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145 When Darkness Calls
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Henry***The storm does not yield.Lightning splits the sky, illuminating the battlefield of destruction I have created. The shadows coil tighter around my body, venomous whispers growing more insistent, more cruel. The abyss does not wish to let me go. It does not fear Xavier's words or his unwavering belief. It only craves ruin.But Xavier does not move from where he kneels, battered and bleeding, his body trembling under the force of my blows. His breath comes in ragged gasps, but his gaze remains locked onto mine. There is no hatred in his eyes, no fear. Only that same unbearable resolve."Henry," he murmurs again, voice hoarse yet firm. "I know you're still in there. I know you can fight this."The shadows recoil, thrashing at the edges of my mind, furious at his audacity. A pulse of agony surges through me, sharp and unrelenting, as the abyss fights to reclaim me.I clutch my head, stumbling backward, my breaths coming in desperate pants. "Stop—stop talking, Xavier. You don’t un
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Xavier***The storm does not yield.But neither do we.The battlefield is a wasteland of shadows and ruin, the echoes of our struggle still vibrating in the air like the last notes of a funeral dirge. Rain seeps into the fractured earth, pooling in the craters left by our war. The scent of damp soil and blood lingers, thick and inescapable.I hold Henry against me, my arm wrapped around his trembling form, feeling the erratic rhythm of his breath against my chest. His body is wracked with exhaustion, his strength nearly spent, but he is here. He is free. And yet, the weight of what has been lost—what has been taken—clings to us like a specter, whispering reminders of those who will never stand beside us again.Dean stands before us, changed beyond recognition. The abyss clings to him, winding its tendrils through his soul, weaving into the fabric of his being. His presence is wrong, a distortion of something that was once human. The light in his eyes has been devoured, leaving behind
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Xavier****The storm had not passed. It lingered, restless, as if it too sensed the battle was far from over. Thunder rumbled in the distance, a fading echo of the chaos that had unfolded below. The sky churned with swollen clouds, heavy with the weight of the battle’s aftermath. Rain had thinned to a whisper, yet the battlefield remained drenched—soaked in blood, in loss, in the echoes of war that refused to be silenced.Henry lay motionless in my arms, his breaths shallow but steady—each fragile inhale a reminder of how close we had come to losing him. The weight of his body against mine grounded me, an anchor against the storm of blood and ruin surrounding us. He had fought harder than any of us, given everything to keep us standing. And now, his body bore the cost of that sacrifice. My fingers trembled as I brushed damp hair from his forehead, caught between the relief that he was alive and the gnawing dread of what lay ahead. The abyss had not just claimed Dean—it had opened a do
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Xavier****The silence that followed Dean’s words was suffocating, thick with the weight of revelation and dread. My grip on Henry tightened, his body unnervingly still in my arms. His eyes—those eyes—held something I had never seen before. Not just fear. Not just pain. But understanding.He knew.Diego exhaled sharply, his fists clenched, knuckles whitening as barely restrained fury coiled beneath his skin like a caged beast. Fiona stood rigid beside him, her posture a picture of composed defiance, but her eyes—those fractured pools of maternal love—betrayed her. A flicker of horror, the silent war of a mother trapped between denial and the suffocating weight of an inevitable truth, trembled in their depths.“What do you mean?” I growled, forcing my voice to remain steady, though the ground beneath me felt as if it were crumbling. My pulse thundered in my ears, my breath shallow, uneven. “What the hell are you saying, Dean?”Dean’s smirk deepened, his ember-like eyes flickering with
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Xavier****The weight of Dean’s words pressed down on me like a boulder, suffocating, unrelenting, crushing the very air from my lungs. The revelation didn’t just linger—it invaded, seeping into my bones, wrapping around my heart like an iron chain. The room felt smaller, the walls closing in, as if the universe itself recoiled from the truth, holding its breath, waiting for me to grasp the sheer gravity of what had just been spoken.Henry and I weren’t just mates. We were bound by something deeper, something that defied explanation, something that sent a cold shiver crawling down my spine.We were something beyond mortal comprehension. Something tethered to the abyss itself, lurking in the shadows of fate, waiting to consume us whole.Kin, bound by blood and destiny. A fate intertwined not just by love or the pull of the mate bond, but by something ancient, something dark—something that whispered in the marrow of my bones, waiting, watching, lurking just beyond the veil of my underst
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Xavier***The silence after Dean’s departure was suffocating, a void swallowing the room whole. It loomed between us, heavy and oppressive, daring us to speak, to breathe, to resist its pull. Henry’s breaths came in sharp, uneven gasps, his shoulders trembling under the crushing weight of a truth too monstrous to ignore. The flickering candlelight carved harsh shadows across his face, each flicker a glimpse into the turmoil twisting inside him—a war waged in silence, one he wasn’t sure he had the strength to win.Fiona stepped forward, hesitant, her fingers trembling as they reached for Henry, but she stopped just short of touching him. A flicker of doubt crossed her face, her shoulders tightening as if weighed down by the unspoken fears clawing at her. Her lips parted, but no words came—just a silent plea swimming in her eyes, a mother’s love battling the terror that threatened to consume her. Diego, ever the pillar of strength, stood rigidly beside her, his jaw clenched so tightly I
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Xavier****Alone in the room, away from the chaos of the world outside, I watched Henry take a deep breath and close his eyes. He seemed to seek solace in the quiet stillness, a brief moment of peace amidst the storm raging within him.A small smile on my lips looking at him, I couldn't help but feel a sense of calm wash over me as well. It was as if his serenity was contagious, bringing a sense of tranquility to the room. The threat is lurking in the shadows, but for now, we found solace in each other's presence, finding comfort in the shared silence. The darkness outside seemed less daunting with Henry by my side, a flicker of hope amidst the looming uncertainty.The tension in the room hung thick, suffocating in its intensity. Henry’s storm-gray eyes, darkened with fear and uncertainty, searched mine, and my heart pounded in response. His words had rattled me, leaving a crack in the carefully built walls I’d maintained. I could feel it, the weight of the darkness he carried, a shad
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Xavier***Henry’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, his forehead pressed to mine as if grounding himself. His body trembled against me, heat rolling off him in waves, caught in the torturous pull between restraint and the desperate hunger written in his storm-gray eyes."Xavier..." he breathed, my name a fevered plea against my lips. His fingers curled into my shirt, knuckles white as if holding onto me was the only thing keeping him from unraveling. His heat burned through the fabric, his body trembling with unspoken need, every inch of him drawn taut with longing.I cupped his face, tilting his head up, forcing his gaze to lock with mine. "You don’t get to be afraid," I murmured, my thumb pressing against his cheekbone, firm, unyielding. "You’re mine, Henry. Every breath, every shudder—you belong to me."His lips parted, uncertainty flickering in his eyes, but beneath it, the hunger pulsed stronger. For a moment, I thought he would retreat, but then—he lunged. His mouth crashed ag
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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
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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
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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
My Stepbrother, My Mate 159 The Storm Within
Xavier****The sky had begun to churn, a swirling mass of gray clouds that mirrored the unease tightening its grip on my chest. Each gust of wind that rattled through the trees carried the scent of storm and blood, like nature itself was bracing for a war it could not escape. The forest didn't whisper anymore—it groaned, creaked, and cried out in a language older than words, a warning etched into bark and bone.I walked beside Henry, our strides matched, yet his silence felt heavier than the air thick with impending rain. The fire that once danced in his eyes had dulled into a blade—sharp, steady, honed for battle. Not the wild flame of fury, but the cold precision of a man who knew exactly what it would cost to win—and was already paying.The storm wasn’t just above us. It was within us. And it had already begun to break.We were heading toward the eastern watch, where scouts had reported movement—dark wolves slipping between borders like whispers in the fog, testing our defenses wit
My Stepbrother, My Mate 158 Call to Arms
Xavier***The weight of the night pressed against my shoulders as we moved with urgent purpose, each step echoing with the burden of what lay ahead. Henry walked beside me, his presence a steady, unshakable force, but even he could not mask the tension thrumming beneath his skin. The gravity of our mission settled in the air like a storm on the horizon, thick with unspoken fears and unrelenting determination. Diego was already making calls, his voice sharp and commanding, every word laced with urgency as he reached out to the scattered packs, summoning them to arms. Each call was a plea, a demand, a warning—an unbreakable thread pulling together the fragile unity of our kind before it was too late.Every second mattered. Each breath was a countdown, a heartbeat closer to the abyss of war, where hesitation meant death and unity was our only salvation.“We need to rally them fast,” Henry murmured, his voice edged with urgency. His jaw was tight, his golden eyes flickering with an intens
My Stepbrother, My Mate 157 The Storm Before the War
Xavier***Henry and I exchanged a look, the depths of our bond shimmering between us like an unbroken thread of fate. The warmth of our previous intimacy still clung to our skin, but the cold hand of reality gripped us, relentless and unyielding. There was no time to savor the sanctuary we had found in each other’s arms; the world beyond these walls was unraveling, and it demanded our strength.Diego's face was carved from stone, his fists trembling with barely restrained fury as he glared at the TV screen. His jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might snap. The footage was a nightmare—humans scrambling in terror, their screams slicing through the night like knives. Shadowy figures stalked them through the trees, ruthless and relentless. Blood painted the earth, bodies crumpling beneath the onslaught of Dean’s wolves. Diego’s breath came harsh and ragged, his nails digging into his palms until they threatened to draw his own blood.“Damn it,” Henry snarled, his voice laced with fu
