All Chapters of The Prophecy's Pawn: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Kyara's POVThe world beyond the window exploded in chaos, but all I could hear was the rapid rhythm of my heartbeat and an ominous voice whispering in my head: It's time to choose.The massive figure moved with unnatural ease; its flaming eyes centered on me as if I were the only thing in existence. Its body shimmered like smoke and fire, continuously changing but impossibly solid. The very air surrounding it crackled with fire and darkness as if the entire earth had bowed under its force."Kyara," Eric stated abruptly, breaking through my frozen thoughts. His grasp on my hand became tighter, anchoring me. "Whatever that thing is, it's after you."I averted my gaze from the view and focused on him. His face was serene yet determined, like a rock in the raging storm outside."What do we do?" I muttered, my voice quivering.Eric's jaw tensed as he looked at the door. "We fight." We safeguard what belongs to us. But you have to be safe—""No," I said, startling myself with the intensity

Kyara's POVI woke up gasping for oxygen, my chest heaving as if I'd drowned. But the blackness surrounding me remained intact: thick, throbbing, and alive. It seemed colder this time as if an ice grasp was pushing its way into my flesh.But suddenly I wasn't alone."Stop fighting me," the other version of myself growled. Her dark eyes glinted, and her smile was too keen and predatory. "You're only making this harder on yourself.""What do you want from me?" I snapped and stepped back impulsively. Despite the infinite nothingness surrounding us, my feet landed on something solid.Her chuckle was low and deadly. "Want? I do not want anything, Kyara. I'm here because of your needs.""I don't need you." My voice shook despite my efforts to appear powerful.She cocked her head, her dark hair falling like ink. Oh, but you do. You've felt it, right? "The power within you begs to be released."I clenched my fist. "That power is not yours. It's mine, and I'll run it my way."Her smile expande

Kyara's POVThe earth moaned beneath us, the rift growing larger as the old shadow clawed its way into the world. Its shape was amorphous and ever-changing—a towering creature of darkness and fire that oozed hatred. My pendant shook furiously against my breast, the light within it flickering as if striving to hold its own.Eric tightened his grasp on my hand, his injured face set with resolve. "Stay behind me," he hissed, his voice strong regardless of his frail state."No," I said firmly, standing up alongside him. "We fight this together."He gave a surprised look, but he didn't protest. His hand stayed linked with mine, a wordless symbol of our union. My heart raced as I gazed at the beast, my instincts screaming for me to go. But when the pendant warmed up, I felt a peculiar peace come over me, as if it was whispering something to me—guiding me.Victor stood on the brink of the rift, his golden eyes gleaming with victory. "Magnificent, isn't it?" he asked, his voice filled with ad

Kyara's POVThe moon was low in the sky, sending silvery light over the Crescent Moon pack's woodland as I proceeded along the meandering route. The weight of the pendant crushed on my chest, its warmth throbbing in sync with my heart. It felt heavier tonight as if it contained more than just physical weight—secrets, power, and something old that I was only beginning to comprehend.I halted under a huge oak tree, the pleasant air stirring the leaves above. Eric had been summoned away to deal with the border threat, so I was alone with only my thoughts for company. The lack of his constant presence seemed like an ache, but I couldn't explain why. We had shared so much over the last several days, but it still seemed like there was a wall between us—one made of secrets and half-truths.A slight rustling interrupted my thoughts. I whirled around, gripping the pendant reflexively."Relax, Kyara," a familiar voice whispered softly and soothingly.Eric appeared from the shadows, his gaze eni

Kyara's POVThe air around me was thick and heavy with the smell of moist dirt and something far darker—something old. The shadow that was not ours swept over the woodland floor, coiling like a serpent about to attack. Eric's arms tightened around me, his instincts as keen as a dagger."Kyara," he whispered with a deep growl, "step back."But I could not move. The shadow was more than a trick of the light; it was alive and crying out to me. The necklace on my chest pulsed softly, like someone else's heartbeat."It's her," I said softly, my throat stiff. "Rena."The shadow curled upwards, acquiring shape. It gradually transformed itself into a figure—Rena's figure—but distorted and darker, like an oil painting covered with soot. Her eyes were no longer human, but pits of black fire, and her speech sounded empty."You thought you could banish me, Kyara?" Rena scoffed, her eyes riveted on me. "You can't destroy the darkness when it's already part of you."Eric came forward with his blade