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Chapter 72: Into the Rift
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The mark burned.Not in a way that seared flesh or caused pain—but in a way that felt wrong. Like something foreign had slipped beneath Lena’s skin and taken root.She clenched her fingers against the sensation, willing it to stop, but it pulsed again—slow, rhythmic, like a second heartbeat.Like a claim.Cassian’s gaze hadn’t left her chest, his expression carved from stone. “We need answers.”Dorian scoffed. “Oh, you mean beyond ‘Lena’s cursed, the Rift is a manipulative bastard, and we’re all about to die in a horrifyingly poetic way’? Because I think we’ve covered that.”Idris ignored him, stepping closer. “That mark…” He didn’t touch it, but his fingers hovered near her skin, his magic stirring in the air. His eyes narrowed. “It’s layered.”Lena swallowed. “What does that mean?”“It’s not just Rift energy. There’s something else—something alive.”Cassian went rigid. “Alive?”Idris nodded. “Like a binding spell… but more intimate. As if the Rift isn’t just connected to her—it’s wa
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The air crackled with magic.Idris knelt before Lena, his fingers moving in careful, precise motions as he drew symbols in the space between them. The lines of energy glowed faintly, pulsing in rhythm with the mark on her skin.Cassian sat at her side, his presence solid, grounding. His fingers brushed hers, a silent promise that he was here.Lena focused on that touch, anchoring herself as Idris began to chant.The words weren’t in any language she recognized. They were ancient, raw—power woven into sound. The symbols he’d drawn pulsed brighter, casting eerie shadows against the walls.And then—The mark on her chest burned.Lena sucked in a sharp breath, clutching at her skin as a searing heat spread through her veins. The world around her twisted, the study fading—No. Not fading.Peeling away.A dark wind howled, pulling at her, dragging her into something deeper.Cassian’s grip tightened. “Lena!”She tried to answer, but the Rift took her.—She landed hard, her knees slamming ag
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The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken fears.Lena still felt the Rift’s presence coiled inside her, like a shadow waiting to unfurl. She could sense Cassian’s steady grip on her shoulders, grounding her in reality, but something deep inside her had shifted. She wasn’t sure if she was stronger now or if she had simply invited something far more dangerous into herself.“We need to know what this means,” Idris finally said, his voice measured but tense. “If you’ve claimed part of the Rift… then what has it claimed from you?”Lena exhaled sharply. That was the question gnawing at the edge of her mind.“I don’t know,” she admitted. “But I felt something. Beyond the throne, beyond her.” She hesitated, then whispered, “Something was watching me.”Cassian stiffened, his fingers tightening against her.Dorian muttered a curse. “Well, that’s not horrifying at all.”Idris’s eyes flickered with unease. “Describe it.”Lena searched for words, but all she could recall was the sens
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The chamber shifted.Not physically, but the very air seemed to warp, growing heavier, pressing against Lena’s chest like a vice. The flickering blue flames lining the walls cast eerie, dancing shadows that twisted unnaturally, moving in ways that defied logic.Lena’s breath hitched.“Did anyone else hear that?” Dorian muttered, hand drifting to his sword.Cassian didn’t answer. His body was taut, golden eyes scanning the chamber as if expecting something to emerge from the shadows. Idris took a slow step back, his fingers glowing faintly with defensive magic.Then—The whisper returned, curling through the air like smoke."You should not have come."The flames burned brighter, licking against the stone walls. The shelves groaned, books trembling as if something unseen moved through them.Lena swallowed hard. Not real. Not real.Except—she knew it was real.The Rift inside her reacted violently, pulsing against her ribs as if trying to answer whatever was in this room.And then, the s
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His Hunger, My Curse Chapter 75: Bound by Shadows
The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken fears.Lena still felt the Rift’s presence coiled inside her, like a shadow waiting to unfurl. She could sense Cassian’s steady grip on her shoulders, grounding her in reality, but something deep inside her had shifted. She wasn’t sure if she was stronger now or if she had simply invited something far more dangerous into herself.“We need to know what this means,” Idris finally said, his voice measured but tense. “If you’ve claimed part of the Rift… then what has it claimed from you?”Lena exhaled sharply. That was the question gnawing at the edge of her mind.“I don’t know,” she admitted. “But I felt something. Beyond the throne, beyond her.” She hesitated, then whispered, “Something was watching me.”Cassian stiffened, his fingers tightening against her.Dorian muttered a curse. “Well, that’s not horrifying at all.”Idris’s eyes flickered with unease. “Describe it.”Lena searched for words, but all she could recall was the sens
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His Hunger, My Curse Chapter 72: Into the Rift
Cassian’s body went cold the instant he let go. The world around him vanished, and the weight of reality slipped away.He wasn’t falling.He wasn’t moving.He just was.A breath—if he could call it that—echoed around him, soft and slow, like the Rift itself was breathing him in.Then—Lena’s scream.The sound shattered the silence, raw and desperate. It didn’t come from in front of him, or behind. It came from everywhere.Cassian forced himself forward, even though there was no direction, no path. He followed the pull of his instincts, the tether that bound him to Lena, and the shadows twisted around him, shifting and writhing like something alive.Then he saw her.She was on her knees before the dark throne, her body trembling, her hands clutching at her head. She looked smaller than he had ever seen her. Vulnerable. Trapped.And standing over her—Her shadow.The other Lena.Cassian didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward, fire surging through his veins. “Get away from her.”The shadow
His Hunger, My Curse Chapter 71: Shadows of the Past
The journey stretched long, the silence between them filled only by the rhythmic clatter of hooves against dirt. The further they traveled from the capital, the more the air seemed to shift—thicker, charged with something Lena couldn’t quite name.She had grown up in these lands, but as they neared the village, an uneasy weight settled in her chest. Everything looked the same—the rolling fields, the dense tree lines, the familiar stone path winding toward her family estate—but it felt wrong.Like a place she no longer belonged to.Cassian rode closer, his golden eyes scanning the horizon. He was on edge, too. Whether it was from the Rift’s presence or something else entirely, she wasn’t sure.Idris broke the silence first. “Are we expecting trouble, or do I just always feel like we’re about to die when I’m with you?”Dorian chuckled from behind them. “Oh, I think that’s just her.”Lena ignored them, her focus narrowing as her childhood home came into view. The sprawling manor stood un
