Elixir's POVEverything around me shakes crazily. Light and dark twist together, fighting each other. The air is heavy with so much power that I can feel it pushing on my skin and getting into my bones.Soren is next to me, not backing down, every muscle tense. The gold figures stand there, their empty eyes staring at me like they're waiting for something.I grab my chest, breathing hard. The power under my skin feels alive. It squirms; it needs something.You have to pick, the woman who looks just like me whispers.My head became heavier. I know that the second I walk toward her, toward that gold place, there's no turning back. I'll become something scary or maybe unpredictable. Something not connected to the world I fought so hard for anymore.But if I stay… and I fight… I don't even know if I can make it through this. A scream cuts through the air. Soren jumps, quickly turning his head toward the sound. My stomach dropped.That voice, I know that voice.Lucian.The air shifts al
Elixir’s Point Of View The moon hung heavy in the velvet sky, a silent spectator to my misery. Its silvery light streamed through the cracks in my attic window, illuminating the meager space I called a room. The scent of damp wood and dust filled the air, clinging to my skin as I sat on the creaking mattress. My body ached from the day’s work, scrubbing floors, hauling firewood, and preparing meals for people who barely acknowledged my existence. I was exhausted, but not just physically. My soul felt tired, like an overworked thread fraying at the edges.Ever since my father’s death, my life had become a cruel caricature of the promises he made me believe in. “Elixir, my love,” he used to say, “you’re destined for greatness. You’re special.” Those words were now a distant memory, buried under the weight of his widow’s cruelty.*Flashback begins*His breathing was labored, every exhale sounding like it would be his last. I sat by his bedside, clutching his frail hand in mine. My stepm
Elixir’s POVThe woods had become my prison and my refuge. For three years, I had wandered these endless trees, my only companions the sounds of rustling leaves and distant howls. The moonlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting an eerie glow over the forest floor as I scoured for food. Hunger clawed at my insides like a restless beast, but the ache was familiar. Survival in exile was nothing new.Three years. That’s how long it had been since the day I was cast out, burned in the most literal and figurative sense. My stepmother and Amaya had been the first to call me a monster, their screams fueling the pack’s rage. It hadn’t mattered that I didn’t understand what was happening to me. My half-shifted form, the raw, untamed power surging through me, had been enough for them to judge me unworthy of the pack.So here I was, nothing more than a shadow of the girl I used to be, wandering the edges of a world that no longer wanted me.I tightened the tattered cloak around my should
Lucian’s POVThe soft crackle of the fireplace was the only sound in the room, but it did nothing to ease the storm raging in my head. I paced back and forth, each step a futile attempt to shake off the tension coiling tighter in my chest."What the hell were we thinking?" I muttered under my breath, running a hand through my hair. My boots scuffed against the wooden floor as I turned sharply, my eyes darting to the unconscious girl lying on the bed.Soren sat beside her, his chin resting on his hand, studying her face like she was some rare artifact. Meanwhile, Ewen leaned against the far wall, his arms crossed and his expression as unreadable as ever. The man could remain calm in the middle of a damn hurricane, and it drove me crazy."Lucian," Ewen said, his voice steady and deliberate, "if you don’t stop pacing, I swear to the gods, I’ll tie you to that chair."I glared at him, my fists clenching at my sides. "How the hell are you so calm right now? We don’t even know if she’s the
Elixir’s POV"You have to eat something," Soren said, his voice calm but firm, like he was talking to a stubborn child. He gestured to the plate of food he’d placed on the bedside table earlier. "You’ve been through a lot. You’ll need your strength."I sat cross-legged on the bed, staring at the food but unable to stomach the thought of eating. My throat felt tight, my chest hollow. Everything that had happened was too much, too fast.Three men.. no, three Alpha's had taken me from the woods and brought me here, claiming I was part of some prophecy. It sounded ridiculous, like something out of a bad story, and yet… my body still ached from the transformation I couldn’t explain. The symbol, their words, the way my very essence had responded, it was all too real."Who even are you people?" I finally managed to ask, my voice hoarse.The dark-haired one with an air of authority that made the room feel ten degrees colder, stepped forward. His movements were deliberate, his gaze piercing. "
Elixir’s POVThe full moon loomed high above, its silver glow casting long shadows across the room where I sat, hands clenched tightly in my lap. My heart thudded in my chest as the reality of my decision sank in. I had agreed to something that seemed impossible just days ago: to become their queen.The door creaked open, and Lucian stepped inside, his expression as unreadable as ever. Behind him, Soren and Ewen followed, their faces a mix of curiosity and calm calculation. Despite their different demeanors, there was an unspoken intensity in the room that made it hard to breathe.“You’re sure about this?” Lucian asked, his voice low and firm. He crossed his arms, his dark eyes fixed on mine.I swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “I’m sure.” My voice sounded steadier than I felt, but my resolve remained firm. “If this is what it takes to bring peace and… to belong, then yes.”Soren stepped forward, his expression softer. “You’re braver than you think, Elixir. But this isn
Elixir's POVThe night was way too quiet. No crickets chirped. No leaves rustled. It felt like the forest was holding its breath. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to wrap my head around everything. My bond with Lucian, Soren, and Ewen wasn't just a feeling. It felt real, like a soft thread connecting us.A sharp knock pulled me from my thoughts. I jumped up and called, "Come in."Soren opened the door. He looked serious like he had been running his hands through his messed-up hair."Can't sleep?" he asked as he shut the door.I shook my head. "There's too much going on."He sat at the edge of my bed, making it dip a little. "That makes sense. Tonight was a lot."I looked at him, unsure of what to say. His honest gaze tightened my chest. "Do you ever doubt it?" I asked. "The prophecy? The bond?"Soren leaned forward. "All the time. But it's not just about fate. It's about choice. I choose to trust you, Elixir. I choose to trust this."His words warmed me, but I barely had t
Elixir POVThe silence that followed the rogue's death was unnerving. The room, still reeling from the chaos, seemed to hold its breath. The only sound was the faint rustling of the shattered curtains as the wind crept in through the broken window.Lucian stood frozen, his dark eyes fixed on me as if he were searching for answers that even I didn't have. Soren's hand rested lightly on my shoulder, but his usual calming presence felt charged like he was barely containing a storm within himself. Ewen, ever stoic, crouched near the rogue's lifeless body, his fingers brushing against the singed edges of its fur."What just happened, Elixir?" Lucian's voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, a sharpness that cut through the tension.I shook my head, my hands trembling at my sides. "I don't know," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I didn't mean to… I didn't know I could do that.""You've never shown any signs of magic before," Ewen said, his tone low and measured. He straightened,
Elixir's POVEverything around me shakes crazily. Light and dark twist together, fighting each other. The air is heavy with so much power that I can feel it pushing on my skin and getting into my bones.Soren is next to me, not backing down, every muscle tense. The gold figures stand there, their empty eyes staring at me like they're waiting for something.I grab my chest, breathing hard. The power under my skin feels alive. It squirms; it needs something.You have to pick, the woman who looks just like me whispers.My head became heavier. I know that the second I walk toward her, toward that gold place, there's no turning back. I'll become something scary or maybe unpredictable. Something not connected to the world I fought so hard for anymore.But if I stay… and I fight… I don't even know if I can make it through this. A scream cuts through the air. Soren jumps, quickly turning his head toward the sound. My stomach dropped.That voice, I know that voice.Lucian.The air shifts al
Elixir’s ViewWe're falling, It feels like it's never going to end, like the void swallowed has us whole. Everything just poof disappeared. The shiny gold people, the super bright light, even the little voices from that weird world I never belonged to. Gone.I can't even scream or take a proper breath.The only thing keeping me together is Soren holding onto me like crazy. His fingers are digging into my wrist, and he’s squeezing so hard. I can feel his arm shaking like he’s putting every ounce of strength into keeping me from falling into this dark pit.But it's probably not even enough.This dark pull is way stronger than I thought. For a split second, my heart drops because his grip goes a little loose.Oh no.I freak out and grab his arm with my free hand, digging my nails into his skin.Hold on! He manages to yell, but the wind is so loud I can barely hear him.I feel myself losing it.This unseen thing is dragging me down with no mercy.If I let go now, I'm never coming back.I
Elixir’s POVThe area between the gold statues and Soren feels like a tense standoff—quiet but about to blow. You could cut the tension with a knife.My heart's hammering in my chest like crazy, warning me. I try to move, to get away from whatever's holding me here, but I can't. The gold woman—the one who looks just like me—is staring at me blankly.You don't get it yet, she says, her voice smooth. But you will.I feel a weird tingle under my skin when she says that, like I should know her. But I don't. And I don't want to.I don't belong here.Soren takes another step, and the darkness around him looks like armor. His face is set, and you can't read what he's thinking, but I can feel him. He's ticked off but determined.I said, let her go, he says, his voice sharp.The gold figures don't move, and their presence just crowds the space, makes it hard to breathe. They aren't scared of him. But they should be.A low hum vibrates through the place, making my skin crawl. It's not a languag
Elixir’s POVThe second my foot touched that bright ground, everything flipped. I felt this jolt of something old shoot right through me, something that felt like it shouldn't even exist. It was just raw force. No holding back. It didn't just hang around inside me; it took over, like this thing that had been waiting for me to come back finally had what it wanted.I tried to catch my breath, but the air was thick with voices. They weren't far off anymore; they were right there, all around me, speaking some language I couldn't make out. And yet, somehow, I knew what they were saying.Welcome home.My body felt like it weighed nothing, but at the same time, I felt this pressure, like a thousand lives were pushing in on me. Then came this wave of images, none of them mine. They flashed by so fast I could hardly make them out.I saw this seat made out of bone, empty.There was this battle, all fire and shadow. A whole place in trouble, begging for someone to save it.And a lady who never
The Last Question If you were me, would you fight to live? Or would you let fate claim you? I never thought I would ask myself this. I always believed that life, no matter how difficult, was something worth holding onto. But now, standing at the edge of everything I’ve ever known, I am not sure. The woman who wears my face stands before me. She is not a shadow anymore. She is real with flesh and bone. Eyes that mirror my own, yet they do not belong to me. The whispers have gone silent. The village is still. Everyone is watching, but no one dares to speak. "It’s time," she says again, her voice calm. Certain. I feel the weight of her words pressing against my chest, heavy and suffocating. "What do you want from me?" My voice hardly went above a whisper. She lifted her head, considering me. "I want what was always meant to be. For you to accept the truth." "And what is that?" She takes a step forward. I do not move. "You were never meant to stay here," she says
Entry Six – The Choice That Will End Everything I stand in the center of the village square, the burned symbol beneath my feet still pulsing with an unseen force. The whispers have stopped, but their silence is heavier than their words ever were. But I do not move. Because this moment was always meant to come. The ground beneath me hums, the burned symbol searing against the soles of my feet. I try to ignore the way it pulses, a slow, steady heartbeat that is not my own. And then, there is her. My shadow, My twin, My fate. She stands at the edge of the circle, the torches casting flickering light across her face. She looks like me, but she is not me. She is something else, something older, something endless. "You hesitate," she says, her voice smooth as silk, as cold as the grave. I swallow hard. "I don’t know what I’m supposed to do." She tilts her head, dark hair falling over her shoulder. "You already know." I clench my fists. "Stop saying that." She smiles, a s
Entry Five – The Shadows That Speak My Name The whispers never stop. At first, they came only at night, slipping into my dreams like a cold breath against my skin. I could push them away and then, dismiss them as nightmares, as tricks of my weary mind. But they are not nightmares. They are not tricks. Now, they follow me everywhere. I hear them in the rustling of the trees when the wind is still. I hear them in the crackling of the fire when no one is near. I hear them in the silence, in the spaces between each heartbeat, growing louder, more insistent. They do not scream, they do not beg, they whisper. Soft, Constant and Unrelenting. Elixir!!!.A name I have known all my life, yet it feels foreign when they speak it. I do not answer; I do not dare. Because I know the moment I do, everything will change. The Shadows in the FireI keep myself busy, trying to silence them. The village is awake long before the sun rises, and I force myself into the rhythm of daily li
Entry Four: The Masked Man and His Lies I met him in the ruins of a forgotten world. The sky was dull gray, thick with the scent of ash and something ancient. The ground beneath me felt wrong, like I was standing on the bones of something that had once lived and still remembered. Every step I took felt like an intrusion; the earth itself wanted me gone. And then he appeared, A man in a mask, standing at the edge of the ruins, watching me as if he had been waiting forever. He did not move like other men. His presence was unsettling, quiet but heavy, like a shadow stretching where no light had touched. He wore dark robes, torn at the edges, and a mask that hid everything except his eyes. They were hollow, empty yet burning with a knowing I didn’t understand. "You came," he said. His voice was calm and unreadable as if my arrival had been inevitable. My fist tightened. "I don’t even know who you are."His head slightly lifted. "You do." I shook my head. "No, I don't." "You will," h
Entry Three: The Men Who Bleed for MeI stumbled back, my breath seizing in my throat as the weight of the situation pressed down on me. The flame sparkled, throwing extensive shadows on the walls, but no amount of darkness could cover up what I saw. She stood there, scanning my posture and expression except for her smile. It was too knowing, too satisfied as if she had won a battle I didn’t even know I was fighting. I didn’t blink. Neither did she. The silence between us stretched, thick with invisibles, words unspoken, and the ancient. My hands clenched into fists, my nails digging into my palms as I forced myself to speak. "Who are you?" My voice came out hoarse, barely a wave. "You already know," she answered, lifting her head. "You’ve always known who I am." I shook my head. "You’re lying."Her smile widened. "Am I, she asked?" The mirror rippled as if made of water, distorting her form and warping her features. The room grew colder, and the air thinned around me. "You s