** ** **When Damien got back, his parents were on his neck because he just left the house without telling anyone. They even grounded him for a week because of that but he wasn’t even paying attention to them. His brain was still replaying the day he just had with Matilda, the long walks, the long talks, the games and of course, his first kiss. The truth was that, even if they went back in time, he wouldn’t change any of the things he did. The thing he did to warrant getting grounded for a week was definitely worth it.***Lupa’s phone buzzed, pulling her attention away from the window where she had been silently brooding over the evening’s events. Damien had been grounded, and the tension in the house was thick enough to cut with a knife. She sighed, picking up the phone and reading the message from Claud.Come outside.Curious, she stood up and made her way down the stairs, her brow furrowed. As she descended, she noticed something unusual on the dining table. A sleek, midnight-b
The Birthday PartyIn about a few weeks’ time, it was Damien’s birth week, and his excitement was bubbling over. It was only Monday, and he had to wait two whole days before the big day, but the anticipation was nearly unbearable. His thoughts were consumed with turning eighteen—a milestone that meant leaving adolescence behind and stepping into adulthood. The idea thrilled him.School was back in session, which was another reason for his excitement. Every morning as he walked down the halls, his eyes would search for Matilda. Seeing her brought an extra burst of joy to his day, and now that they were spending more time together, it felt like everything was falling into place. He could talk to her whenever he wanted, joke about their classes, and make plans for after school. Just being around her made everything feel lighter, even the most tedious lessons.Damien tapped his pencil against his notebook, staring out the window during his math class. His mind wasn’t on equations, thou
The warmth of her breath sent a shiver down his spine, and before he could respond, she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the middle of the living room, where everyone was dancing. They danced together, surrounded by their friends, the music pulsing around them, and for a while, Damien let himself forget everything else. It was just him, Matilda, and the rhythm of the night. At one point, Felix and Jackson tried to pull off ridiculous dance moves, earning them applause and laughter from the small crowd of people watching. Lydia and Amanda cheered them on, and Annie joined in, laughing so hard she could barely keep up with the music. Damien was having the time of his life, his heart light and carefree. But then, as they danced, Matilda leaned in again, her lips close to his ear. “Hey, let’s get out of here for a bit,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Damien blinked, caught off guard by the suggestion. But he didn’t hesitate. Nodding, he took her hand and le
The beginning of the end. Matilda walked through the grand, ethereal hallway that stretched endlessly before her. The floor beneath her feet gleamed with an otherworldly light, shimmering with shades of gold and silver, as if the very ground was alive with celestial energy. The air felt cool, crisp, and unnaturally still, giving the space an eerie serenity. High above her, massive archways soared, their smooth surfaces carved with ancient symbols that glowed faintly, casting soft, flickering shadows along the walls. Columns of translucent crystal lined both sides of the hallway, each one pulsing softly with an inner glow. Behind them, the space beyond seemed like a hazy dream—fields of starlight and floating orbs of energy that shimmered and danced in slow motion, as if time itself moved differently here. It was a place where the laws of reality seemed to bend, a space suspended between realms. As Matilda continued, the vast openness of the hallway began to narrow, leading
Matilda approached the altar, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the immense power humming beneath the surface, waiting, anticipating its release. The Eldershard crystal seemed to vibrate against her skin, its light growing brighter with each step she took.She stood before the altar, the cold stone towering above her, and reached for the crystal. The amulet was warm in her hand, almost burning, as if eager to fulfill its purpose. She lifted it high, holding it above the altar, and with a deep breath, pressed the crystal against the ancient markings carved into the stone.The reaction was Immediate. The runes on the ground began to glow fiercely, the blue light spreading outward in waves, illuminating the entire clearing. The earth beneath her feet trembled, and the air became thick with power, crackling with energy. A deep rumble echoed from within the ground, growing louder, more intense, as if something massive was stirring from a long slumber.Matilda stepped back,
Familiar FacesAs the air around them crackled with tension, Zakira, Asher, and Archer stood at a safe distance, their eyes locked on the monstrous form of Velakar, which loomed menacingly in the clearing. The ground beneath them trembled as the creature took heavy steps, edging ever closer to the city beyond the forest.“It’s worse than we thought,” Zakira murmured, her gaze never leaving the creature. Asher stood by her side, silent but tense, his fists clenched as he tried to process the immensity of the threat before them.Archer, who had brought them here in an instant, scanned their surroundings. His mind raced as he tried to formulate a strategy. “We can’t let that thing reach the city. It’ll tear through it like paper,” he muttered under his breath, already calculating their options.Just as the weight of the situation settled over them, a sudden brightness flared in the sky. It was so intense that for a moment, the group instinctively shielded their eyes. A radiant glow des
** ** **“Hey there.”“How’s it going?” Stephan said. “I was starting to believe you just left me here to rot.”“Why would I do that? I want control as much as you do.”“So how are you going to get me out?”“Patience. We’ll just give the Velakar time to properly beat Astrid and any reinforcements she calls in.”“What if they actually subdue it?”“It’s not possible. The creature is immortal and also intelligent. Astrid has raw power but not enough battle experience to be able to take it down. She’ll bruise it but it’ll win eventually.”“Just do your part. There’s no point waiting.”“It’s not as easy as you think.”“What’s so hard in summoning a meeting of the celestials and suggesting they release me to earth to take control of the situation that Astrid obviously can not?”“I’ll try.” Orionis said. “Just hang in there for me. Don’t go anywhere.”“Like I could if I wanted to.”** ** **Matilda perched on a high tree branch, her legs swinging lazily as she watched the chaotic battle unfo
Phase ThreeIn the vast celestial chamber where the Council of Elders convened, the air was thick with the tension of mounting concern. The room itself was a marvel of divine craftsmanship, a perfect blend of cosmic beauty and ethereal power. Massive columns made of light and stardust supported the infinite dome, and the floor seemed to reflect the endless constellations swirling above. Each of the seven council members sat upon their thrones, representing the fundamental forces of creation.First, seated at the head of the chamber, was Seraphiel, the Radiant One. His presence illuminated the space, blinding in its brilliance, as if a thousand suns burned within him. His voice, when it spoke, was soft yet carried the weight of millennia. His wings, vast and golden, shimmered with every slight movement.To his right sat Orionis, the Stellar Guardian, composed of swirling galaxies and draped in the very fabric of the cosmos. His translucent form, flecked with the sparkle of distant s