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 night when my whole life changes! Something changed the night I met him. I was just a regular guy, drifting through a predictable life, mostly without a stable job and income and also an orphan without any inheritance, until a single encounter shattered the calm and plunged me into something I couldn’t understand.It started on an ordinary evening, in the heart of the city, when a sharp wind picked up, carrying a sense of unease. The streets were nearly empty, and I was on my way home from my job as a professional sleeper. My mind was preoccupied, when I felt it—a presence. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as if someone’s gaze was digging into me.Turning, I found a man watching me from across the street, standing under the flickering glow of a streetlight. Tall and still as a shadow, his eyes locked onto mine, intense and unnervingly steady. My heart thudded hard against my ribs. He was beautiful, but there was something… otherworldly about him, a quiet power radiating f
The following morning, I woke with the image of the strange burned into my mind, as vivid as if I’d just seen him. That intense, almost otherworldly look in his eyes kept replaying, refusing to let go. I tried to shake it off, but every time I closed my eyes, he was there—like a phantom in the corners of my thoughts.Throughout the day, nothing felt real. Conversations blurred, routines felt mechanical. I was on autopilot, sleepwalking through my life, haunted by thoughts of him. His face, his voice, the way he seemed to know me, as if we’d met somewhere in another life—it was intoxicating. And it was terrifying even though I tried not to think about it.By nightfall, my obsession had deepened, morphing from curiosity into something darker. I started hearing things in the quiet moments—footsteps just behind me, a breath so close it sent shivers down my neck. I’d whip around, pulse pounding, but there was never anyone there. Shadows seemed to stretch and shift in unnatural ways, leavin
The nagging sense of dread only deepened after that night. Every shadow felt too close, every sound too loud. I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone—or something—was always watching me.My sleepless nights turned into restless days, and as the city outside continued its usual bustle, I delved into an entirely different world. Late nights at the library, dim-lit corners of obscure websites, anywhere I could find whispers of the things lurking beneath the surface, I wanted to be sure that I was not losing my mind. Most of it felt like nonsense, ancient folklore and children’s tales. But the more I read, the more these so-called legends started to feel… uncomfortably familiar. Beings who lived on the fringes of our world, creatures who slipped in and out of human lives, feeding off them, binding themselves to them.One night, I stumbled on an article about a local legend: a cursed protector, a being who appeared human but was anything but. It was said he was bound to a single soul—a “
After the attack, I couldn’t bring myself to go back to my apartment alone. So, here I was, walking through the dimly lit streets, led by the man who had saved my life. Every nerve in my body felt raw and exposed, every sound sharper, every shadow darker. I glanced at him, the man who was, in some twisted fate, bound to me. And for the first time, I felt more trapped than protected.We reached an abandoned building on the outskirts of town—a sanctuary he called it, one of the few places “they” couldn’t breach. He opened the door, and I followed him into a shadowed, quiet space filled with the faint smell of incense and old wood.“Stay close,” he murmured, casting a wary look around the room, though I saw no one but us. “There are rules you need to understand.”Rules. The word settled heavily in the room, filling the silence between us with its weight. I’d grown up following rules, but none of them had prepared me for this.He leaned against the wall, his face unreadable but his gaze i
The darkness finally receded, and I gasped, pulling in a sharp breath as I stumbled forward. My protector’s arm was around my waist, holding me upright as my legs wobbled beneath me. I blinked, trying to adjust to my surroundings, and realized I was no longer in the city’s desolate streets.We were in a vast, underground lair, a place both eerie and majestic. Shadows danced across the stone walls, lit by soft blue flames in sconces that lined a long, narrow hallway stretching ahead. I could feel the strange hum of power in the air, something ancient and alive, tingling against my skin.“Where are we?” I asked, my voice echoing off the cavernous walls.“This is one of our sanctuaries,” he replied quietly, his eyes scanning our surroundings as though expecting a threat to materialize at any moment. “Few know of it. Fewer still can enter.”There was a tension in his posture, a sharp alertness that matched the barely concealed fear in my own heart. I didn’t feel safe here—not with him, no