The camera flicks on shakily, the corner of Mo's tunic visible in the frame as he ducks behind a potted plant just outside the Oracle's chambers.
He whispers into the rune crystal:
"Y'all. It's me. Mo. Reporting live from what I thought was gonna be a sweet lil Oracle breakfast check in…"
A thud echoes from the room. Then a loud, guttural growl that makes Mo jump. His eyes widen in horror.
"...Sweet Goddess she's being rearranged like furniture in there."
Another moan rattles the walls.
Mo gasps dramatically.
"She just said 'yes, demon daddy, ruin me' and I am NOT emotionally equipped for this level of intimacy before breakfast!"
More noises. Something crashes.
"There goes a lamp. And possibly her cervix."
He looks at the camera, deadpan.
"If I die here, tell my story. I did it for journalism."
Suddenly, the door creaks open a crack, not enough to see anything, but enough to let a warm, humid wave of pheromones roll out.
Mo immediately turns green.
"YEP. That's my cue. I'm out. May the gods bless their union, their plumbing, and whatever structural enchantments are keeping that bed alive. Mo out."
He slaps the crystal, cutting the stream, just as another moan rips through the air.
Faenet loses its damn mind. Comments flood in:
👤 FaeBaddie420: MO I'M IN TEARS YOU'RE SO BRAVE 😭😭😭
👤Huntress69: Demon Daddy just changed the weather pattern with that thrust 💦
👤RiftReads: That poor lamp didn't stand a chance 😩
👤RhiannansRebels: Wait til the Oracle's other mates hear this lmfao it's gonna be a BLOODBATH
Reyna is sprawled out like a goddess devoured. Her blue hair's a mess, bite marks kiss her thighs, and she's glowing like someone just plugged her into a divine battery pack. Veydran, the demon daddy himself, is lying beside her, propped on one elbow, cocky grin in place, tail lazily curling around her ankle like he owns it, and let's be real, he does now.
He murmurs against her shoulder, voice still rumbling with heat,
"Next time, I'm bending you over the balcony. Let the whole damn kingdom know who you belong to."
She giggles, fucking giggles, like she hasn't just been folded six different ways and left dripping. "Only if you promise to make Mo cry again."
Suddenly....BANG BANG BANG.
"REYNA?!"
That's Torvax, absolutely unhinged.
"Open the fucking door right now, I smell sulfur and sex!"
Enter mate number one, big frost troll energy, breathing hard like he's about to murder the air.
Then comes Nahlia, her voice sharp with ocean fury,
"If that infernal fuck put a scratch on you!"
Before they can bust the door down, Reyna throws it open, robe hastily tied (barely), cheeks flushed.
She holds up both hands like she's surrendering. "I'm okay! I'm great, actually. Everything's... steamy. But okay."
Veydran appears behind her, shirtless and smirking like the smug sin demon he is.
"She screamed my name. Twice. Might wanna raise your game, ice boy."
Torvax growls and charges.
Nahlia shouts, "Not in the hallway!!"
Reyna sighs and slams the door shut.
"Fuck's sake. I need a nap. Or a cigarette. And I don't even smoke."
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👤TorvaxFanClub: torvax bout to commit MURDER on the timeline y'all
👤OceanWitchLuv: NAHLIA BOUT TO DROWN A BITCH I'M SCARED
👤VeydransSluts: ok but did y'all SEE the way he SMIRKED?! that man has ruined me
Rhiannan sits cross legged on a plush blanket beside the glittering lake, her auburn hair loose and wild in the breeze. The sun sparkles off the water like it knows she's watching. Her five mates are scattered around the picnic like golden gods, Elisha feeding her fresh berries off his claw tipped fingers, Kaleb shirtless and building some ridiculous sandwich tower, Liam reclining like an arrogant vampire prince (because he is), Arwen sharpening his blade just in case, and Sable... lurking in the shadows with narrowed eyes, muttering about needing to relax more while being the most tense bastard there.
She closes her eyes for just a second...just one...and lets herself feel it:
The joy. The peace. The miracle of how far they've come.
A quiet voice whispers in her chest, "Look what you're building."
Her smile is soft. She lets herself breathe.
Rhiannan, now totally naked and waist deep in the water, turns with a teasing smirk toward her men....
....when suddenly, the lake surface ripples like it's been slapped by magic. Creatures begin to crawl from the trees.
A half dozen dryads, soaked in panic.
Two glowing unicorns screeching psychic alarms.
And a giant toad with a runed scroll tied to its tongue hops to her feet, croaking desperately.
Rhiannan blinks.
"Okay, that's not normal."
The scroll unfurls on its own:
⚠️ ROGUE WOLF PACK POSSESSED BY SHADOW MAGIC — HEADED FOR THE CASTLE. ETA: TEN MINUTES.
Elisha is on his feet in a flash, roaring as his body begins to shift mid sprint.
Sable snarls, "I fucking knew it. I told you, soft days are cursed."
Arwen throws his shirt aside, grabs Rhiannan's hand, and hauls her from the water while Liam yells at Sasha via rune comms, "Code Black, bitches. We're coming in hot."
The sky darkens unnaturally as the six portal back to the castle courtyard...Rhiannan barely has time to toss on a tunic before she's summoning flame from her fingertips.
The rebel army is already mobilizing. Magic users chant protection wards. Swordbearers race to the front. Mo appears with a bucket helmet and two kitchen knives like,
"Y'ALL I WAS MAKING SCONES WHAT THE FUCK."
And then...they hit.
Wolves, dozens of them, covered in shadow tendrils and whispering foul words that don't belong in any mortal language, crash against the outer wards. Some fly. Some shimmer. Some explode.
Sable is pure hellfire.
Elisha shifts and cleaves a flaming path with his mouth open in dragon fury.
Kaleb dual wields axes like a goddamn whirlwind. Rhiannan? She's glowing with divine wrath, calling lightning down on possessed wolves while screaming,
"GET AWAY FROM MY HOME!"
By the end of it...bodies lay smoking on the earth. Blood and ash mix with glittering ward dust.
One wolf, barely breathing, survives. His body twitching and twitching, eyes black as void. They bind him in ten layers of magic and haul his ass to the dungeons.
Rhiannan stands at the iron bars, chest heaving, and glares down at the captured wolf. Her voice is low, deadly.
"You're going to tell me everything."
The air in the dungeon is thick with damp, blood, and shadow.
Rhiannan stands before the possessed wolf, now shackled in holy iron laced with phoenix ash and blessed moonwater. He snarls weakly, still trying to bite through the runes sealing his mouth shut.
Sable paces like a caged beast behind her, radiating violence. Kaleb's arms are crossed, and even he looks unnerved. Arwen sharpens a blade unnecessarily. Liam lounges against the wall like a damn vampire statue but his eyes burn with crimson fire.
Mo, of course, shows up with a bottle of something labeled "FOR EMOTIONAL SUPPORT (and torture if needed)" and a snack.
The runes around the wolf begin to glow as Rhiannan steps forward and whispers the unsealing spell, her palm lighting up with divine flame.
"I am Rhiannan, daughter of the stars, born of storm and moon blood. You will speak now, or I'll burn the shadows out of your fucking bones."
The wolf jolts violently, gasping as the rune seal dissolves. He screams, not with pain, but from the inside out. His voice is not entirely his own.
"You're too late, goddess spawn. The King of Death rises. Your little soul trials won't save you."
Rhiannan doesn't flinch. "Try me, mutt."
The wolf's body twitches again. Black ooze leaks from his eyes.
"He sees you… He sees all your mates. Your Oracle. Your rebels. He's inside. You brought them here. You fed him."
Sable snarls, steps forward, and the wolf laughs.
"You can't kill the void. You can't kill a forgotten god. Even you will fall, little starlit cunt..."
Rhiannan's starfire punches through him before he finishes the word. Divine silver fire burns the shadows right out of his chest.
The body collapses, smoking.
Silence.
The wolf's body shudders one last time… and speaks in a voice not its own.
"Come find me, Rhiannan. Before I find you."
Then he's gone. Dust. Ash. Nothing.
Mo breaks the silence with a whisper:
"Okay but like… he called you a starlit cunt and I kinda love that for you?"
Sable punches the wall.
Rhiannan turns slowly to her mates and growls low.
"Prep the war room. Get Reyna. It's time we find this motherfucker's true name."