Selene’s breath hitched as the shadows thickened around them, tendrils of darkness twisting like living things. She scrambled to her feet, her pulse hammering as she searched for Ronan.Then she saw him.He was on his knees, clutching his head, his entire body trembling. His breath came in ragged gasps, his fingers digging into the dirt as if he were fighting something unseen. But the worst part was his eyes—no longer the deep, stormy blue she knew, but glowing with a golden fire, an eerie light that mirrored Elias’s.“Ronan!”She lunged toward him, but the moment her fingers brushed his shoulder, he jerked away as if burned. A low, guttural snarl tore from his throat, one that sent a shiver through her spine. His body tensed, muscles straining as the shadows around him pulsed and coiled.No. This wasn’t him. This wasn’t Ronan.Elias’s laughter echoed through the courtyard. “Fascinating, isn’t it?” he mused, stepping forward with leisurely confidence. “He’s fighting it now, but how mu
The night air was thick with the scent of damp earth and lingering embers, the remnants of their last battle still smoldering in the distance. Selene sat beside Ronan, her fingers gliding gently over his bandaged arm, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her touch. He was awake but silent, his golden eyes staring into the darkness, troubled and distant. “You’re still here,” he murmured, his voice rough with exhaustion. Selene arched a brow. “Where else would I be?” Ronan exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “You should keep your distance.” She didn’t move. “Why?” He flexed his fingers, then clenched them into a fist. “Because I don’t trust myself anymore.” A chill passed through her, but she didn’t let it show. “Then trust me,” she said softly. “Trust that I won’t let you lose yourself.” His jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue. Silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken words. Selene could see the war raging inside him—the fear, the guilt, the torment of nearly
The night was thick with silence, the kind that felt alive—watching, waiting. The small cavern where Selene and Ronan had taken shelter was barely enough to keep the cold at bay, but neither of them seemed to care. Not when his transformation was worsening.Ronan sat against the jagged rock wall, his breath coming in slow, measured exhales. His body trembled—not from weakness, but from something deeper. Something unknown.Selene knelt beside him, dipping a cloth into the cool water from a small stream running along the cave floor. The dim glow of moonlight barely reached them, casting Ronan’s features in harsh, shadowed angles. He looked different—not just wounded, but… altered.His skin burned under her touch as she pressed the damp cloth to his brow. He tensed, jaw tightening, but he didn’t pull away.“You’re burning up,” she murmured.Ronan let out a ragged chuckle. “Feels like my insides are breaking apart and stitching themselves back together.”A chill ran through Selene. That w
The clash of steel rang through the night, echoing against the jagged cliffs. Selene barely had time to dodge as a cloaked attacker lunged at her, twin daggers gleaming under the moonlight. She twisted away, slicing her blade across his arm, but he barely flinched.They weren’t ordinary warriors. Their movements were too precise, too fast. Magic pulsed through them like a dark current.Cassian was holding his own, his sword carving through the enemy ranks with brutal efficiency. But Selene’s attention snapped to Ronan—his breathing was ragged, his hands trembling as black veins pulsed beneath his skin.Not now.“Ronan!” she called, shoving back an attacker. “Stay with me!”He clutched his head, staggering. His golden eyes burned with an unnatural glow, his body vibrating with power. The very air around him seemed to crackle.Then, he moved.Lightning-fast, he grabbed an enemy’s throat and lifted him effortlessly off the ground. The man thrashed, choking, as Ronan’s grip tightened.“Ro
A heavy silence settled over the group as they moved through the dense forest, the night pressing in from all sides. The air was thick with damp earth and the lingering scent of blood. Selene stole a glance at Ronan. His jaw was clenched, his movements stiff, but it wasn’t exhaustion slowing him down—it was something worse.She had seen it in his eyes when Elias’s voice had echoed through the night. The way his hands had trembled. The way he had flinched, as if the voice had reached inside him and wrapped around his very soul.But he wouldn’t talk about it.And that scared her more than anything.Cassian was the first to break the silence. “We need to find shelter before dawn.” His voice was sharp, his usual sarcasm gone. “Ronan’s in no condition to keep moving.”“I’m fine,” Ronan growled, but even as he spoke, he swayed slightly.Selene stepped closer, gripping his arm. “You’re not fine.”His skin was burning beneath her fingers, feverish and unnatural. The black veins running up his
Selene’s breath caught as she stared at Ronan—no, Elias—standing before her, his emerald eyes now laced with an unnatural, eerie glow. The body was Ronan’s, the sharp lines of his face and the battle-worn strength she had come to trust. But the way he moved, the way he smiled—it was all wrong.“Selene,” Elias purred, his voice a twisted echo of Ronan’s. “You look at me like I’m a ghost. Am I not real enough for you?”Her pulse thundered in her ears. “Let him go.”Elias tilted his head, a mockery of thoughtfulness. “Let him go? Oh, darling, I just got here. I don’t think I’ll be leaving anytime soon.”Cassian moved first, drawing his sword in a blur of silver. “Then we’ll force you out.”Elias smirked, shifting his gaze to Cassian. “Ah, the ever-loyal knight. You know, Ronan truly despises you.” His fingers flexed at his sides, and a rush of dark energy flared around him. “Shall I show you just how much?”Cassian lunged, but Selene threw out her arm. “Wait!”Cassian froze, his blade in
The night was thick with mist, curling like phantom fingers around the ruins ahead. Selene barely felt the chill biting at her skin as she pressed forward, her heart a relentless drum in her chest. Ronan was out there—she could feel it, a tether between them that hadn’t broken despite the darkness trying to consume him.“Selene, wait,” Cassian hissed from behind, catching her wrist. His grip was firm but not forceful, his golden eyes scanning the eerie landscape with caution. “Rushing in without a plan is suicide.”“We don’t have time for a plan,” she shot back, wrenching her arm free. “If Elias tightens his grip on Ronan, we might lose him forever.”Cassian exhaled sharply, but he didn’t argue. He understood—perhaps too well. They had been tracking Ronan’s presence for hours, every lead drawing them deeper into the ruins of an ancient fortress long abandoned to shadows and whispered nightmares.The entrance yawned before them like the mouth of a beast. Selene barely hesitated before
Selene’s heart pounded as she stepped closer to Ronan. His eyes—once filled with fire and devotion—were now cold, distant, and shadowed by Elias’s power. He stood rigid, his muscles tense as if restrained by invisible chains. Every instinct told her to run, that this wasn’t the man she had fought beside, the man who had kissed her like she was his salvation.But she wasn’t leaving him behind.“Ronan.” Her voice was steady, but her heart trembled. “Look at me.”He didn’t move.Elias’s laughter echoed in the air, smooth and mocking. “You truly believe love can break my hold on him? You overestimate your worth, Selene.”She clenched her fists. “I don’t need to be enough for you. I just need to be enough for him.”Taking a shaky breath, she reached out, pressing her palm against Ronan’s chest. A shiver ran through her as she felt the unnatural chill of Elias’s magic seeping into him.“Come back to me,” she whispered.For a moment, nothing happened. Then—a flicker. His jaw clenched, a musc
Great! Let’s dive in and start writing Chapter 55: “Cracks in the Alliance”.Chapter 55: Cracks in the AllianceThe night was quiet, too quiet. It should have been a relief after everything they had been through, but for Selene, the silence was deafening. As the darkness surrounded them, so too did her growing unease. She had thought their bond was unbreakable—after everything they’d survived together—but now, she wasn’t so sure.Ronan was getting weaker. She could see it in his eyes, in the way he moved so carefully, like he was trying not to make a sound. He’d been injured in the battle days ago, but there was something else now. Something more. He refused to admit it, but Selene knew. He was hiding the pain.She watched him from a distance, his figure sitting on the edge of the campfire, his face partially illuminated by the flickering flames. He had always been the strong one—the one who protected her, the one who held everything together. But now… now she was the one who had to b
The quiet of the abandoned cabin felt almost surreal, the kind of silence that settled deep into your bones, a quiet that wasn’t peaceful but unsettling. Selene stood near the door, her back pressed against the wood, trying to steady her breath. The tension in the air was thick, as if the whole world was holding its breath, waiting for the next move. She could feel Ronan’s eyes on her, his presence like a constant weight at her back.“What are you thinking?” he asked, his voice low but unmistakably filled with concern.Selene didn’t answer immediately, her gaze drifting over the wreckage in front of them. The room was in ruins, remnants of a once-used, comfortable space now scattered and broken. Alys had done this—had orchestrated this whole mess. The woman who had pretended to be their ally, who had carefully weaved her way into their trust, was now the very thing they needed to be wary of.“I’m thinking about what comes next,” Selene replied quietly, still not looking at Ronan. Her
The world seemed to tilt beneath Selene’s feet as she stared at the woman standing beside Elias. Her sister.Alys.The name burned through her like a ghost from a forgotten past. For years, she had believed Alys was dead—swallowed by the darkness that had taken so much from her. But here she stood, alive and changed.Selene’s heart pounded, a painful mix of emotions twisting inside her. Alys was older now, her features sharper, her silver eyes guarded. There was no warmth in them. No recognition of the love they had once shared as children.She had once idolized her sister. Now, she barely recognized her.“Alys?” Selene’s voice barely came out.Alys tilted her head, a slow smirk forming. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”Beside Selene, Ronan tensed. Even injured, his stance was protective, his golden eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Who is she?” His voice was low, edged with warning.Selene swallowed hard. “My sister.”Cassian let out a harsh breath, stepping in front of her. “And she’s s
The night air was thick with the scent of damp earth and blood. Selene crouched beside Ronan, pressing a hand against his shoulder where a fresh wound bled through his torn tunic. His breathing was uneven, labored. The battle had been brutal, and though they had managed to escape, the cost was becoming unbearable.“You need to stop moving,” she murmured, but he shook his head stubbornly.“We don’t have time,” Ronan gritted out. His jaw was tense, his hands clenched into fists as if willing himself to ignore the pain.Cassian hovered nearby, arms crossed, his sharp gaze sweeping their surroundings. “He’s right. We have to move before Elias sends another hunting party after us.”Selene shot him a glare. “And what do you suggest? Let him bleed out while we run blindly into the woods?”“Better than being caught,” Cassian countered.Before Selene could snap back, Varian stepped forward. “We’re not safe here, but we also can’t go far with Ronan like this.” His gaze flickered to Selene. “The
Selene stood at the edge of the ancient stone circle, her breath coming in short, erratic bursts. The air around her felt thick, charged with energy that made her skin prickle. In front of her, the mysterious figure from the shadows had stepped into the light, revealing a face that was both unfamiliar and hauntingly familiar.The woman before her was dressed in robes of midnight blue, adorned with intricate silver symbols that shimmered in the dim light. Her long hair cascaded around her shoulders like a river of silver, her eyes glowing with an unsettling power. There was no mistaking it now—this was no ordinary person. This was someone who belonged to the depths of Selene’s bloodline, someone who had been lost to time.“You are my descendant,” the woman said, her voice a low whisper, but it carried with it a weight that pressed against Selene’s chest. “And you have awakened.”Selene’s heart pounded as she tried to make sense of the words. “Awakened?” she repeated, her voice shaky. “
The healer’s hut smelled of damp earth and burning herbs, a suffocating mix that made Selene’s stomach churn. Ronan lay on a stone slab at the center, his body taut with tension, veins darkening like spreading ink. His breaths were ragged, uneven, as if he were fighting a battle within himself.“This ritual must not be interrupted,” the healer warned, her wrinkled hands hovering over Ronan’s chest. “If he resists, the beast inside him will take over.”Selene swallowed hard, her heart hammering. “He won’t resist. He’s strong.”But was he? She had seen the way his control frayed in the past days. The way his eyes darkened, how his hands trembled when he reached for her as if he feared he’d crush her instead of hold her.The healer pressed a silver blade to Ronan’s palm, drawing a thin line of blood. “This will force the darkness to reveal itself.”The moment the blood touched the ritual stones, Ronan’s body convulsed.A snarl tore from his throat, his fangs elongating as his muscles sei
The fire flickered weakly, casting jagged shadows across the cave walls. Selene knelt beside Ronan, her fingers trembling as she pressed them against his burning skin. His breath came in short, ragged gasps, his body locked in the grip of something unnatural. Dark veins, pulsing like poisoned roots, crawled up his neck, vanishing beneath the collar of his tunic.“Ronan,” she whispered, shaking him slightly. His eyelids fluttered, but he didn’t respond.Cassian crouched nearby, his expression grim. “It’s getting worse.”Selene shot him a glare. “I know that.”Cassian didn’t flinch. “We need to do something now. This isn’t just a wound—Elias cursed him.”Her pulse pounded. “Cursed?”Cassian nodded, his gaze dark. “If we don’t act fast, Ronan won’t be Ronan anymore.”Selene’s grip on Ronan tightened. His body twitched, his muscles locking as if something inside him was trying to claw free.She had seen dark magic before. The way it twisted its victims, leaving nothing of their former sel
Cassian stood in the doorway, his silhouette framed against the flickering torchlight. His sudden arrival sent shockwaves through Selene’s body, a mix of fury and disbelief tightening in her chest. She had trusted him once—only to be betrayed. And now, he was here again, standing beside Elias as if he belonged there.Ronan tensed beside her, his body weakened from Elias’s magic, but his eyes burned with raw hatred. “You,” he rasped. “You son of a—”“Save your breath, Ronan,” Cassian cut him off, stepping closer. His face was unreadable, but there was an urgency in his voice. “I’m here to help.”Selene clenched her fists. “Help?” she spat. “After what you did? After you sold us out?”Cassian’s jaw tightened. “If I hadn’t, you’d be dead.” His gaze flickered toward Elias, who watched the exchange with an amused smirk. “I made a deal to stay close to him, to keep you alive long enough for this moment.”Elias chuckled. “And yet, dear Cassian, I wonder—whose side are you really on?”Selene’
Ronan knelt on the cold stone floor, his wrists bound in iron shackles, his body bruised and bloodied from the relentless torment Elias had inflicted upon him. But his golden eyes burned with defiance, refusing to yield.Selene struggled against the guards holding her back, her heart pounding wildly. She had never seen Ronan so vulnerable before, yet the fire in his gaze remained unbroken.Elias circled him like a predator savoring its prey. “You could make this easier, Ronan,” he mused, voice laced with mock concern. “Pledge your loyalty to me, and I’ll spare you this suffering. Or would you rather continue bleeding for a lost cause?”Ronan lifted his head, spitting blood onto the floor at Elias’s feet. “I’ll never bow to you.”Elias sighed dramatically. “So stubborn. But you see, I don’t need your cooperation. I just need to find the right pressure point to break you.” His eyes flickered toward Selene. “And I believe I already have.”Selene’s stomach twisted as Elias strode toward h