Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 665

Chapter 665: Confronted

— [MOD] Kaiden’s Wife: um. guys? is that...

— [MOD] PrincelessPrincess: Magnus Ashborn. Guild Leader of New Dawn. Yes, it is.

— [MOD] Lady Leia: What the fuck is that guy doing standing in front of Kaiden like he wants to commit a felony on live television?!

They were not the only ones freaking out.

The stream’s chat erupted into a blur of messages so fast that reading individual lines became impossible. Tens of thousands of viewers typing simultaneously, the scroll speed turning the entire chat window into a waterfall of text and emojis and capitalized profanity.

But on the ground, in the basin, covered in ichor, breathing hard, Kaiden Grey stood very still.

He looked at Magnus Ashborn.

Magnus looked at the halo above his head.

The silence between them was enormous. Larger than the basin. Larger than the dead Borer Queen rotting behind them. Larger than the mountain range itself, because this silence had been building for years, and every second it held was another crack in the wall that separated Kaiden Grey’s life from Kaiden Ashborn’s.

Luna’s hand found her weapon.

Calypso rose from the ground where she’d been lying, bleeding. She moved to his left, axe in hand, and planted herself there with the quiet finality of a woman who had chosen her hill.

Aria landed beside him, eyes steady.

Nyx simply appeared at his right, as if she’d always been there.

Bastet didn’t rush. She walked forward at her own pace, settled into position behind Kaiden’s shoulder, and regarded Magnus Ashborn with the serene indifference of a cat observing a large dog from the safety of a high shelf.

Five women. All of them battered, bleeding, mana-depleted, and exhausted from a fight that had nearly killed them.

All of them ready to fight again.

When it came to being possessively protective, Kaiden was definitely a culprit. He wanted to bleed for his girls, to take on all the hurt so they could live life without knowing what pain felt like.

But he was not alone. The feeling was mutual. All of them were ready to defend the love of their life with everything they had, no matter the personal cost.

Magnus’s gaze swept across them, brief and dismissive. This was the assessment of a man who had catalogued threats for decades and found nothing in front of him worth cataloguing.

Then his eyes returned to the halo.

To Alice.

The halo had dimmed back to its dark resting state after the fight. The golden light was gone. But the shape was there. The presence was there. And Magnus Ashborn had watched the stream footage. He’d seen the eruption of light. He’d seen the beam that vaporized chitin. He’d recognized the signature before his boots even touched this basin.

The Light That Destroys.

His daughter’s power, hovering above the head of the son he’d discarded.

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