Let Them Kneel (kaelani and Julian) novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135

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The walls buckled. The ceiling stretched higher and higher until it vanished into darkness. The warmth of the house turned rancid. Family photographs melted, dripping down the walls like tar. The floorboards cracked open –not deep chasms, but mouths, whispering things Garrick couldn’t understand.

The hearth erupted with black flame.

Christian’s face twisted first.

His jaw dislocated. His eyes turned white. His voice gurgled like broken glass.

He took a step forward–and with each step, his limbs grew out of proportion. A grotesque, warped version of Christian, towering over Garrick like a shadow with no soul.

Elara’s mouth split ear to ear in a silent scream. Her body jolted like a marionette, limbs bending in unnatural angles. Her eyes bled black tears, staining her cheeks.

Then came Brielle.

Her dress was soaked now, the fabric clinging to her like burial shrouds. Her mouth moved but made no sound- until a second mouth opened on her neck and screamed for her.

From the shadows behind them, other figures began to emerge. Not people–fragments. Slivers of twisted memory and unresolved guilt. A woman with no face and Garrick’s voice. A child with glowing eyes who pointed at him, weeping blood. Another version of himself, naked and hunched, gnawing on bones in the dark.

Garrick stumbled back.

The walls closed in–only they weren’t walls anymore. They were flesh. Pulsing. Breathing. The house exhaled, and the air smelled like rot and regret.

He screamed.

The floor gave out. He fell into water. Ice cold. Hands reached for him from below–too many to count. They clawed at him, dragging him down.

Kaelani felt it all.

She stood at the edge of the collapsing dreamscape, breath caught in her throat. What she’d intended as justice was spiraling into torment. This… this wasn’t what she’d meant to do.

“That’s enough,” she called out. Her voice wavered but held.

The fae women didn’t stop.

They moved as one–graceful and terrifying–each a conduit of nightmare. The dream obeyed them now.

The sky cracked open like glass, revealing nothing but void. Screams echoed from no source at all, the kind of sound that didn’t just fill the air–it pierced it.

Kaelani stepped forward, heart racing.

“I said stop.”

Still, they didn’t.

Garrick was drowning. Suffocating. Convulsing beneath the weight of his own mind made monstrous.

Chapter 135

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His hand clutched his chest.

Kaelani’s eyes went wide. The fear, the affliction–he wasn’t just dreaming it. He was feeling it.

Kaelani surged forward, eyes glowing. “I said… stop!”

Her power exploded outward in a brilliant violet shockwave. The fae women were ripped from the dream, their physical bodies hurled like ragdolls across the chamber. Gasps rang out. Draevyn’s stance tightened. Even the seers -long accustomed to raw power–stared in stunned silence.

Kaelani was still inside the dream.

The freezing lake cracked and fell away.

She seized control with sheer will–and reshaped it.

The ice dissolved. The screaming winds stilled. The black water receded like a tide.

In its place bloomed warmth.

The scene transformed into a glade bathed in golden light. Towering trees swayed gently overhead, their leaves catching the sun like stained glass. A soft bed of moss replaced the jagged ice. The air smelled of earth and something sweeter–jasmine, maybe. Peaceful. Quiet.

Garrick fell to his knees soaked, shivering, hand still clenched over his heart, his face twisted in agony.

Kaelani dropped beside him, catching his body before it fully hit the mossy earth.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, voice trembling. “This isn’t what I wanted.”

Her hand hovered over his chest, and violet light began to pulse at her fingertips–flickering like embers called by instinct rather than intent.

She took a steadying breath, closed her eyes, and gently pressed her palm to his heart.

The light spread through his chest in gentle ripples, warm and rhythmic–like a song only the soul could hear. She reached deeper, through the panicked rhythm, through the chaos and damage.

His breathing slowed.

The tightness in his face eased.

The sharp, stuttering thud of his heart calmed–resuming its proper tempo.

And then… she felt it.

A warmth not from her power, but from him.

She opened her eyes and realized that Garrick had rested his hand on hers, holding it against his chest—not in fear, but… something gentle. Something real.

Her gaze lifted to his face- and for the first time, she saw something in his eyes that had never been directed at her before.

No anger.

No arrogance.

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