CHAPTER 39Elias was grinning like a devil with a secret.Lucian’s brow twitched. “Why are you smirking?”Elias leaned lazily against the counter, arms folded, still in his oversized black shirt that practically swallowed his frame. “You seriously don’t know?” he asked, voice teasing.Lucian’s eyes narrowed. “Should I?”Elias cocked a brow, then tilted his head toward the quiet house. “You really don’t hear them?”Lucian’s face twisted. “You don’t think they’re—” He cut himself off, his nose wrinkling in distaste. “Are they fucking?”Elias shrugged with a knowing smirk. “They might not.”Lucian scoffed and looked away, but the heat in his eyes didn’t fade. When Elias approached him, steps slow and deliberate, Lucian didn’t move. He just watched—cold and still, but his body was thrumming with anticipation.Elias stood right in front of him, the top of his head barely brushing Lucian’s chin. He looked up through his lashes and asked, “You jealous, big guy?”Lucian’s jaw clenched. “Don’t
CHAPTER 40The air still smelled faintly of sex, no matter how thoroughly they'd cleaned up. Elias padded downstairs in a loose hoodie—definitely Lucian’s—and soft pajama pants, his hair damp from the shower. Lucian followed, slightly behind him, wearing his usual composed expression... though the slight redness on his neck and the hickeys on Elias’s collarbone weren’t fooling anyone.They walked into the kitchen to find Dorian sitting at the island with a cup of coffee, nose buried in a recipe book. Kai was already at the stove, shirtless in plaid pants, flipping something on a pan with exaggerated flair.Kai turned, spatula in hand, and smirked. “Well, well. Look who finally crawled out of bed. For the second time today.”Lucian gave him a bland look, but Elias just blinked, playing innocent. “What do you mean?”Dorian didn’t look up, but the tips of his ears were pink. “He means you two were loud.”“I was not loud,” Elias defended, crossing his arms.Kai wiggled his eyebrows. “No,
CHAPTER 41They had just stepped out of the basement when Dorian suddenly stopped dead in his tracks.“Wait,” he muttered, his brows furrowing. “He said… he’s bound within the bulb.”Lucian turned to him. “What about it?”Dorian didn’t answer. His hands snapped into motion, fingers tracing glowing sigils mid-air. A soft crackle of magic responded as a book shimmered into existence and dropped into his waiting hand.Kai blinked. “Did you just summon a book?”“I marked it weeks ago,” Dorian said, flipping through the thick, worn pages. “It’s rare. Older than most libraries even remember. I didn’t think much of it then, but now…”He flipped rapidly until he stopped, eyes locked onto a page. His breath hitched. “No. No way.”“What?” Elias asked, still pale from the ordeal.Dorian read the passage aloud, voice steady but shaken. “‘When the vessel of light bears the mark of the condemned flame, the bulb shall awaken. Within its fragile shell, the sins of the old shall reside, until the day
CHAPTER 42Elias lay motionless on the bed, his brows faintly twitching in his sleep. His chest rose and fell steadily now, but the weight in the room was unbearable.Kai stood near the window, arms folded tightly. Dorian paced back and forth, muttering under his breath. Lucian sat in the chair beside the bed, gaze locked on Elias's face like he was trying to memorize it.“He’s the prophecy,” Dorian finally said, his voice low.No one answered.He looked over his shoulder. “That’s why everything’s been coming for him. The ghouls. The attack at the party. The blood ward activating. All of it.”Kai turned from the window. “Because of what he has inside.”Lucian exhaled through his nose. “No. Because of who he is. The power’s just the reason they’re hunting him. But the prophecy—it’s about Elias. The person.”Kai narrowed his eyes. “Let’s not pretend this is just about his heart and soul, Lucian. You saw what happened. Azazel isn’t sleeping anymore. He spoke. And the way Ravelan bowed—”
CHAPTER 43The slithering sound was louder now.A sharp hiss followed.And then—"Move!" Lucian shoved Elias just as a streak of black darted from the shadows, glinting like polished obsidian in the dim lights.The cobra struck.Lucian didn’t flinch. The snake’s fangs sank into his arm, a flash of venom glistening before the creature reared its head back to strike again.But it never got the chance.Lucian’s eyes went pitch black.His lips moved—no sound, no chant. Just will.With a crack, the cobra’s neck twisted grotesquely in mid-air, snapping like a twig without Lucian ever lifting a finger. The body dropped to the floor with a sickening thud, unmoving.Lucian stumbled.“Lucian?” Elias whispered, rushing forward.Lucian opened his mouth as if to say something—then collapsed.“Shit—shit!” Kai knelt beside him, already pressing glowing fingers to the bite. “No, no, no—don’t you dare pass out, you asshole. Come on—come on.”Dorian dropped beside him. “He’s not breathing normally. His
CHAPTER 44Gabriel adjusted his grip beneath Lucian’s arms. “I’ll take him now. The chamber is almost ready—if I leave now, I can stabilize him within the hour.”He turned toward the still-open portal, but Elias raised a hand, eyes flashing.“Wait.”Gabriel halted mid-step. “Elias—”“No,” Elias said firmly. “Something’s… shifting.”Before anyone could respond, Elias’s head snapped back and an eerie glow flooded his eyes. A surge of invisible energy blasted through the house with a loud thrum, shaking the very walls. The candles around the room flickered violently before dying out.“Vol’sharaan ektu lae… veyr ashenai.” The words spilled from Elias’s mouth in a tongue none of them recognized—ancient, rhythmic, and terrifyingly powerful. It wasn’t just sound—it was force.Everyone flinched as a second wave of energy pulsed outward like a heartbeat. Furniture trembled. A nearby glass cracked. The snake’s corpse turned to ash.“Elias!” Kai cried, stepping toward him.Elias turned slowly, e
CHAPTER 45The sanctum stank of burnt bone and rusted blood.Thick smoke curled from the obsidian brazier in the center of the room, casting eerie shadows across the ritual marks etched into the stone floor. Sigils pulsed, twitching in slow, molten red. The fire at the center was not natural—it crackled without wood or fuel, dancing in shades of green, violet, and deep, churning black.Isadora stood in the center, barefoot, blood-streaked, and trembling with fury.“Ungrateful little wretch,” she hissed, tossing a curled lock of hair into the fire. It hissed, sparked, and filled the room with the smell of scorched rosemary and rot.“He looks at me like I’m some thing, like I didn’t cradle his soul in my palm before he was even born.” She paced around the circle, her hands stained with fresh blood. “I visited him. I warned him. In his dreams, I whispered of the great and terrible things to come. Did he listen? Did he bend?” She stopped, eyes flashing. “No. He clung to them. To the weak,
CHAPTER 46The world was pale and quiet again.Elias stood in a field of white grass, windless and still. The sky above him was colorless—no sun, no moon. Just a hollow dome of muted grey, as if reality had forgotten to paint itself.His breath came out in puffs he couldn’t feel.“I’m dreaming again,” he muttered, and his voice didn’t echo. It fell dead into the ground.“You always are, little spark.”The voice slipped through the air like silk on skin.Elias turned.There she was.The Oracle.She stood at the center of the field, draped in layered silks that moved like water though there was no breeze. Her eyes were too bright for the world around her—like shards of crystal suspended in oil. She did not smile.“Why are you here?” Elias asked, wary. “What now?”The Oracle tilted her head, almost sympathetically.“Because the threads are tightening around your throat,” she said gently. “Because the serpent’s fang has struck, and still… you hesitate.”“I didn’t ask for this.” His voice
CHAPTER 51Elias stood near the edge of the ruined village, breathing hard.His hands wouldn’t stop shaking.The others were talking—quiet, distant murmurs behind him—but their voices blurred into meaningless sound. All he could hear was the rush of blood in his ears, the pounding of a headache that had crawled behind his eyes and made a home there.And the echo.Unwanted.The word had lashed across his mind like a whip, dragged from the pit of a memory he didn’t remember asking for.He could still see her face. Isadora, kneeling beside him as a child. Her hand on his. Her voice—too gentle to belong to the woman who had nearly killed Lucian, who had tortured and murdered people just to draw him out.Yet it had been her.And then—His mother. Her face had appeared like a ghost, etched in fire, in rage, in rejection. Not the soft, blurry memory he had invented for himself. No. This was real. Her lips curled in disgust. Her voice—cold, unflinching.He’s a mistake. That thing should never
CHAPTER 50The room cracked with the sound of glass exploding.A goblet, once filled with blood-red wine, shattered against the wall of the sanctum, the liquid running down the stone like a fresh wound.Isadora’s cloak fanned around her like wings, her breathing ragged with fury as she stood before the dark scrying mirror, the vision within fading now—just enough for her to have seen Elias stumble in Trenna. Just enough to see the flashes behind his eyes. The sigil had worked. The memory had resurfaced.But it was too soon.She spun, her bootsteps echoing through the chamber. “What the hell is wrong with that stupid man?” she hissed, slamming her palm against the edge of her altar. “Gabriel. Always so noble. So moral. So—so predictable it’s disgusting.”A low snarl escaped her throat as her fingers curled around a blackened bone on the altar’s edge. The object pulsed beneath her grip—once belonging to a daemon of truth. She nearly crushed it.“He let him walk into Trenna.” Her voice d
CHAPTER 49The scent of spiced tea drifted through the morning air, curling around the stone halls of the manor like a comforting fog.Gabriel was already seated on the armrest of a chair, cradling a mug of tea in one hand and adjusting the cuffs of his coat with the other.Elias came down the stairs first, his damp hair clinging to his forehead, and his shirt still slightly wrinkled from being pulled on in a rush. He rubbed his temple and stepped into the living room.Lucian and Dorian entered next, voices low as they spoke between themselves.“You’re up early,” Lucian said as he glanced at Gabriel. “Planning to disappear without saying goodbye?”Gabriel smiled faintly over the rim of his mug. “Perish the thought. I have a call to answer. A village summoned me. They've got a sickness that their local healer couldn’t manage.”“A sickness?” Dorian raised an eyebrow. “What kind?”Gabriel shrugged. “No idea until I see it. But if it was simple, they wouldn’t have needed me.”Kai padded i
CHAPTER 48The moon hung low and heavy through the arched windows of the manor, casting silver light over the polished floors and silent halls. The storm of the evening had passed, but the house hadn’t yet exhaled. It was still holding its breath.Elias had been brought home—his body limp but alive, his breathing steady. Lucian had refused to leave his side. Gabriel stood watch at the door, unreadable. And Kai had paced for hours before finally collapsing on the couch.But Dorian never came to bed.Kai stirred from half-sleep, bleary eyes catching the faint glow of a lamp deeper into the study. He stood quietly, tugging his robe closed as he moved toward the light.He found Dorian seated in a high-backed chair, legs crossed, a leather-bound tome in his lap. His fingers weren’t even turning the page.“You’re not reading,” Kai murmured.Dorian didn’t flinch. “I’m keeping watch.”Kai stepped closer. “He’s safe, Dorian. Lucian’s with him. Gabriel too.”“I know.”Kai exhaled. “Then what ar
CHAPTER 47Gabriel leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “There’s something else.”Everyone looked at him.Gabriel’s brows furrowed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. “The snake wasn’t meant for Lucian.”Elias froze. “What?”Gabriel glanced up. “It was meant for you, Elias.”The words were a punch to the gut. Elias felt all the air leave his lungs. Lucian immediately straightened beside him, eyes darkening.“What do you mean?” Lucian asked, voice low.“I tracked the serpent’s movement,” Gabriel said. “It followed Elias’s magical trail through the mansion. It was waiting near his room.”Kai swore under his breath.“But Lucian passed through the hall first, while we were looking for the source of the slithering” Gabriel continued. “He intercepted it by accident. The snake struck at the nearest source of power when it got confused.”Elias swallowed hard. “If I’d been there…”Lucian grabbed his hand tightly. “Then you would’ve been the one poisoned. Don’t even finish that t
CHAPTER 46The world was pale and quiet again.Elias stood in a field of white grass, windless and still. The sky above him was colorless—no sun, no moon. Just a hollow dome of muted grey, as if reality had forgotten to paint itself.His breath came out in puffs he couldn’t feel.“I’m dreaming again,” he muttered, and his voice didn’t echo. It fell dead into the ground.“You always are, little spark.”The voice slipped through the air like silk on skin.Elias turned.There she was.The Oracle.She stood at the center of the field, draped in layered silks that moved like water though there was no breeze. Her eyes were too bright for the world around her—like shards of crystal suspended in oil. She did not smile.“Why are you here?” Elias asked, wary. “What now?”The Oracle tilted her head, almost sympathetically.“Because the threads are tightening around your throat,” she said gently. “Because the serpent’s fang has struck, and still… you hesitate.”“I didn’t ask for this.” His voice
CHAPTER 45The sanctum stank of burnt bone and rusted blood.Thick smoke curled from the obsidian brazier in the center of the room, casting eerie shadows across the ritual marks etched into the stone floor. Sigils pulsed, twitching in slow, molten red. The fire at the center was not natural—it crackled without wood or fuel, dancing in shades of green, violet, and deep, churning black.Isadora stood in the center, barefoot, blood-streaked, and trembling with fury.“Ungrateful little wretch,” she hissed, tossing a curled lock of hair into the fire. It hissed, sparked, and filled the room with the smell of scorched rosemary and rot.“He looks at me like I’m some thing, like I didn’t cradle his soul in my palm before he was even born.” She paced around the circle, her hands stained with fresh blood. “I visited him. I warned him. In his dreams, I whispered of the great and terrible things to come. Did he listen? Did he bend?” She stopped, eyes flashing. “No. He clung to them. To the weak,
CHAPTER 44Gabriel adjusted his grip beneath Lucian’s arms. “I’ll take him now. The chamber is almost ready—if I leave now, I can stabilize him within the hour.”He turned toward the still-open portal, but Elias raised a hand, eyes flashing.“Wait.”Gabriel halted mid-step. “Elias—”“No,” Elias said firmly. “Something’s… shifting.”Before anyone could respond, Elias’s head snapped back and an eerie glow flooded his eyes. A surge of invisible energy blasted through the house with a loud thrum, shaking the very walls. The candles around the room flickered violently before dying out.“Vol’sharaan ektu lae… veyr ashenai.” The words spilled from Elias’s mouth in a tongue none of them recognized—ancient, rhythmic, and terrifyingly powerful. It wasn’t just sound—it was force.Everyone flinched as a second wave of energy pulsed outward like a heartbeat. Furniture trembled. A nearby glass cracked. The snake’s corpse turned to ash.“Elias!” Kai cried, stepping toward him.Elias turned slowly, e
CHAPTER 43The slithering sound was louder now.A sharp hiss followed.And then—"Move!" Lucian shoved Elias just as a streak of black darted from the shadows, glinting like polished obsidian in the dim lights.The cobra struck.Lucian didn’t flinch. The snake’s fangs sank into his arm, a flash of venom glistening before the creature reared its head back to strike again.But it never got the chance.Lucian’s eyes went pitch black.His lips moved—no sound, no chant. Just will.With a crack, the cobra’s neck twisted grotesquely in mid-air, snapping like a twig without Lucian ever lifting a finger. The body dropped to the floor with a sickening thud, unmoving.Lucian stumbled.“Lucian?” Elias whispered, rushing forward.Lucian opened his mouth as if to say something—then collapsed.“Shit—shit!” Kai knelt beside him, already pressing glowing fingers to the bite. “No, no, no—don’t you dare pass out, you asshole. Come on—come on.”Dorian dropped beside him. “He’s not breathing normally. His