the warlock, but she was faster, swinging the sword in a wide arc that caught the creature just under his chin.
As he staggered, a howl of rage and pain echoing through the night. Red did not falter; she advanced with determination, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Release my daughter or suffer the consequences" she whispers in its ear.
Red stood over it, her breath coming in steady gasps, the weight of her loss lifting slightly. Justice was served and her hope renewed.
On this note we'll end:
The huntress had her revenge, but she knew her journey was far from over. As dawn broke over the horizon, Red turned away, ready to find a way to release Shadows from the whichever spell kept her bound.
ƒin
~ As written by Resigner Luth, Part Seven of Bounded by Blood © August 13, 2024
Please keep on reading at https://resignerluth.space or for some on my playlist at https://ultraviolet.ink
Resigner 💜
#justmoveforward
Remember to kick off your shoes, dig your toes in the sand (or the sheets) and enjoy the read.
♪♪♪♪
Once again, I thank the original creators. I do not intend to infringe on any copyright or profit. The art and the words remain mine. Thank you for the music
I ended the last story on a bit of a cliffhanger with the return of Red, Shadows' fall and more. Please see the link below.
Here's a taste of what I have published on my other profiles:
This is the story behind that story. The "uncorrupted" version.
The Avenging Angel
Part one:
Red approached the compound, feeling a sour taste of angst lingering in her mouth. Agitated and weary, her clothes clung to her cold, clammy skin. She hadn't been home for weeks, ever since the nightmare began. A warm bath was all she craved, and she tied back her greasy hair into a braid.
As she neared her destination, she paused. Despite the hectic bustle of Cinders' court, an ominous threat loomed in the air, pulsing like a sick heartbeat—strong, then weak.
"At least someone is excited," she thought to herself, though the unwelcome voice in her ear added, "Not for long."
With a sigh, Red turned to the old oak trees, searching for the best vantage point, and began to climb. Her wings were hidden once again, and she was startled by how much effort it took. For a moment, she felt a flicker of pride for what Cinders had accomplished in her absence.
As she climbed toward the Spider's lair, she was surprised when a strong arm suddenly gripped her. Vander, a werewolf, grinned down at her, looking slightly sheepish. "Always room for one more," he growled. "Especially for the mother of my lady."
Red bit back her annoyance. "Your lady…?" she replied, deciding this was not the time for futile conversations about love. She nodded curtly.
"What brings you here, Vander?" she asked. His sorrowful gaze almost mirrored the fire in her own eyes. She realized he was a quiet man.
"The same reason as you," he shrugged. "Worry, anger, disappointment. I may not be well-read, but my nose tells me something foul is afoot."
"Now, make space," Red tells him. "As they say, two heads are better than one, but four eyes trump both."
Part two: Sought and found
As Red closed her eyes, aware that nothing would happen before nightfall, she noticed Vander’s expression.
“Care to share what’s on your mind?” she asked, eyes still closed. Vander blushed, unaware that she was observing him.
“It’s something I saw this morning. When I returned the princess to her body, I’m not sure what to make of it.” Red’s interest was instantly piqued. “Cinders arrived unharmed?” she inquired. “Yes, she was fine. I made sure of that. It was just odd…how she reacted to Milk, our healer witch.”
Red couldn’t believe her ears. “Vander! Stop being so vague. Tell me or don’t tell me, but it’s your lady fighting for her life, and more importantly,” she gripped his hand, her claws involuntarily extending, “it’s my daughter!”
“Careful, Red. Claws won’t help,” she reminded herself.
“Lady, you sure like to live dangerously. I was only going to say that Cinders didn’t seem to want Milk to touch her. I was worried she might hurt herself, and I’m sure Milk expected at least a ‘thank you.’ She had a rough time before joining us. That’s all.”
“Wait, did you say before she joined you?” Red’s face lit up with realization. “Tell me, Vander, how many of Shadow’s people are here right now?”
Vander hesitated, unsure. “Well, I came here with Shadows, then Milk arrived and said the others were on their way.” The truth suddenly hit him. “She lied. No one else has arrived yet.”
Red shook her head in disbelief. It couldn’t be this easy. It shouldn’t be this easy. One question answered, another mystery remains.
One of mine, sorry—the last words Shadow communicated.
Part three: Nightfall
The huntress' revenge
After spending the day in the tree, as night begins to fall, Red, the huntress, moved silently through the forest, each step purposeful and deliberate. The moon cast an eerie glow over the landscape, illuminating her path. Her mind was focused, her heart driven by a burning desire for revenge.
She had spent more than a day, tracking the creature that had almost destroyed the village, and his witch who had come close to taking everything she held dear. The beast was cunning, always one step ahead, but Red was relentless. She had learned to read the signs, to anticipate its movements.
Also, she had the help of a werewolf, infatuated with her daughter.
Tonight, she felt it in her bones: the hunt was nearing its end.
As she approached the creature's lair, the air grew still, and the sounds of the forest faded away. Her senses heightened, she drew her bow and nocked an arrow, the tension palpable in the air.
Suddenly, the warlock appeared, its eyes gleaming with malice. He let out a menacing growl, ready to defend its territory. But Red was prepared. She aimed carefully, her mind clear and steady, and released the arrow with precision. Yet, it flew right through him.
Unfazed, she let the bow fall to her side and drew her flaming sword, its blade flickering with an intense, otherworldly fire. Vander lunged at the warlock, but she was faster, swinging the sword in a wide arc that caught the creature just under his chin.
As he staggered, a howl of rage and pain echoing through the night. Red did not falter; she advanced with determination, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Release my daughter or suffer the consequences" she whispers in its ear.
Red stood over it, her breath coming in steady gasps, the weight of her loss lifting slightly. Justice was served and her hope renewed.
On this note we'll end:
The huntress had her revenge, but she knew her journey was far from over. As dawn broke over the horizon, Red turned away, ready to find a way to release Shadows from the whichever spell kept her bound.
ƒin
~ As written by Resigner Luth, Part Seven of Bounded by Blood © August 13, 2024
Please keep on reading at https://resignerluth.space or for some on my playlist at https://ultraviolet.ink
Resigner 💜
#justmoveforward
Remember to kick off your shoes, dig your toes in the sand (or the sheets) and enjoy the read.
♪♪♪♪
Once again, I thank the original creators. I do not intend to infringe on any copyright or profit. The art and the words remain mine. Thank you for the music
I ended the last story on a bit of a cliffhanger with the return of Red, Shadows' fall and more. Please see the link below.
Here's a taste of what I have published on my other profiles:
This is the story behind that story. The "uncorrupted" version.
The Avenging Angel
Part one:
Red approached the compound, feeling a sour taste of angst lingering in her mouth. Agitated and weary, her clothes clung to her cold, clammy skin. She hadn't been home for weeks, ever since the nightmare began. A warm bath was all she craved, and she tied back her greasy hair into a braid.
As she neared her destination, she paused. Despite the hectic bustle of Cinders' court, an ominous threat loomed in the air, pulsing like a sick heartbeat—strong, then weak.
"At least someone is excited," she thought to herself, though the unwelcome voice in her ear added, "Not for long."
With a sigh, Red turned to the old oak trees, searching for the best vantage point, and began to climb. Her wings were hidden once again, and she was startled by how much effort it took. For a moment, she felt a flicker of pride for what Cinders had accomplished in her absence.
As she climbed toward the Spider's lair, she was surprised when a strong arm suddenly gripped her. Vander, a werewolf, grinned down at her, looking slightly sheepish. "Always room for one more," he growled. "Especially for the mother of my lady."
Red bit back her annoyance. "Your lady…?" she replied, deciding this was not the time for futile conversations about love. She nodded curtly.
"What brings you here, Vander?" she asked. His sorrowful gaze almost mirrored the fire in her own eyes. She realized he was a quiet man.
"The same reason as you," he shrugged. "Worry, anger, disappointment. I may not be well-read, but my nose tells me something foul is afoot."
"Now, make space," Red tells him. "As they say, two heads are better than one, but four eyes trump both."
Part two: Sought and found
As Red closed her eyes, aware that nothing would happen before nightfall, she noticed Vander’s expression.
“Care to share what’s on your mind?” she asked, eyes still closed. Vander blushed, unaware that she was observing him.
“It’s something I saw this morning. When I returned the princess to her body, I’m not sure what to make of it.” Red’s interest was instantly piqued. “Cinders arrived unharmed?” she inquired. “Yes, she was fine. I made sure of that. It was just odd…how she reacted to Milk, our healer witch.”
Red couldn’t believe her ears. “Vander! Stop being so vague. Tell me or don’t tell me, but it’s your lady fighting for her life, and more importantly,” she gripped his hand, her claws involuntarily extending, “it’s my daughter!”
“Careful, Red. Claws won’t help,” she reminded herself.
“Lady, you sure like to live dangerously. I was only going to say that Cinders didn’t seem to want Milk to touch her. I was worried she might hurt herself, and I’m sure Milk expected at least a ‘thank you.’ She had a rough time before joining us. That’s all.”
“Wait, did you say before she joined you?” Red’s face lit up with realization. “Tell me, Vander, how many of Shadow’s people are here right now?”
Vander hesitated, unsure. “Well, I came here with Shadows, then Milk arrived and said the others were on their way.” The truth suddenly hit him. “She lied. No one else has arrived yet.”
Red shook her head in disbelief. It couldn’t be this easy. It shouldn’t be this easy. One question answered, another mystery remains.
One of mine, sorry—the last words Shadow communicated.
Part three: Nightfall
The huntress' revenge
After spending the day in the tree, as night begins to fall, Red, the huntress, moved silently through the forest, each step purposeful and deliberate. The moon cast an eerie glow over the landscape, illuminating her path. Her mind was focused, her heart driven by a burning desire for revenge.
She had spent more than a day, tracking the creature that had almost destroyed the village, and his witch who had come close to taking everything she held dear. The beast was cunning, always one step ahead, but Red was relentless. She had learned to read the signs, to anticipate its movements.
Also, she had the help of a werewolf, infatuated with her daughter.
Tonight, she felt it in her bones: the hunt was nearing its end.
As she approached the creature's lair, the air grew still, and the sounds of the forest faded away. Her senses heightened, she drew her bow and nocked an arrow, the tension palpable in the air.
Suddenly, the warlock appeared, its eyes gleaming with malice. He let out a menacing growl, ready to defend its territory. But Red was prepared. She aimed carefully, her mind clear and steady, and released the arrow with precision. Yet, it flew right through him.
Unfazed, she let the bow fall to her side and drew her flaming sword, its blade flickering with an intense, otherworldly fire. Vander lunged at the warlock, but she was faster, swinging the sword in a wide arc that caught the creature just under his chin.
As he staggered, a howl of rage and pain echoing through the night. Red did not falter; she advanced with determination, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Release my daughter or suffer the consequences" she whispers in its ear.
Red stood over it, her breath coming in steady gasps, the weight of her loss lifting slightly. Justice was served and her hope renewed.
On this note we'll end:
The huntress had her revenge, but she knew her journey was far from over. As dawn broke over the horizon, Red turned away, ready to find a way to release Shadows from the whichever spell kept her bound.
ƒin
~ As written by Resigner Luth, Part Seven of Bounded by Blood © August 13, 2024
Please keep on reading at https://resignerluth.space or for some on my playlist at https://ultraviolet.ink
Resigner 💜
#justmoveforward
Remember to kick off your shoes, dig your toes in the sand (or the sheets) and enjoy the read.
♪♪♪♪
Once again, I thank the original creators. I do not intend to infringe on any copyright or profit. The art and the words remain mine. Thank you for the music
