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My Stepbrother, My Mate 130 Caught in Darkness
Henry****My body trembles, my breath ragged as I strain against the restraints holding me down. My wrists are bound to this cold, unforgiving chair, the ropes digging into my skin, but it’s the pain inside my head that’s worse. The darkness has seeped into me, suffocating me from the inside, and now it’s coming for me, trying to consume everything I’ve ever been.The room around me is dim, the air thick and heavy, pressing down with each breath I take. But it’s the shadows that get to me the most. They claw at me, whispering from the corners where the light never reaches. I can feel their cold fingers creeping into my mind, wrapping around my thoughts, twisting them into grotesque shapes.Give in, Henry. There is nothing left for you but me.The words are soft at first, like a murmur in the back of my mind, but they’re getting louder, growing louder with every second. I grit my teeth, trying to shut them out, but it’s no use. They won’t stop.You’re nothing without me. You were alway
Last Updated : 2025-02-02My Stepbrother, My Mate 131 Echoes of the Luna
Xavier***The flickering candlelight cast restless shadows across the wooden walls, the air thick with unspoken tension. Dust hung heavy, stirred only by the occasional shift as I turned another brittle page. The weight of our task pressed down like a storm cloud ready to break.My fingers traced the ancient ink, my mind racing with the implications of what I had read. But no matter how many times I reread it, the answer remained the same: to save Henry, I would have to make the ultimate sacrifice. The truth of my family’s dark history loomed large, and I knew that to protect Henry, I had to make a choice that could change everything.“We need to be sure,” Diego murmured, breaking the silence. His deep voice held a rare edge of hesitation, a side of him I seldom saw. “There has to be another way. We can’t rush into this without exhausting every possibility.”I exhaled sharply, frustration tightening my jaw. “I don’t have time, Diego. Henry doesn’t have time. The darkness is consuming
Last Updated : 2025-02-04My Stepbrother, My Mate 132 Who wears light?
Xavier***Diego stood motionless, his fists clenched so tight I feared his knuckles would burst. His body trembled, but whether it was from rage or the fear of facing Fiona’s impossible return, I couldn’t tell. I could see it in his eyes—a father’s anguish, a mate’s despair. The ghosts of the past had clawed their way back into the present, threatening to swallow us whole."“How?” Diego finally managed, his voice hoarse. “How is that possible?”Cody’s eyes darkened as he stepped further into the room. “She was sucked into darkness, and I stood there, helpless, as she was torn away from me.” His voice cracked, betraying the weight of the memory.“You think she’s been... alive all this time?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, unsure of the enormity of what we were discussing."Not alive—not in the way we know it," Cody answered grimly. "She was caught in the fold between life and death, a soul trapped in darkness, manipulated by something far more ancient than anything we've eve
Last Updated : 2025-02-05My Stepbrother, My Mate 133 The Guardian
The silence in Henry’s room was suffocating, a heavy, oppressive weight that seemed to press down on his chest with every labored breath. His surroundings were shrouded in darkness, yet the air felt thick, as if the shadows themselves were alive, watching him. Henry was awake, but the world around him was a hazy, half-formed nightmare, its grip on him unyielding. His fingers, sticky with the remnants of blood, curled and uncurled in confusion. Was it his own blood? Or someone else’s?A whisper slithered through the darkness, curling around his senses like icy fingers grazing his skin. A shiver raced down his spine, though the room itself was uncomfortably warm. His breath hitched, the faint taste of iron—a coppery tang that could only be blood—clinging to the back of his throat. Was it his? Or someone else’s?"You feel it, don’t you?” Lyra’s voice hissed through the shadows, the words curling around him like a cold wind. “The hunger, the thirst gnawing at your very soul? You’re alread
Last Updated : 2025-02-06My Stepbrother, My Mate 134 The Guardian’s Return
The weight of Xavier’s words hung in the air, thick and undeniable. The Guardian. A name whispered in old legends, a force that had once stood against the darkness and lived to tell the tale. If anyone could help Henry, it was them.Diego’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening. “That’s impossible,” he said. “The Guardian disappeared years ago. No one has seen them since.”“But they’re real,” Xavier insisted. “And they’re our only hope.”Diego exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. He had spent years searching for answers, for a way to keep his son safe. The darkness had stolen too much already. If the Guardian was still out there, they had to find them.Henry stirred, his fingers twitching against Xavier’s arm. He was still too weak to stand, his breathing uneven. "We... we don’t have time,” he rasped.Xavier’s grip on him tightened. “We’ll make time.”Determination set in Diego’s eyes as he turned toward the door. “Then we leave now.”***The journey through the dense fore
Last Updated : 2025-02-07My Stepbrother, My Mate 135 The Puppet and the Master
The forest was eerily silent, the usual symphony of night creatures absent as if they, too, feared what lurked in the shadows. Moonlight spilled through the branches, casting ghostly shapes on the ground as Xavier, Diego, and Fiona stood in tense formation. A damp chill clung to the air, thick with the scent of earth and distant rain. Henry rested against Xavier’s chest, his breathing shallow but steady, his face pale in the dim glow.The battle for his soul had been fought—but the war was far from over.Fiona’s golden eyes flickered toward the horizon, unreadable. "We don’t have much time before Lyra strikes again."Diego exhaled sharply, his fists clenching at the mere mention of her name. She had already taken too much from them—now, she sought his son. "Then tell me, what’s our next move?"Fiona’s gaze turned to Henry. The silver strands of his hair caught the moonlight, his fragile state a reminder of the darkness that had nearly claimed him. "We need to get him to safety. The co
Last Updated : 2025-02-09My Stepbrother, My Mate 136 Peace Before the Storm
The journey back to Darkmoon Pack was a quiet one. The weight of everything they had just faced pressed heavily upon them, an unspoken tension lingering in the air. The night had stretched on endlessly, but dawn was beginning to break on the horizon, casting a soft glow over the forest as they neared home.Xavier kept his arms around Henry as they rode through the thick woods. Henry's body was warm against his, his breathing slow and even, but Xavier could feel the exhaustion radiating from him. The darkness had taken its toll. His mate had nearly been lost to the darkness, and though they had won this fight, the war was far from over. The image of Henry collapsing in battle was still burned into Xavier’s mind. He had almost lost him. And that thought alone was unbearable.Diego rode ahead, leading the way, while Fiona remained silent, her mind lost in thoughts Xavier couldn’t decipher. But he wasn’t focused on them—his attention was solely on Henry.“Are you awake?” Xavier’s voice wa
Last Updated : 2025-02-10My Stepbrother, My Mate 137 Only Us
Xavier***The nights blurred together in quiet recovery, in whispered conversations I was never meant to hear, in the lingering weight of what could have been. The Darkmoon Pack spoke of the battle, of Henry’s return, of how close they had come to losing him. But beyond the murmurs, beyond the glances filled with unspoken grief, there was only Henry and me.He kept to his room, resting, though I knew the exhaustion he carried had little to do with his body. It was the kind that seeped into the bones, that weighed on the soul. He had always fought alone, always borne his burdens in silence. But now, I was here. And that was something he didn’t quite know how to handle.I checked on him every night. At first, it was practical—making sure he ate, ensuring he didn’t overexert himself. But as the nights passed, my visits became something else. They stretched longer, our silences more weighted, the air between us thick with things left unsaid.Like tonight.The fire cast flickering shadows
Last Updated : 2025-02-12
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My Stepbrother, My Mate 168 End of a Prince
Xavier****The moment holds like a breath caught in the throat—Like even the world doesn’t dare move, waiting to see if we survive this.I can barely feel my body anymore. Fiona’s magic is fading, its light flickering around me like dying embers. My lungs burn. My soul screams. And Henry—God, Henry—he stands there with the Blade trembling in his hand like it wants to consume him whole.His eyes find mine.Not the golden-black fire that’s taken over him.Him.Just… him.“I remember the first time we met, just as children,” he says.It’s quiet. So quiet I almost think I imagined it.But I didn’t.Because that voice—that voice is Henry.Not the weapon.Not the monster.Not Cael’s puppet.Just my Henry.“I remember thinking…” he breathes out, voice shaking, “if we could just stay like this. Just the two of us.”I can’t speak. I can’t move.All I can do is look at him and let the tears fall.Because I know what’s about to happen.Cael roars, the air cracking as he throws his power forward
My Stepbrother, My Mate 167 Choose the pain or the end
The battlefield holds still. Not even the wind dares to move.Then, from the scorched ash, Cael emerges.Tall. Otherworldly. Built from shadow and ancient stone. A figure forged in both divine fire and endless night.His eyes glow— not with light, but with judgment. Stars that never belonged in the sky.Every step he takes distorts the air. A cold pulse rolls outward. warping the ground, making time itself stutter.The silence deepens. Not peaceful— paralyzing.The corrupted power surges through Henry’s veins, overwhelming him. His body trembles, struggling under the Blade’s curse as it claws at his very mind. His voice cracks when Cael speaks to him, each word drowning out the memories of loyalty, love, and the life he once knew.Henry drops to his knees. Breath ragged. Body flickering— caught somewhere between man and beast.Golden fur darkens, sliding into shadow. His eyes—once soft, warm blue— Now blaze with an unnatural gold-black fire.The Blade pulses through
My Stepbrother, My Mate 166 The Battle for His Soul
Xavier***The battlefield was a graveyard of shattered hope, where the screams of the fallen still echoed in the hollow silence, clinging to the ashes like ghosts that refused to leave. Bound wolves lay scattered like broken dolls, Firstborns reduced to ash, and the innocent—charred, unrecognizable—were caught in the path of Henry, now a vessel for Cael's wrath.Smoke curled like serpents through the blood-soaked ruins, clinging to the bones of the fallen.And at the center of it all—he stood.Henry.But not the Henry I knew.He shifted into his wolf form—a radiant monster bathed in ruin and sorrow.Golden fur shimmered beneath the ash, glinting like dying sunlight on a battlefield soaked in grief. His frame towered—regal, magnificent, but grotesquely wrong, like a statue of a hero twisted by pain.Power clung to him—not his own, but an ancient poison, corrupted and stolen from the Blade. It pulsed through him like a second heartbeat—merciless and cold.His eyes were wrong.No longer
My Stepbrother, My Mate 165 The Blade Unleashed
Henry****I was the Blade now.But in the final heartbeat before I vanished… I remembered Xavier’s laugh, like sunlight in winter. The warmth of his hand as it slipped into mine. The way he once whispered, "Promise me you’ll always come back," his breath trembling against my ear.Then it was gone—ripped away, drowned beneath the bloodlust and fire, as the killer I had become opened his eyes for the first time.Power. Endless, unyielding, pure.The moment the blade accepted me, it didn't just burn—I combusted. Power surged through my veins like volcanic fire, ripping my body apart only to reforge it in shadow and flame. My bones snapped and reformed. My skin cracked like porcelain before sealing again, tougher, darker. I screamed, or maybe the world did.When I stood, it was with a predator's stillness and a god's fury.I was not Henry anymore. I was the Blade incarnate.And I wanted blood.The sky shattered above me. Shadows fled before the storm I had become.Bound wolves leapt.I to
My Stepbrother, My Mate 164 The Price of Power
Henry***The battlefield had fallen silent—not from peace, but from anticipation. The air hung heavy with ash and tension, as though the world itself held its breath. All eyes had turned to Cael. All ears strained to hear what none of us wanted to believe.“To awaken the blade,” he said again, his voice quiet and unshaking, “a life must be given.”A sacrifice.The weight of those words echoed louder than any scream, more final than any death.“No,” Xavier whispered beside me, his grip on my wrist tightening. “No, we’ll find another way.”Cael didn’t answer him. He looked only at me.Because he knew.Because I knew.I stepped forward slowly, as if wading through grief itself. My heart thundered with dread, but somewhere deep inside, I already understood. From the moment the Veil tore. From the moment Dean became something else. From the first howl of the Firstborn. This was never going to end with a battle. It would end with a choice.My choice.Xavier stepped in front of me, his eyes
My Stepbrother, My Mate 163 The Blade That Demands Blood
Henry***The sky bled fire—crimson tendrils streaking across the heavens like the last breath of a dying god. Smoke coiled in black spirals, choking out the stars, and in the glow of that apocalyptic dawn, the world trembled. Buildings burned like paper. Trees split open, screaming with sap and flame. It was as if the sky itself had turned traitor—spilling fury upon a land already drowning in sorrow.Ash rained from the heavens as screams tore through the night—raw, primal, unrelenting. The ground cracked with each tremor of advancing doom, and the air itself seemed to shriek with terror. Human and wolf alike fell, their bodies twisted in agony as cities crumbled into infernos. Roads split open, swallowing vehicles and warriors whole. The Veil had been ripped open, a gaping, bleeding scar across reality, and through its ancient wound, the Firstborn surged like a plague of nightmares—fangs bared, eyes soulless, their very presence unraveling the laws of nature. They were not just killi
My Stepbrother, My Mate 162 The Howl Between Worlds
An ancient howl splits the veil between worlds. As forgotten monsters rise, Xavier and Henry must choose—submit to destiny… or tear it apart together.Xavier*****The earth trembled beneath my feet, a slow, aching quake—as if the ground itself mourned what the sky had just revealed. I could feel it—deep in my bones—that something ancient had been awakened, something far beyond even Cael.I turned to Henry, still clutching his hand.“We need to move,” I said, though my voice was hoarse and dry. Like I’d swallowed centuries of dust and dread.Henry’s gaze stayed fixed on the place where Dean had stood, now swallowed by shadow.“They’re not waiting. The Firstborns—they're already moving.”The air shifted. The woods whispered.And then—A howl.Low. Deep. Endless.It wasn’t Cael.It wasn’t Dean.It wasn’t any wolf I knew.My breath hitched. “Did you hear that?”Fiona’s face went pale. “That was… one of the Bound.”“The what?” I asked, but she was already staggering back, gripping Diego’s
My Stepbrother, My Mate 161 From Whisper to War
Xavier ****A wind colder than winter sliced through the trees, carrying with it the scent of ancient soil… and blood too old to name. Every wolf instinct in me screamed—Run. But my feet refused to move. The earth trembled beneath us—alive, aware… listening.And then, from the darkness between the trees, he emerged.Massive. Not just in size—but in presence. The very air bent around him.Cael.He wasn’t like any wolf I’d ever seen—not even in the oldest memory-visions whispered by the elders. His fur shimmered with obsidian and silver, like lightning trapped in shadow. And his eyes… God, his eyes. burned gold. Not the kind of gold that promised warmth or hope—no. They were molten. Merciless. Like a dying sun collapsing in on itself.Time held its breath.The wind blew.Even the trees leaned away from him, as though nature itself remembered the monster it once entombed.Henry moved first—just a step. No flinch. No fear. Just a steady gaze. And in that gaze… something unexpected
My Stepbrother, My Mate 160 The Blood That Came Before
Xavier***The howl still echoed through the trees, not just a sound but a memory clawing its way through time. It wasn’t the cry of a beast—it was grief made sound, ancient and unforgiving. It reverberated through the trunks, rattling leaves like whispered names of the dead. It was deeper, older, as if the very bones of the earth were mourning something long lost and half-remembered.Henry stood rigid in front of me, his shoulders squared against the wind as though bracing for a blow he could not see. The air howled around him, clawing at his clothes like phantom fingers desperate to tear away his resolve. Behind him, Fiona remained utterly still—a ghost made of defiance and sorrow. Her white cloak snapped like a banner in revolt, and her silver hair, once regal and composed, now clung wet and wild to her face, streaked with the first mournful tears of the sky.“The Firstborn?” I repeated, my voice hoarse.Fiona nodded once, her expression unreadable.Henry took a step forward. “Tell
