The air inside the sanctuary was still, like the quiet before a storm. I hadn’t slept much since Adrian’s faint words the night before, his warning looping in my mind like a song I couldn’t shake: “Don’t trust…” Trust who? It was a question I couldn’t answer, and it gnawed at me.Rigel sat near the hearth, his gaze fixed on the flames dancing in the fireplace. His normally guarded face seemed softer, almost vulnerable, but his jaw remained tight as if he were wrestling with thoughts too heavy to share.“You’ve been quiet,” I said softly, breaking the silence.He looked up, his golden eyes meeting mine with a flicker of something I couldn’t quite name—something raw, unguarded. “Quiet doesn’t mean I’m not thinking,” he replied, his voice rough but low.I hesitated before stepping closer. “And what are you thinking about?”He stood, his towering frame almost intimidating, but I’d learned to see past the armor he wore. “I’m thinking about how close we came to losing everything,” he said,
The air grew heavy, almost impossible to breathe, as the figure stepped through the shattered barrier. Darkness seemed to radiate from him, rippling like smoke, swallowing the light in its path. My heart pounded against my ribs, every instinct screaming at me to run, but my feet refused to move.Selene’s sharp intake of breath broke the silence. “No… It can’t be him.”Her face was pale, her usual composure slipping into raw fear. “Who is it?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she clutched at her necklace—a small, worn charm that I’d never seen her without—and her eyes filled with something I’d never seen in her before: dread. “He’s called Malrik,” she said, her voice shaking. “He’s the one who… who destroyed my family.”The shadowy figure stepped further into the sanctuary, his boots echoing on the stone floor. His features became clearer—a strikingly handsome face marred by an eerie, predatory grin. His eyes burned like embers, a deep r
The tension in the sanctuary was suffocating, not just from the rogue leader’s presence but from the words he hadn’t yet spoken. Malrik paced in slow, deliberate steps, his dark cloak whispering over the ground. He looked as though he owned the place, each step driving home the fact that we were at his mercy.“You’ve felt it, haven’t you?” he asked, his voice a silken thread laced with poison.I stood rooted in place, my body tense and trembling. The mark on my chest throbbed in time with my racing heartbeat, and I instinctively clutched at it. “Felt what?”Malrik turned, his lips curving into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “The pull. The whispers in your mind. The power clawing at you to be released.” His eyes locked on mine, and I felt as if he could see straight through me.“He doesn’t feel anything except disgust for you,” Rigel cut in, his voice sharp as steel. He stepped protectively in front of me, his broad shoulders blocking Malrik’s view. “Whatever game you’re playing,
When I woke, my body felt like it had been put through a shredder. My chest throbbed where the mark had flared, and the faint, glowing tendrils of light still lingered on my skin. The room was dim, lit by a single lantern flickering in the corner, and the muffled sound of voices outside the door reached my ears.I sat up, wincing as every muscle protested. My mind was a haze, fragments of memories or dreams floating in and out like the tide. The visions weren’t mine, though. They couldn’t be.One stood out. A forest bathed in silver light. A woman, her face blurred, whispering words I couldn’t quite catch. Her voice echoed with familiarity, and I could almost feel the touch of her hand against my cheek.“Daniel.”The sound of my name snapped me out of the vision. I turned to see Selene standing in the doorway, her arms crossed. There was a tightness in her expression that hadn’t been there before, like she was carrying something too heavy for her to admit.“How long was I out?” I aske
Selene stood in the middle of the ruined sanctuary, her silhouette outlined by the faint, crackling remnants of her protective wards. She was barely holding them together; her magic trembled under the strain, but her determination burned brighter than ever. I watched her, unable to look away, as sweat dripped from her brow, and the faint glow of her power cast shadows across her sharp features.“Daniel,” she said, her voice steady despite the chaos. “You need to go. Now.”I clenched my fists, my entire body taut with resistance. “I’m not leaving you behind.”Rigel, standing at my side, placed a firm hand on my shoulder. “We don’t have time to argue. She’s right.”“No!” I shook him off and stepped forward, ignoring the sharp look Selene threw in my direction. “We’re not splitting up. We’ve already lost too much—”Her voice cut through mine, sharper than a blade. “Daniel! Listen to me. If you stay, none of us make it out alive.”Adrian leaned heavily against the stone wall, still pale a
The sanctuary was silent, yet it echoed with Selene’s absence. The walls that once protected us were nothing more than scorched rubble, remnants of her power lingering in the air like a ghost refusing to leave. The faint scent of burnt stone and charred wood clawed at my senses, but it was nothing compared to the emptiness that hollowed out my chest.We stood there for a moment, unable to move, as if we were waiting for her to step out of the ashes, to tell us it was all some cruel illusion. But she didn’t. She wouldn’t.I stumbled forward, my legs unsteady beneath me. The place where Selene had unleashed her final spell still glowed faintly, the magic burning like embers. I knelt there, the heat of it biting against my skin, but I didn’t care.“She’s gone,” I whispered, the words tasting foreign and wrong in my mouth.Rigel loomed behind me, his silence as heavy as the world itself. He didn’t offer comfort, didn’t say a word, because what was there to say? His grief, though masked in
The cathedral loomed ahead, its crumbling spires clawing at the darkened sky. We stumbled inside, exhaustion and grief weighing us down. The air smelled of dust and mildew, and the faint light filtering through the shattered stained-glass windows painted fractured colors across the stone floor. It was a hollow echo of sanctuary—a place that had long been forgotten by time and faith.Adrian pushed the heavy doors shut behind us, his movements sharp and deliberate. “This will have to do,” he muttered, his voice tight. “They won’t find us here. Not yet.”Rigel snorted, his hand never leaving the hilt of his sword. “You think hiding in a graveyard of broken prayers is going to stop them? They’re coming, Adrian. And this time, we might not walk away.”I leaned against one of the crumbling pillars, my head pounding. Selene’s absence was a raw wound, and the tension between Rigel and Adrian felt like a fresh blade pressing against it.Adrian’s gaze flicked to me, and his expression softened
The cathedral was a mausoleum of unease, the air filled with whispers of things unsaid. Sleep had been fleeting, fractured by the endless echo of Selene’s sacrifice and the turmoil left in its wake. Even the faint, golden light of dawn filtering through the broken stained-glass windows brought no comfort.Rigel stood near the altar, his eyes scanning the empty space beyond the cathedral’s doors like a sentinel guarding against an inevitable storm. Adrian had disappeared into the shadows again, restless as ever. I sat alone near the pews, trying to make sense of it all.My mark had been quiet since last night, but it felt like the calm before the storm. I traced the faint glow beneath my shirt absentmindedly, trying to ignore the way Rigel’s sharp gaze flicked toward me every few minutes, as if I might shatter in his absence.The sound came suddenly—a soft, melodic laugh that didn’t belong here.Rigel moved in an instant, his blade drawn and ready before I’d even registered the noise.
A Desperate SearchRigel couldn’t rest.Sleep was impossible when Daniel was still out there, trapped in the clutches of an ancient evil, slipping further and further away from who he once was.The world had already turned against him. The supernatural council had issued its final decree—Daniel was too dangerous to live.Every faction, every warrior, even supposed allies, whispered the same thing:“He’s lost. He’s gone. If you try to save him, you’ll die with him.”Rigel didn’t care.He had never cared about the odds.Because this wasn’t just about saving Daniel’s soul. It was about the truth.And the visions Daniel had been having—the ones of his past life, of his former self being betrayed—meant something far greater was at play.Someone had orchestrated all of this before.Someone had betrayed Daniel once before.And they were still here.Still close.A Hidden Trail of LiesThe answer had to be in the records.Rigel had spent hours, days, poring over ancient texts, searching for an
Falling into the AbyssDaniel was drowning.Not in water, but in darkness.It pulled him down, suffocating, smothering his thoughts, his memories, his very sense of self. He could no longer tell where his body ended and the ancient evil began. He was weightless, yet trapped, caught in a current he couldn’t escape.It whispered to him—soft, coaxing, like silk against his skin.“Stop fighting, Daniel.”“This is who you were always meant to be.”He gritted his teeth, pressing his hands against his temples.“No,” he rasped. “I won’t—”Pain exploded through his skull.Visions surged before his eyes like a thousand shattered mirrors, each shard reflecting a different version of himself. A different past.And then—he wasn’t Daniel anymore.The Past That Wasn’t His… Or Was It?The world shifted, and suddenly, he stood in a grand hall bathed in golden firelight.Marble pillars stretched toward a domed ceiling, intricate carvings of celestial symbols glowing faintly. Massive banners hung from t
A Line Drawn in BloodThe world had never felt colder.Rigel stood at the center of a battlefield that was seconds away from plunging into chaos.Daniel, the man he loved, the man who had once fought beside him, now stood against him, shadowed by an army that had pledged themselves to darkness.Behind Rigel, the council’s warriors—shapeshifters, sorcerers, and celestial beings—were ready to strike Daniel down at the first command.And Rigel knew.If he didn’t stop this war now, they would try to kill him.“Step aside, Rigel,” one of the council leaders commanded, voice sharp as a blade. “Daniel is no longer the man you knew. He has chosen his side.”Rigel’s hands curled into fists.“Then you’ll have to go through me first.”A ripple of silence spread through the battlefield. Disbelief. Shock. Even Daniel tilted his head slightly, as if trying to understand what Rigel had just done.“You don’t have to die with him,” another warrior spoke, her voice laced with urgency. “This isn’t your
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