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 world had tried to destroy them.It had thrown them into the depths of despair, shackled them with impossible choices, and tested the very limits of their souls. They had lost, they had bled, and they had broken—only to rise again, stronger than before.Daniel and Rigel had faced the darkness itself.They had fought for each other when all logic said to let go.They had defied fate, rewritten prophecies, and forged their own destiny.And now, as they stood at the precipice of yet another war, another battle that threatened to take everything from them, they did not waver.Because in the end, love had endured.Not because of fate.Not because of destiny.But because they had chosen each other.Again. And again.A Rare Moment of PeaceThe battlefield stretched endlessly before them, littered with the wreckage of all they had fought for. Ash and embers still danced in the wind, painting the air with the remnants of destruction. The past lay behind them, heavy but unforgotten.Ahead,
A Love That Refuses to BreakDaniel had once believed that fate was inescapable. That no matter how hard he fought, no matter how much he resisted, destiny would always drag him back into the darkness.He had been a pawn before.A vessel. A tool. A means to an end.And for the longest time, he had believed that was all he would ever be.Until Rigel.Rigel had shattered every lie Daniel had told himself. He had stood beside him when no one else dared to. He had fought for him when even Daniel believed he wasn’t worth fighting for.Rigel had been his light. His salvation.His home.Now, as they stood on the precipice of another war—one that threatened not only their lives but the very existence of their world—Daniel realized something with absolute certainty.He would fight.Not because he was destined to.Not because he had no other choice.But because Rigel was worth fighting for.And love was stronger than fate.The Weight of the FutureThe ruins around them stood as a reminder of th
A Silence That ScreamedThe world had changed.Daniel felt it before he could even put it into words. It was in the way the wind no longer carried warmth, in the way the sun felt dim even in the height of the afternoon. The way shadows stretched just a little too far, whispering secrets no one could decipher.There had been peace—a fragile thing, barely held together by the sacrifices they had made. By the lives lost, by the pain endured. But peace was an illusion, and illusions never lasted long.Something was coming.And it was nothing like the darkness they had fought before.The first sign came in the form of silence. A kind of silence that didn’t belong to the natural world. Birds did not sing. Insects did not hum. Even the rustling of leaves had ceased. The very air around them had stilled, as if the earth itself was holding its breath.Rigel noticed it too. His shoulders were tense, his body coiled with unspoken unease. His fingers twitched at his sides, longing for a weapon ev
A Moment Borrowed from TimeThe world was quiet.For the first time in what felt like forever, there was no battle, no bloodshed, no desperate fight for survival. No whispers of darkness in Daniel’s mind, no looming council orders, no factions warring over his existence.Just silence.Just them.Daniel and Rigel lay side by side in the dim glow of their bedroom, their fingers lazily entwined between them. The air smelled faintly of lavender and rain—Rigel had opened the window earlier, claiming the night breeze felt nice against his skin.Daniel had said nothing, only watching as the wind ruffled the edges of Rigel’s hair, as the moonlight painted silver streaks across his face.He looked peaceful.It was an illusion, of course.They both knew the truth.This wasn’t real peace. It was just a pause between storms, a brief inhale before the world tore itself apart again.But for now, it was enough.Holding On, Even When It HurtsRigel shifted, propping himself on one elbow, his eyes tra
A Fragile Peace ShatteredThe café was quiet, filled with the soft hum of conversation and the scent of freshly brewed coffee. Daniel and Rigel sat at a corner table, their hands loosely entwined on the surface between them.For the first time in weeks, they had managed to carve out a moment of peace.It wouldn’t last.Daniel felt it before he saw it—a shift in the air, a ripple in the fabric of reality itself. The hairs on the back of his neck rose as the café door creaked open, and a cold wind swept through the space, chilling the warmth around them.A stranger stepped inside.Tall, cloaked, his presence heavy with something ancient and unreadable. He moved like a shadow, soundless, his gaze locked directly onto Daniel.Every instinct in Daniel’s body screamed danger.Rigel tensed beside him, his grip tightening ever so slightly. “You feel that?” he whispered.Daniel nodded, already rising from his seat as the stranger approached.The café patrons continued on as if nothing was wron
A Fragile PeaceDaniel had always imagined that if he ever made it out of the darkness alive, he would finally get his chance at a normal life.No more wars. No more nightmares. No more fighting to survive.But now, as he stood in the quiet stillness of the morning, feeling the weight of the supernatural world pressing down on him, he realized—That had been a lie.There was no going back to normal. Not for him. Not for Rigel. Not after everything they had endured.The world had changed. And so had they.A Life That No Longer FitsRigel was still asleep, his body curled into the sheets, exhaustion weighing him down after weeks of endless chaos.Daniel sat at the edge of the bed, watching the slow rise and fall of his lover’s chest, trying to take comfort in the rhythmic breathing that had once soothed him.But even now, with Rigel beside him, Daniel felt unsettled.His fingers twitched against the fabric of the blanket, still feeling the strange sensation from the night before—the whi