The cold air hit my face like shards of glass as I sprinted through the dense forest, my heart hammering against my ribs. Every snap of a twig or rustle of leaves sent my pulse spiking. They were coming. I didn’t know how many, but I could feel their presence closing in—dark, menacing, and unrelenting. We managed to escape just to be chased again
"Daniel, move faster!" Rigel's voice roared from somewhere behind me, his tone sharp and commanding. It wasn’t like his usual calm demeanor. He sounded... panicked. I turned backwards slightly and saw how he still looked strangely handsome even as he rushed behind me.
Branches tore at my skin as I stumbled over roots, my lungs burning with every gasp. I wanted to shout at him, to demand answers, but there wasn’t time. The air grew heavier, the kind of oppressive weight that only came when they were near.
A sudden growl shattered the night. My body froze instinctively, but Rigel grabbed my arm and yanked me forward with terrifying strength.
“Don’t stop,” he growled, his golden eyes blazing in the moonlight. His face was smeared with blood—not his, I hoped—but the way he clutched his side told me otherwise.
We broke into a clearing, and I dared to glance back. That’s when I saw them—twisted figures with glowing red eyes and grotesque, shifting forms. They moved as one, like shadows come alive, their teeth gleaming like daggers.
“They’re faster this time,” I choked out, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my feet.
“And more dangerous,” Rigel hissed. He raised a hand, and a blast of energy erupted from his palm, crashing into the creatures. The ground trembled as some of them dissolved into ash, but more surged forward, undeterred.
This wasn’t like before. They weren’t just toying with me—they wanted blood. My blood!
“Over there!” Rigel pointed to a cluster of boulders ahead. “We need to make a stand.”
“A stand?” I wheezed. “You’re injured!” I could not stand to see him in pain. I did not even know why seeing him in that pain make me feel a sharp pain in my chest. I did not know if that was the feeling of heartbreak that couples go through because I had never felt that way
“Doesn’t matter,” he snapped. “They won’t stop unless we stop them.”
We reached the rocks, and Rigel spun around, his hand already glowing with raw energy. He unleashed another blast, his power cutting through the first wave of attackers. But then he staggered, his breathing ragged.
“Rigel!” I grabbed his arm, panic bubbling up. “You can’t keep this up!”
“They’re not giving us a choice,” he said through gritted teeth. Blood seeped through his shirt, staining his side. It was then I realized—he wasn’t invincible. Despite all his power, he could bleed.
The creatures circled us, their movements very deliberate, almost mocking. Rigel stood tall, his aura flickering like a dying flame. I wanted to fight, to help him, but I didn’t know how. I knew I was no match for them but still I wanted to help but how? That was the big question.
Then, I felt it.
A strange warmth spread across my chest, and when I looked down, I saw it—a faint, glowing mark etched into my skin, pulsating softly like a heartbeat. It wasn’t there before.
“What the hell is this?” I whispered, my fingers brushing the symbol. It felt alive, like it was connected to something—someone.
Rigel’s gaze snapped to me, his golden eyes widening. “You’re... marked.”
“Marked? What does that mean?”
His expression darkened, but before he could answer, one of the creatures lunged at him. Rigel spun and struck it down with a roar, but his movements were slower now, his injuries taking their toll.
“Run!” he shouted.
“No!” I screamed back. “Not without you!”
Another growl pierced the air, and this time, it came from somewhere too close. I turned, my heart leaping into my throat as a creature loomed behind me, its claws raised high.
For a moment, everything slowed. I could see Rigel out of the corner of my eye, his mouth open in a silent warning. The glow on my chest intensified, the heat building until it was almost unbearable.
And then... Everything went white with a sharp and very loud sound that could deafen my ear.
The air inside the refuge felt heavy, charged with a strange energy that made my skin tingle. It was as if the walls themselves pulsed with life, whispering secrets I wasn’t meant to hear. Shadows flickered and danced along the stone corridors, cast by the dim glow of lanterns hung at uneven intervals. Rigel limped ahead of me, his injuries bandaged hastily but still bleeding through in places. He didn’t complain, though his clenched jaw and the tension in his shoulders betrayed the pain he was in. "Where are we?" I asked, my voice bouncing off the walls. "A sanctuary," Rigel said without looking back. "One of the few left." The corridor opened into a vast underground chamber, its ceiling soaring high above us and lit by a strange, glowing orb that hovered in the center. The space was bustling with activity—people moving quickly, their faces pale and strained. Some carried weapons I couldn’t name; others clutched books bound in leather so old they looked ready to crumble. I felt
The sanctuary was filled with screams, roars, and the clash of steel. I could barely hear my own panicked breathing over the chaos. The walls shook violently, loose stones falling from the ceiling as the enemy forced their way inside. “How do they even keep finding us?” I growled in confusion.“Keep moving!” Rigel barked, dragging me through the crumbling halls. His grip was bruising, his pace relentless despite his injuries. Around us, defenders fought desperately against the onslaught of grotesque creatures. These weren’t the same shadowy figures that had chased us before—they were larger, their monstrous forms fully solid. Clawed hands and gaping maws lunged at anyone in their path, their shrieks chilling me to the bone. We rounded a corner, only to come face-to-face with one of the creatures. Its red eyes gleamed as it let out a guttural snarl, raising a blade-like appendage. Rigel shoved me aside just as it swung, the blade slicing through the air where I had been standing mom
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 world felt wrong. Something had shifted—something irreversible. The moment the temple fell into darkness, the supernatural world knew. Across realms, in the deepest corners of the world where shadows whispered secrets, the air changed. Something new had awakened. Or rather—something very, very old. The council was the first to sense it. The moment Daniel disappeared, the High Seers’ sacred flames went out. The oldest vampires found their blood turning cold. The fae felt the balance of magic shift. Even the rogue leader, miles away, staggered, clutching his chest as the dark power he had once served was drowned out by something much greater. Something he didn’t recognize. For the first time in centuries, the supernatural world was unified—not by alliances, not by treaties, but by a singular, overwhelming terror. Daniel was gone. And something else was in his place. Rigel’s Desperation “Bring him back!” Rigel’s voice was raw, hoarse from shouting. He was still kne
Daniel had never felt so clear-headed. So strong. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he wasn’t drowning in fear or doubt. He wasn’t fighting against something he couldn’t control. He was the control. Power thrummed through his veins—dark, intoxicating, and endless. He could feel the ancient force within him, guiding his steps, sharpening his thoughts. He stood at the head of Veyron’s army, gazing down at the battlefield stretched before him. A sea of supernatural warriors stood at the ready—creatures of the night, rebels who had long abandoned the council, and shadows that slithered through the ground like liquid death. And yet, despite their numbers, Daniel knew exactly where his eyes were drawn. Rigel. Standing defiantly, sword in hand, eyes burning with something painfully familiar—love and fury, hope and heartbreak, all at once. “Daniel,” Rigel called, voice cutting through the tension like a blade. “You don’t have to do this.” Daniel tilted his head, taki
The Darkness Takes HoldDaniel had never felt so clear-headed. So strong.For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he wasn’t drowning in fear or doubt. He wasn’t fighting against something he couldn’t control.He was the control.Power thrummed through his veins—dark, intoxicating, and endless. He could feel the ancient force within him, guiding his steps, sharpening his thoughts.He stood at the head of Veyron’s army, gazing down at the battlefield stretched before him. A sea of supernatural warriors stood at the ready—creatures of the night, rebels who had long abandoned the council, and shadows that slithered through the ground like liquid death.And yet, despite their numbers, Daniel knew exactly where his eyes were drawn.Rigel.Standing defiantly, sword in hand, eyes burning with something painfully familiar—love and fury, hope and heartbreak, all at once.“Daniel,” Rigel called, voice cutting through the tension like a blade. “You don’t have to do this.”Daniel tilted
The Moment of SurrenderDaniel didn’t struggle.The moment he let the darkness swallow him whole, a cold, terrifying stillness settled over his body. It wasn’t painful. It wasn’t violent.It was acceptance.For weeks, he had been fighting—clawing, screaming, breaking—trying to hold on to something that was never meant to last. Trying to fight a war he had already lost.But this?This was peace.Veyron stood beside him, an eerie smile curling at the edges of his lips.“Finally,” he murmured. “You understand.”Daniel turned his head slightly, catching a glimpse of Rigel in the distance. He could still hear the echoes of his voice—pleading, furious, desperate.“Daniel, please!”But it was too late.The choice was already made.Daniel let out a slow, steady breath and closed his eyes. When he opened them again—they were completely black.Rigel’s DevastationNo.This wasn’t happening.Rigel’s hands were shaking. His lungs burned. His heart was shattering inside his chest.“Daniel!” he roar
The Moment Everything ChangedRigel’s body shook violently, the invisible force crushing his throat. He couldn’t breathe.Daniel’s voice was distant, panicked, but Rigel couldn’t focus on anything except the burning pain in his lungs.Veyron was going to kill him.The realization sent a violent surge of magic through Rigel’s veins.With sheer, desperate willpower, he twisted his hand in a cutting motion, summoning a burst of white-hot energy. It shattered the unseen hold on his body, and he dropped like a stone, coughing violently.Before he could recover, a shadow loomed over him.“You’re persistent,” Veyron murmured, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “I respect that.”Rigel spat blood onto the ground and forced himself up, his entire body aching. “Go to hell.”Veyron simply smirked. “Oh, I plan to. And I’m taking Daniel with me.”Rigel’s chest tightened. His heartbeat was loud, deafening. He turned his gaze toward Daniel—who hadn’t moved.He was just standing there.Frozen. Shaken.
Daniel sat in silence, his hands gripping the arms of the stone chair as the council’s voices echoed through the grand chamber. The walls of the ancient hall loomed around him, adorned with tapestries depicting wars, betrayals, and supernatural history—stories that now felt disturbingly familiar in his mind. Because this wasn’t just history. It was his history. And Rigel’s. He risked a glance at Rigel, who stood beside him with his arms crossed, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might shatter. He hadn’t said a word since Daniel had told him the truth—about the vision, about their past, about the curse that seemed to wrap around them like an inescapable noose. And Rigel was terrified. Not of Daniel. But of losing him. The council members, seated in a crescent of towering thrones, spoke in low, urgent tones. “If he was a danger then, he will be a danger now.” “The prophecy has warned us time and time again—his existence alone could tip the balance.” “Can he truly r
The first signs of trouble were whispers on the wind. Scouts returned with strange reports—villages abandoned overnight, entire factions bending the knee to a force moving in the shadows. Something was coming. Daniel and Rigel were still on the run, hiding in the crumbling remains of an old monastery, when their latest ally—Jorin, a former supernatural bounty hunter—came rushing in, breathless and wide-eyed. “We have a problem.” Rigel stiffened. Daniel, who had been sitting by the fire, barely reacted. He hadn’t been sleeping. Not really. The blackouts were getting worse, the whispers louder, and every time he closed his eyes, he feared he’d wake up covered in blood again. Jorin’s gaze flicked between them before he spoke the name that sent a cold chill through the room. “Veyron is alive.” Rigel’s breath hitched. Daniel frowned, slow and detached. “Veyron’s dead.” “Apparently not,” Jorin muttered. “And he’s not alone. He’s got an army.” Daniel exhaled sharply, running a han
The Rumors BeginThe first signs of trouble were whispers on the wind.Scouts returned with strange reports—villages abandoned overnight, entire factions bending the knee to a force moving in the shadows. Something was coming.Daniel and Rigel were still on the run, hiding in the crumbling remains of an old monastery, when their latest ally—Jorin, a former supernatural bounty hunter—came rushing in, breathless and wide-eyed.“We have a problem.”Rigel stiffened. Daniel, who had been sitting by the fire, barely reacted. He hadn’t been sleeping. Not really. The blackouts were getting worse, the whispers louder, and every time he closed his eyes, he feared he’d wake up covered in blood again.Jorin’s gaze flicked between them before he spoke the name that sent a cold chill through the room.“Veyron is alive.”Rigel’s breath hitched.Daniel frowned, slow and detached. “Veyron’s dead.”“Apparently not,” Jorin muttered. “And he’s not alone. He’s got an army.”Daniel exhaled sharply, running
The First BlackoutThe first time it happened, Daniel woke up somewhere unfamiliar.His body ached. His head throbbed. A slow, steady drip echoed around him, the sound of water sliding down cavern walls.The air was damp, thick with the scent of earth and something else—something metallic.Daniel’s breath hitched. He forced his heavy limbs to move, palms pressing against the cold ground as he pushed himself upright.His fingers touched something warm and wet.His stomach twisted.Blood.Daniel jerked back, chest heaving, hands trembling as he lifted them into the dim light. They glistened red.His heart pounded so loudly it drowned out every other sound. Slowly, hesitantly, his gaze shifted forward—to the body sprawled before him.A man. A hunter. His throat had been ripped open.Daniel’s entire body seized with horror.“No… no, no, no—”His mind was blank. No memory of a fight. No recollection of the moment his hands—his claws—had torn through flesh.He blacked out. Again.And this t