The Curse Between Two Worlds
When the night dares you to play with fate, you either burn… or rise.
Charlie Greene never thought twice about the ordinary. New school, new faces—same old story. Luckily, he’s got Carter Fisher: the golden boy with a reckless smile, his best friend since forever, and the only person who ever made high school bearable. Together, they’re unstoppable. Untouchable. Unbreakable.
Until one wild night changes everything.
What starts as a stupid dare at a house party— a break-in at their own school for a thrill— spirals into something they can’t explain. A pulse in the walls. Whispers in the dark. A door that shouldn’t exist. And when they step through it, they’re thrown into a world that defies everything they know—a realm of living prophecies, ageless warriors, and creatures born from curses.
But legends come with a price.
Because in this world, one of them is destined to burn…
and the other, to rise from the ashes.
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Chapter: Epilogue: Light and AshThe city hummed around me—cars, voices, footsteps on pavement—yet somehow it all felt distant. Muffled. Almost gentle. I leaned forward against the metal railing of my balcony, letting the evening breeze brush across my face. It carried that familiar early-summer warmth, the kind that hinted at thunderstorms but hadn’t committed to them yet. Below me, people hurried along the sidewalks, laughing, arguing, taking phone calls, balancing paper cups of iced coffee. Nothing supernatural, nothing world-ending. No firestorms, no crumbling sky, no beasts clawing their way out of shadows.Just life. Ordinary, uncomplicated life.And for once, ordinary didn’t terrify me.I lifted the notebook in my hands, thumb brushing over its worn spine. It was the same one I’d used during the interview months ago—the same one the cameras had caught a million times, the same one news articles called The Source of His Genius. If they only knew. The pages were full of everything I had lived through, worded and
Last Updated: 2025-11-24
Chapter: Chapter Twenty-One: Moving OnThe lights were bright—almost too bright. They weren’t the warm kind of lights, not the kind you’d find in a cozy living room or the soft glow of early morning. These were sharp, clinical, designed to illuminate every flaw, every twitch of expression, every fracture in the mask I had so carefully arranged on my face. They hummed faintly, a high-pitched buzz at the edge of hearing, like they were trying to drill into my skull.The camera lens directly in front of me reflected in my eyes like a cold, unblinking pupil. I could see myself in it—posture straight, hands clasped politely in my lap, my expression relaxed. A practiced image. The one I’d been coached on: calm, composed, approachable.But beneath that reflection was the weight of every gaze in the room. The audience sat in rows of shadowed silhouettes, their attention drawn toward the stage like moths to flame. The host beside me—the interviewer—wore a smile so bright it almost blended with the lights above. Behind her, screens
Last Updated: 2025-11-24
Chapter: Chapter Twenty: Final BreathsAs Carter writhed beside me, his body bowing with every wave of agony, a different kind of pain ignited in my chest—hot, crushing, suffocating. I fought to keep the shield of light above us intact as the sky cracked open, raining fire and shards of the world we once knew. The air was thick with smoke and heat, carrying the scent of scorched earth and the sharp tang of metal from shattered structures. My fingers trembled, gripping the shield so tightly I could feel the pulse of energy through my bones.“Just hold on, Carter,” I choked out, teeth grit so tight they nearly cracked. “Don’t leave me. Not now.”But he moved.Carter staggered to his feet, shoving me aside with more force than he should’ve had in his broken state. The shield flickered violently, almost collapsing, and I stumbled after him, heart hammering. My lungs screamed for air, my legs shaking as if the earth itself had turned to liquid beneath me.“Carter—what are you doing?” I gasped, but he didn’t answer. Not at first
Last Updated: 2025-11-22
Chapter: Chapter Nineteen: Eclipse The sky was breaking. Not just cracking—not just splintering like fractured glass—but shattering, wide and violent, as if some monstrous hand had torn open the seams of the world and let the apocalypse pour through. Red lightning veined across the heavens. Black storm clouds churned, boiling like living smoke. Ash fell in thick sheets, sticking to my skin, burning my throat with every breath. The air tasted like iron and fire—like the inside of a furnace that had been fed corpses and nightmares. Flaming fragments of the sky—literal shards of it—fell around us in blistering streaks, hissing as they hit the ground and smoking like dying stars. The forest trembled under every impact, trees bending, earth shuddering beneath my knees. And through that chaos, through the roaring of the storm and the cracking of reality itself, the only thing I could focus on was the boy kneeling in front of me. Charlie.His silhouette flickered with the glow of the burning sky above us. Ash clung to his
Last Updated: 2025-11-21
Chapter: Chapter Eighteen: Beginning of the EndI dug my heels into Prince’s sides, driving him harder toward the looming fortress in the distance—an obsidian castle clawing at the sky, wrapped in spiraling clouds of black and blood-red. Every thunderous stride he took hammered against the ground and against my chest, my heartbeat barely able to keep up. Excalibur’s hooves pounded beside us, Snow leaning low over his mane, her braid whipping behind her like a silver flag in a storm. Every second we wasted was a second stolen from Carter. And a second closer to the world ending.“We’re almost there!” Snow shouted over the roar of the thunder and the distant, bone-deep rumble of the earth beginning to split beneath the bleeding sky.I didn’t waste breath answering. I only urged Prince faster. His breaths came harsh and ragged, his muscles quivering with effort—but he pushed on, for me. For Carter. For all of us.I pressed a hand against his neck, felt his trembling steady beneath my touch. “Almost there, boy,” I whispered.We hit the
Last Updated: 2025-11-21
Chapter: Chapter Seventeen: Nuclear The next morning came far too fast.I stood in the clearing with sweat already sliding down my back, hands glowing with an unsteady flare of gold. Snow’s blade flashed toward me in a clean arc.“Focus, Charlie!” she barked.I threw my palms up just in time. A burst of light exploded outward—messy, unfocused, more panic than precision—but it was enough to knock her strike off course. The force sent her skidding across the grass, boots digging into the dirt to stop herself.“Better,” she called, already charging me again, “but not good enough!”I ducked, rolled, and slammed both hands into the ground. A shockwave pulsed outward, rattling the earth beneath us. Snow leapt over it like the show-off she was, landing effortlessly and spinning back toward me. Before she could reach me, Phineas lifted his staff.“Charles. Again.”The air thickened instantly—pressure closing in around me like invisible hands squeezing my ribs. My legs buckled. My lungs fought for air. Even Snow stumbled, cursi
Last Updated: 2025-11-21
Chapter: Author's NoteIf you made it this far into Zach and Leia's story, then it is safe to say you have reached the end. I have had so much fun writing this book, and being able to share it with all of you has been such an honor. I am so happy that we finished this together, and I'm so thankful for all of you who got to go with Zach, Leia, and the rest of the BATB family. I would like to add some dedications, as well. To my best friends, Josie and Natalie, you guys supported me through this book and I am forever greatful. I love you both so, so much. My parents, who supported my dreams to work on and finish this book. You two are such important figures in my life, and I am forever thankful for you. And to all of my readers, who kept me going. I love you all so much
Last Updated: 2024-10-04
Chapter: Chapter Twenty-One: The BastardI could only stand there as Leia stormed away, in absolute shock as I tried to process what had just happened. Shock that soon developed into frustration. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I looked down at what she had slammed into my chest. A helmet. I traced the design with my finger, creating an invisible outline along the lightning bolt on the side. Shit. This had to have cost a fortune for her. I looked up to where Leia had disappeared, and something snapped within me. Before I knew what I was doing, I threw the helmet onto the couch without a second glance before running out the door and into the freezing cold weather. "Leia!" I called out to her retreating form. All she was wearing was a thin long-sleeve top and a skirt with nothing else to cover her bare legs and arms. She had to be freezing to the bone by now.She turned at the sound of her name, but her expression turned colder than the snow beneath my feet once she saw who had called it. She turned back around and continu
Last Updated: 2024-10-04
Chapter: Chapter Twenty: BeautyIt was now December 18th. It had been one month and twenty days since I had broken up with Jacob. Seven weeks and one day since I'd found out he was cheating on me. Fifty days since Zach had beat him up until he was bloody and bruised. Fourteen weekends since my heart had been ripped out of my chest. For a month I had sat in my room, on my bed. It was where I had stayed most of the time. I'd skipped caroling, the baking tradition I shared with my mom, and even most of my family's Christmas shopping and gift-wrapping, my two favorite things about the holidays. I hadn't spoken to Zach since that night. I'd been too mad. Too hurt. No, not hurt. "Hurt" was too small of a word, almost cute sounding. "Aw, did that hurt?" No. It obliterated, demolished, destroyed me. Demoralized, maybe. But no, it didn't hurt me. It didn't "hurt" me at all. Zach had pretended nothing happened. He never talked about it. In fact, he hadn't talked to me at all. Not a single taunt or tease. No pulling my hai
Last Updated: 2024-10-02
Chapter: Chapter Nineteen: The Bastard My focus rotated between my phone and Leia as she paced the room while waiting for her asshole of a boyfriend to pick up the Goddamn phone. I had been this close to saying he had been talking to some chick at the party, just to make the situation worse for him. But, I knew that would've hurt Leia more than she needed to be hurt. The click of the line connecting seemed to echo throughout the room, followed by the disgusting sound of Jake's voice. "Hello?" Leia took a deep breath before speaking. "Hey, Jake," she said. Her tone held no warmth, but it wasn't ice cold either. "How are you?" I don't think Leia realized that her phone was on speaker. Unless she knew and wanted me to hear the exchange between the two of them. "I'm alright, just tired. How're you, baby?" I cringed internally. Baby? Give me a fucking break. He was already cringey enough with his sappy bullshit. The nicknames didn't need to be included in the package. "I'm fine." She kept her tone neutral. It wasn't
Last Updated: 2024-09-23
Chapter: Chapter Eighteen: BeautyI woke up the next morning with the worst headache I had ever felt pounding in my temples like a drilling machine. I groaned and sat up, holding my hand to my head. The last thing I remembered was going to the party last night, Zach talking to me and walking away, and... that was it. No snippets of anything from last night, no fragments, nothing. I looked around my surroundings to make sure I wasn't in some other guy's room. Thankfully, I was in my own room. The one that I shared with... Zach. My eyes widened, and I quickly checked myself under the covers. I was still in my skirt and blouse from last night. The only things removed from my body were my shoes. Zach hadn't touched me. Zach Turploy, who had fucked nearly half of the girls at our school and flirted with the rest, had the perfect opportunity to take me. And he hadn't. I sat up slowly, not wanting my head to literally explode from the pressure of my headache, and swung my legs over the side of my bed. I walked over to m
Last Updated: 2024-09-17
Chapter: Chapter Seventeen: The Bastard I shouldn't have snapped like that. It's not Leia's fault, and she didn't know anything. She didn't know my history with that scene in that fucking drawing. I sighed and rubbed my face as I walked down the hall, away from the door that I had walked out of after yelling at Leia. The sound of the slamming impact of the door echoed throughout my head as I made my way to the elevator, replaying not only the sound but the events that had happened before. The guilt made me feel like three tons of lead were sitting in my stomach, and it stuck with me as I pressed the button to send the elevator to the first floor and stepped out into the main lobby. I felt a buzz in my pocket and pulled my phone out to see the notification.Marcus: Yo, there's a party in the pool house rn. Get your ass over here. I heavily sighed as I read the text. I really didn't feel like going out. Especially not after what had just happened with Leia. But maybe I needed a distraction, some action, fun. And Marcus
Last Updated: 2024-09-13
Burned Lines
Allison Trainer has grown up surrounded by wealth, privilege, and the prestige of her family’s law firm. The Trainer Law Firm has been a cornerstone of success for generations, strengthened by its close partnership with Darson Law—a relationship that has brought both families fame, fortune, and influence.
But no amount of wealth or status can make Allison tolerate one person: Tristain Darson. The son of her parents’ lifelong friends, Tristain is everything she despises—arrogant, infuriating, and seemingly intent on pushing every button she has. Their rivalry is fueled by endless arguments, sharp words, and an unspoken competition neither is willing to back down from.
Then life throws them together in ways neither expects. Trapped in the same world of family expectations, high-profile events, and business dealings, Allison and Tristain are forced to confront the one truth they’ve been trying to ignore: the line between hate and desire is thinner than they ever imagined.
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Chapter: Chapter Seven: Ally“That’s actually wild,” Jade said, rifling through a rack of sweatshirts like she was digging for buried treasure.She’d dragged me to the mall under the noble pretense of finding an outfit for her date tomorrow, but I knew the real reason she’d invited me along. I had gossip. And Jade treated gossip the way a dehydrated woman treated water—desperately and without shame.“Right?” I said, trailing after her. “And what’s even crazier is that it’s literally the exact same scene from—”“Tragedies of True Hearts, yeah,” Jade cut in, lifting a mauve sweater and holding it up to her chest. The color pulled warm gold from her eyes. “You think he’s read it?”I snorted aloud, tipping my head back. “Tristain? Reading romance novels? Please. He probably only reads grim nonfiction or pretentious realistic fiction. There’s no way he’s touched something that unhinged.”Jade only hummed, unconvinced, draping another miniskirt over her arm. God—how many skirts could one person possibly need?Rolling m
Last Updated: 2026-03-26
Chapter: Chapter Nine: TristainThe kiss detonated between us—hot, reckless, and inevitable. Her lips were soft and unguarded, a cruel contrast to the way she met me stroke for stroke, refusing to yield. It felt like coming home and committing a sin all at once. Her taste lodged itself into me, threaded through my veins, and I knew—instantly and irrevocably—that there would be no forgetting this. Or stopping it. My hand slid from her neck into her hair, fingers tightening as I angled her head, deepening the kiss until the world narrowed to heat and breath and the quiet, broken sound she made against my mouth. It still wasn’t enough. Nothing about her would ever be enough. She wasn’t something to satisfy—she was something to unravel for. I didn’t just want her. I wanted to undo her. To leave my mark so deeply that even when she hated me, she’d still feel me there. I wanted to be the thing she fought against and the thing she reached for when everything else fell apart. The thought terrified me as much as it consumed
Last Updated: 2026-03-20
Chapter: Chapter Eight: TristainMy GPS chimed softly as I rolled to a stop, the Ducati purring beneath me like it knew exactly what kind of mood I was in. I slid into a handicapped spot directly in front of the mall.I wouldn’t be here long.I cut the ignition and flipped the plate up before swinging off the bike and striding toward the entrance. Helmet stayed on. No face, no name—just intent. I didn’t need mall security remembering me if I had to come back later.Whether to rearrange someone’s face…or buy Ally something nice.The thought irritated me more than it should’ve.I didn’t understand why I was this infuriated. Ally wasn’t mine. She wasn’t property. I had no claim, no right to dictate who talked to her or who asked her out. And yet—when that name had flashed across my alert, something ugly and possessive had sparked deep in my chest.Maybe that was why I’d installed the restrictions.Control.The realization sat heavy, unsettling. Ever since that night, something inside me had cracked open, reshaped itself
Last Updated: 2026-03-10
Chapter: Chapter Seven: Ally“That’s actually wild,” Jade said, rifling through a rack of sweatshirts like she was digging for buried treasure.She’d dragged me to the mall under the noble pretense of finding an outfit for her date tomorrow, but I knew the real reason she’d invited me along. I had gossip. And Jade treated gossip the way a dehydrated woman treated water—desperately and without shame.“Right?” I said, trailing after her. “And what’s even crazier is that it’s literally the exact same scene from—”“Tragedies of True Hearts, yeah,” Jade cut in, lifting a mauve sweater and holding it up to her chest. The color pulled warm gold from her eyes. “You think he’s read it?”I snorted aloud, tipping my head back. “Tristain? Reading romance novels? Please. He probably only reads grim nonfiction or pretentious realistic fiction. There’s no way he’s touched something that unhinged.”Jade only hummed, unconvinced, draping another miniskirt over her arm. God—how many skirts could one person possibly need?Rolling m
Last Updated: 2026-03-26
Chapter: Chapter Six: TristainI worked the kitchen with mechanical ease, a dish towel slung loosely over my shoulder as I flipped the chicken in the pan, the oil snapping beneath the spatula. With my other hand, I stirred the pot of spaghetti, steam curling upward in slow, lazy spirals. The room smelled like garlic and heat—too warm, too domestic.Soft footsteps sounded behind me.“Look who finally crawled out of her fantasy world,” I said, not bothering to turn, a faint smirk edging into my voice.“Shut the hell up,” Ally snapped.I glanced over my shoulder. Her red hair was a mess of careless waves, her cheeks flushed like she’d been wound just a little too tight, and her emerald eyes sparked with irritation. She crossed the room and dropped into a chair, thumbs already flying over her phone screen.“Screenager,” I muttered, shaking my head as I turned back to the stove.I felt her glare like a physical thing pressing between my shoulder blades.“The fuck did you just say?” she demanded.I bit the inside of my c
Last Updated: 2026-02-02
Chapter: Chapter Five: AllyI sauntered down the stairs the next morning—and immediately wished I hadn’t.Tristain stood in the dining room, back half-turned, methodically adjusting the cuffs of a black dress shirt like he belonged in some tailored fantasy instead of my personal nightmare. My stomach did an annoying, traitorous little flip.A sliver of a long tattoo peeked out from beneath his rolled sleeves, immediately making me curious as to what it was.He looked exactly like how I imagined Alex Volkov in—No.Absolutely not.Get your shit together, Ally.I scowled at myself for even letting the comparison surface. He wasn’t fictional. He wasn’t charming. He was infuriating. Period.As if sensing my stare, he glanced over his shoulder. Dark hair fell lazily across those icy eyes, and—God help me—the faintest smirk tugged at his mouth.Oh. My. God.Snap out of it, Allison Trainer, I ordered myself, fighting the urge to physically shake the thoughts loose.“Good morning to you, too, Frosty,” he said, his voice
Last Updated: 2026-01-21
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