MiaSilver

THIS BOOK HAS BEEN DROPPED AND DISCONTINUED. DON'T BOTHER PICKING IT UP. 


REINHARDT SERIES BOOK #1



The Narrak's insatiable flames scorched its hardened scales into his muscled flesh. Its unfathomable power surged through his veins, and reconstructed his anatomy. Its thick, leathery wings split through the skin on his spine, and emerged mid-way before retreating its growth.

"You are not concentrating," Zelaphiel stated, and folded his arms across his chest. "It is important that you learn to control the amphiptere before you attempt to collaborate its magic with Lahn's power."

Sebastian understood his goal, and acknowledged how clearly his father had constantly defined it, but how was he to concentrate when his thoughts were in disarray?

"You are concerned about the healer," Zelaphiel arched a brow.

Concerned? Was it that obvious? Of course, he had been concerned for her. Heaven's Seraphin in an immoral den of savage men who would ravish her, and corrupt her divine spirit. Why did it bother him? Was it due to the fact that she had been one of his people that he swore to protect or an incomprehensible reason that he had been unconsciously avoiding?


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Punished with one hundred years of exile, Sebastian Alexander Reinhardt returns upon the mysterious death of his predecessor to rightfully claim his title. Many are those who lurk in the shadows of his castle who wish to deny him his birthright, and they have stopped at no extent to ensure his demise. However the tale does not simply begin and end with mere conspiracies, an ancient enemy awakens again, more determined than ever destroy the lands of Alvgard to achieve their goals. With war, and chaos on knocking at the door, Sebastian must balance his newfound love, and the darkness that lay dormant within to defeat his enemies.

Lord Of The Aldari

"We are only abandoned should we ourselves forsake the holy one's guidance."

How tranquil heaven's masterpiece seemed. A silvery splash of paint onto a canvas of the cosmos shades, a combination of violets and dark bluish hues. Starlight dazzled around the silver; it reminded Sebastian that light prospered with its purity even in darkness. He, a creature crafted with both, believed that there had been hope for the two to co-exist.

The cool, night breeze sang a peaceful melody and caressed the loose strands of his hair, a comforting gesture like heaven's embrace. Perhaps Azarr had not abandoned him yet. Sebastian admired the garden's incomparable beauty, a nostalgic feeling, and what little memories that still belonged to him were that of the moments he spent here with his brother.

Chapter 40: The healer's touch