The figure stepped closer, its silhouette taking form in the dim light. As it moved, shadows seemed to cling to it, curling and shifting like smoke. My heart pounded so loudly I thought it might burst. Rigel was rigid beside me, his hands glowing faintly as he prepared to fight. “Stay back,” Rigel growled, his voice low and threatening. The figure chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that sent a shiver racing down my spine. “Oh, Rigel,” it said smoothly, the shadows receding just enough to reveal a man with sharp features, piercing silver eyes, and an unsettlingly calm demeanor. “Always so quick to bare your teeth.” “Lucian,” Rigel spat, his tone dripping with venom. Lucian. The name carried weight, even though I’d never heard it before. “And you must be Daniel,” Lucian said, his gaze shifting to me. His voice softened, almost as if he were addressing a frightened animal. “The one everyone’s been talking about.” I swallowed hard, taking a step back. “Who are you?” “Who I am is less
Lucian’s words kept replaying in my head long after he vanished into the darkness. "You don’t have to stay trapped in his shadow, Daniel. There are better ways to survive." The insinuation had been clear: I didn’t have to rely on Rigel, didn’t have to trust him. Yet here I was, walking beside him through the crumbling remains of what should’ve been a safe haven. His steps were slower than usual, his glow dimmed—both signs that the earlier fight had taken more from him than he’d admit. But it wasn’t just his silence that weighed on me. It was the truth he refused to say. The bond. The constant tether between us that I couldn’t untangle, no matter how hard I tried. There was jus a lot I felt that I was oblivious of."You’re quiet," Rigel said, breaking the heavy silence. The one who was silent said I was silent, how ironic.I didn’t look at him. "So are you." I said dryly.I could feel his eyes on me but then I avoided them. I was already too pissed at everything that was happening.
“Again.” Rigel’s voice cut through the cold morning air like a whip, sharp and unrelenting. I gritted my teeth, my muscles already screaming in protest. The stone in my hand was heavy, its surface glowing faintly under my touch. I didn’t understand why we were out here, why this mattered, why Rigel had suddenly decided that today, of all days, I needed to *learn*. “I said again, Daniel.” “You know what?” I snapped, throwing the stone at his feet. It landed with a dull thud, its glow fading. “No. I’m done.” He folded his arms, his expression as hard as the boulder behind him. The faint glow around him flickered in the weak sunlight, a constant reminder of the power he wielded and the danger he kept at bay. “You don’t get to be done,” he said coldly. “If you want to survive, you have to control it.” “Control *what*, Rigel?” I threw my arms out, my voice rising. “You keep talking about this power, this bond, but you’ve told me nothing that actually makes sense. All I know is that
The wind howled outside the small cabin, shaking the fragile windows and amplifying the unease settling in my chest. Rigel was gone—he’d slipped out earlier without a word, leaving me alone with my spiraling thoughts. The past few dasy was chaotic and I kept wondering how I managed to escape alive each time.I sat on the creaky cot, staring at the faint glow of the mark on my wrist. It pulsed rhythmically, like a second heartbeat, as though mocking me with questions I still couldn’t answer. What was this bond? Why did it make me feel both tethered to Rigel and completely out of control? Voices drifted in from outside, faint but urgent. I crept to the window, careful not to disturb the fragile glass. Rigel stood in the clearing, his figure illuminated by the eerie glow of moonlight. He wasn’t alone. The second figure stepped closer, its silhouette sharp and imposing. It didn’t take long to recognize him—the rival who had appeared just days ago, filling my head with doubts and impos
The forest seemed darker than before, as if the shadows themselves were conspiring to close in on me. Rigel walked a few paces ahead, his shoulders tense and his glow faint—just enough to light the path but not enough to chase away my doubts. His silence grated on my nerves, a constant reminder of the questions he refused to answer. “Are we just going to keep running?” I finally asked, my voice sharp. “For now, yes,” he replied without turning around. I stopped, crossing my arms. “That’s not good enough, Rigel. I deserve more than vague warnings and half-truths. What are we even running from?” He sighed, turning to face me. “From people who will do anything to control you. To use you. Do you need a detailed list, or can you trust that I’m doing my job?” “I would if you actually told me anything!” I snapped. “How am I supposed to trust you when you keep treating me like some fragile child who can’t handle the truth?” His glow flared, casting a harsh light that made his expression
The air was damp and heavy as muffled voices filtered through the walls of the dimly lit room where I sat bound to a chair. My wrists ached against the ropes, but fear was the sharper pain, gnawing at my chest as Adrian’s parting smirk replayed in my mind. He had delivered me here, to the heart of the rival faction’s lair, like a lamb to the slaughter. The door creaked open, and a tall figure stepped in, his face shadowed by the dim overhead bulb. His presence sent a chill down my spine—a mix of raw power and simmering malice. “Daniel,” he said smoothly, his voice like silk over steel. “Welcome. I trust your stay has been... enlightening.” “Who are you?” I asked, forcing my voice to remain steady despite the pounding in my chest. “I am the one who will show you the truth,” he replied, stepping closer. His features came into focus: angular, severe, with eyes that seemed to pierce through my very soul. “Unlike your protector, I won’t hide things from you. We could have avoided this m
The tension in the air was suffocating as Rigel and I finally reached the safety of our makeshift hideout after I carried him. The small cabin, nestled deep in the woods, was barely more than four walls and a roof, but it was better than nothing. Rigel leaned heavily on me as we entered, his steps faltering. “You’re bleeding,” I said, helping him to the worn-out couch in the corner. “I’ll heal,” he muttered, brushing me off. His glow, once vibrant and protective, was now faint and erratic. I wasn’t convinced. “You need rest. Or help. Or—I don’t know—something!” as much as I tried to control myself, I just could not sit and watch him in pains, it made my heart ache probably because I was the reason why he was in that situation. He shot me a sharp look. “What I need is for you to stop questioning me. I handled it.” “Handled it?” My voice rose, anger bubbling to the surface. “You nearly got yourself killed back there! And for what? To drag me back here so we can wait for the next am
The journal sat heavy in my lap like it carried the weight of the world—or at least mine. Rigel was asleep on the couch, his head tipped back, exhaustion softening the sharp lines of his face. The faint glow that usually surrounded him had dimmed to a mere flicker. I couldn’t stop myself from opening the journal again, even though every instinct screamed at me to leave it alone. Each page felt like peeling back a layer of Rigel’s soul, exposing truths I wasn’t sure I was ready for. The early entries were familiar, echoing the same cryptic warnings he’d given me. But the further I read, the darker the words became. “Human bonds have always been fragile. They’re drawn to us like moths to flame, unaware that the fire will consume them. I’ve seen it happen—time and time again.” I swallowed hard, my chest tightening. “The bond amplifies them, yes, but it also destroys them. Their bodies, their minds—they’re not meant to hold this much power. And yet they always try. Always fail.” T
The tension in the sanctuary was like a drawn bowstring, taut and ready to snap. None of us trusted one another fully, not anymore. The events of the past few days had left deep cracks in whatever fragile unity we’d once had, and now we were expected to decide whether to risk everything.Adrian stood at the center of the room, leaning against the edge of the map table with his arms crossed. His usual charm was gone, replaced by something colder, sharper. “We don’t have time to debate this endlessly,” he said, his tone clipped. “The stronghold isn’t just their base. It’s their heart. If we take it out, we cut them off at the source.”Rigel, standing stiffly in the corner, folded his arms across his chest. “And what happens if this is just another one of your games, Adrian? We follow your lead, walk into a trap, and end up dead—or worse.”Adrian didn’t flinch, but I saw the flicker of irritation in his eyes. “I’ve risked my life to help you this far,” he shot back. “What more do you wan
I followed Adrian through the lit corridors of the sanctuary, my footsteps light but my heart heavy. Something about the way he’d insisted we talk in private had set me on edge, but it wasn’t just his words. It was his expression—a fleeting mix of guilt and urgency that he hadn’t managed to mask.He turned sharply down a passage I hadn’t noticed before, leading us into a secluded alcove. The air felt cooler here, damp with an unsettling stillness.“I need to know what’s really going on,” I said, breaking the silence. “No more cryptic warnings, no more half-truths. If you want my trust, you’re going to have to earn it.”Adrian sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You think I don’t want to tell you everything?” he said, his voice low and strained. “You think I don’t want to lay it all out, clear as day? But it’s not that simple, Daniel. Not with the stakes we’re dealing with.”“Try me,” I said, crossing my arms.He hesitated, his gaze darting toward the shadows as if someone might
The air in the sanctuary felt heavy, like it was carrying the weight of unspoken accusations and unresolved tension. Adrian sat in the center of the room, his face was a mask of anger and defiance, but beneath that, I could see something else—maybe hurt, maybe frustration. I couldn’t tell. Across from him, Rigel stood rigid, his arms crossed over his chest, radiating a mix of fury and suspicion.Everyone else had scattered after the initial confrontation, though I could feel their eyes lingering on us from the shadows, waiting to see how this would play out. I stayed rooted to the spot, stuck between two men I didn’t know how to reconcile.“This is ridiculous,” Adrian said, breaking the silence. His voice was sharp, cutting through the room like a blade. “You’re accusing me of betraying the group with no real proof. Just a bunch of convenient coincidences that make me an easy target.”Rigel’s laugh was cold and bitter. “Convenient?” he echoed, stepping closer. “We found a blood-staine
The breach was chaos incarnate. The sanctuary, once a place of calm and relative safety, now swarmed with the rogue faction’s dark figures. Their presence was suffocating, an ominous tide of shadows moving with precision and deadly intent.I could barely hear myself think over the clash of weapons, the shouts, and the guttural cries of pain. My mark burned hot on my chest, its steady pulse growing erratic with every moment of danger.Rigel was at my side, his movements lethal and efficient, cutting through the attackers with ease. Selene commanded the others like a general, her voice sharp and clear even amidst the chaos. And then there was Adrian.Adrian was... everywhere. His blade gleamed as he fought off three attackers at once, his movements fluid and almost theatrical. He turned the tide at every corner, stepping in to save others with a heroism that should have been reassuring. But something didn’t sit right.Every door they breached, every point of attack—it was as if they alr
I didn’t sleep much that night. The faint glow of my mark, now spreading across my chest, felt like a brand—warm, steady, and impossible to ignore. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it pulsating like a living thing, as though it had its own heartbeat.Rigel had insisted on keeping watch, his figure a shadowy sentinel by the doorway. He hadn’t said much after I’d caught him staring at the mark, his expression unreadable but heavy with something that felt like dread. Adrian, of course, had smirked his way through the tension, tossing out half-hearted reassurances as though nothing could rattle him.“Get some rest,” Rigel had muttered to me at some point, though his tone carried none of the softness it usually did.I hadn’t responded. What could I say? That I was terrified of what was happening to me? That I didn’t know if I trusted either of them—or myself?By morning, the unease hanging over us had thickened into something palpable. Selene’s sharp, no-nonsense demeanor didn’t help. Sh
The sanctuary was still, the kind of quiet that felt both comforting and unsettling. For the first time in days, we weren’t running or fighting for our lives, but the tension between us made the air feel heavier than ever.We all sat around a flickering fire in the main hall, its light playing off the rough stone walls. Selene, who was usually the picture of strength, stared at the flames like they held some kind of answer.“This place reminds me of home,” she said after a while, her voice softer than I’d ever heard it.I glanced at her, surprised. Selene didn’t talk about her past. Not ever.Adrian, leaning back against the wall like he had all the time in the world, tilted his head. “You never mentioned where you’re from. What was it like?”Selene hesitated, her fingers tightening around the edge of her cloak. “Small. Quiet. Just a little village where nothing much ever happened.” Her eyes didn’t move from the fire. “We weren’t important. Just farmers. But we were happy.”Her voice
Adrian’s sanctuary was nothing like I expected. We followed him through winding paths deep in the forest until he led us to a hidden clearing, surrounded by towering trees that formed a natural barrier. Beyond the clearing stood an old, weathered stone structure, half-covered in ivy and moss. Despite its age, there was something undeniably sturdy and welcoming about it—a fortress carved out of time itself.“Welcome to my humble abode,” Adrian said, gesturing grandly as he pushed open the heavy wooden doors.Inside, the air was cool and smelled faintly of cedar and smoke. The central hall was lit by a massive fireplace, its flames casting dancing shadows on the high, vaulted ceiling. The walls were lined with shelves filled with books, maps, and an assortment of objects that looked both ancient and dangerous.“This place,” Adrian began as he moved toward the fire, “is a refuge. A sanctuary for those who’ve been caught in the crossfire of supernatural wars. No one finds it unless I want
The sunlight peeked through the trees, casting long shadows on the forest floor as we packed up our things. Despite the tension hanging in the air, Adrian moved around like he didn’t have a care in the world. His every move was smooth, deliberate, and annoyingly confident.I didn’t know how he managed to make a simple task like rolling up a bedroll look like some kind of performance, but he did. The guy even whistled a tune like he wasn’t on the run from people—or creatures—who wanted us all dead.“Daniel,” he called out, his voice laced with amusement. “You’re going to wear out those boots if you keep staring at them like that.”I looked up from the straps I’d been fumbling with and found him leaning against a tree, arms crossed and a grin on his face. That damn grin.“Just trying to make sure they’re secure,” I replied, probably a little too defensively.Adrian chuckled, pushing off the tree and sauntering over. “Or maybe you’re trying to avoid the fact that you’ve been unusually qui
The forest’s oppressive darkness pressed in from all sides, the faint rustling of leaves punctuated by the distant growls of the creatures still hunting us. My legs felt like lead, each step harder than the last as adrenaline began to wane. Selene stumbled ahead, her breaths sharp and uneven, her usual confidence cracked under the strain of the fight. In fact everyone was tensed.Behind me, Rigel loomed, his presence as solid and overwhelming as ever. But his silence was more unnerving than any sound. He hadn’t said a word since the creatures attacked, and the tension between us was thicker than the fog that clung to the forest floor.“Daniel, we need to stop,” Selene panted, leaning against a tree. Her face was pale, her hands trembling as she tried to summon another spell.“We can’t,” Rigel growled, his eyes scanning the shadows. “They’re still out there.”“And we’re sitting ducks if we collapse from exhaustion,” she shot back, her tone sharper than I’d ever heard it.A sound—a low w