Hellion's Reckoning
Chapter 29

As Ruvyn watched Ashryn dance amidst the swirling flames, his heart soared with admiration for her free spirit. The vibrant hues of red and orange danced around her, casting an enchanting glow on her flushed cheeks and fiery locks. The crackling of the roaring purple bonfire provided a hypnotic backdrop to her wild celebration, accentuated by the bright red sky above and the twinkling stars peeking through the crimson.

Ruvyn couldn’t help but feel a sense of joy watching Ashryn revel in the moment, her hazel eyes filled with joy. She moved with a fluidity that mirrored the flickering flames, embodying the untamed beauty of the fiery display surrounding her. With a grin on his face, Ruvyn joined Ashryn in the frenzied dance by the enchanting purple flames that illuminated the sky in a riot of red and orange hues. As they twirled together, their silhouettes highlighted against the backdrop of the blazing bonfire, they seemed to be caught in a moment of pure joy and frenzy.

As Ruvyn and Ashryn twirled and leaped around the enchanting purple flames, their spirits intertwined in a mesmerizing dance of joy and celebration. With each step, they seemed to mirror the fiery hues that surrounded them - her fiery locks mingling with the crackling orange and red flames, his laughter echoing the vibrant energy of the bonfire.

They danced with a wild abandon, their movements not constrained or graceful. Ruvyn couldn’t help but feel a surge of exhilaration as he matched Ashryn’s fiery energy, his heart pounding in sync with the roaring flames. The sheer joy on her face was infectious, and he found himself caught up in the moment, spinning and leaping alongside her with unbridled glee. With each spirited movement, they seemed to be caught in a moment of pure euphoria, their laughter mingling with the crackling of the bonfire.

Ruvyn had never experienced a Hellion festival before. Most authorities outlawed them even within the borderlands. He never knew the freedom in it. From the moment he surrendered to the dance, a wave of euphoria rushed over him. It freed him from the insecurity he felt dancing around others. No one cared how silly he looked among the wild crowd of dancers. They were all lost in the night’s frenzy, bathing in the freedom it offered them.

It was a sight to behold, Ruvyn and Ashryn spinning and leaping fervently around the bright purple flames. Ruvyn and Ashryn let the crackling of the bonfire hypnotically guide their movements as they allowed themselves to be carried away by the fiery energy surrounding them. Ashryn’s fiery locks whipped around her flushed cheeks, illuminated by the vibrant red and orange hues of the flames. Her hazel eyes sparkled with pure joy, mirroring the flickering light that danced around her.

Ruvyn couldn’t contain his exhilaration as he matched Ashryn step for step, his heart pounding in time with the roaring flames. The red sky above and the twinkling stars peeking through the crimson added a surreal backdrop to their wild celebration.

Their eyes met amidst the swirling flames and that’s when he saw the glow in her eyes, “You’re a hellion,” he said, reaching out to cup her cheek. “Does that bother you?” She asked him with hopeful eyes. Ruvyn shook his head and grinned, “Not at all.” In that moment, her eyes shone brighter, and she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. With a moan, he returned her kiss until the rustling of leaves brought his attention away.

They saw the maenads join the dance around the purple flames and found Elara dancing arm in arm with Bacchus. “We need him. Come on!” Ashryn gripped his fawn skin tunic and tugged him to the two dancers. Bacchus flashed them both a grin and quickly looped his arm with Ruvyn before either of them could speak. Lost in the twirling dance, he laughed as Elara hooked her arm with Ashryn, who was also giggling as they spun around. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Bacchus’s presence added a spark to the already intoxicating atmosphere, his laughter mingling with the crackling of the bonfire. Ruvyn felt a surge of adrenaline as he twirled alongside the god of revelry, his heart pounding with exhilaration. When their eyes met, he found himself lost in Bacchus’ gaze, those sultry purple hues awakening the wine in his veins. The god was a vision of beauty, causing his heart to flutter as their lips met. Ruvyn slid his fingers through his lush brown hair, lost in the taste of his wine-soaked lips.

They pulled apart as Ashryn approached, and Bacchus brought his hands to the back of each of their heads. The two kissed, slowly at first, but as Bacchus pulled away, it deepened. Her fingers gripped his tunic as his fingers slid through her fiery hair. She broke the kiss and pulled him from Bacchus and his maenads into the shadows of the forest.

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Ashryn awoke beside him in the early hours of the morning, their legs tangled. A large cloak had covered them, gifted by a kind stranger before they passed out. She remembered the night, but before she could recall the bliss, she heard a familiar purr ruining her perfect morning. Growling, she grabbed her clothes and slipped them on as everyone around her slept. “How did you get through?” she asked as she made her way into the shadows where the creature dwelled.

“You should keep a closer eye on your scouts. I’m always lurking around the borders, remember that,” It spoke with a light chuckle, “You’re keeping the captain quite close, aren’t you? Should I be jealous?”

Ashryn shook her head, fighting the puke sneaking up her throat. “It’s nice to see you so happy. You’ve earned it. You’ve done wonderfully. I’m most pleased.” His words offered no comfort as she watched the shadowy hand stretching over the grass towards her.

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