All Chapters of The Blood Bound Legacy: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Maxwell—I turned, searching, my chest tightening with something I didn’t want to name.Then I saw him.And my blood ran cold.He stood in the middle of the courtyard, back upright, sword dripping red. And opposite him was the leader of the Council, who regarded him as a cat watching a mouse it has already decided to kill.No.No.I began to move before I had time to think, my feet barely hitting the ground as I shoved through bodies, ignoring the pain screaming through my limbs, ignoring everything but the two figures in their silent, lethal standoff.Maxwell lifted his sword. “You should have never left the tower, you old man.”The Council leader laughed. “And miss the fun?”And then they moved.Maxwell was first, quick, terrifying, the blade of his knife sweeping for the Council leader’s throat. But the man had disappeared. He turned, like smoke, like something unfettered by the same laws of this realm, materializing behind Maxwell in a single breath.Maxwell spun just in time to p

We retreated deep into the ruins of the fortress, finding shelter where we could. The air was thick with exhaustion and the weight of loss, warriors tending to wounds, faces grim and haunted. The distant echoes of battle had faded, leaving behind an unsettling silence—one that seemed to seep into our bones.Maxwell still hadn’t woken up.I sat beside him, watching his slow, uneven breaths, my thoughts a storm inside me. The dim light cast harsh shadows across his face, making him look far too pale, too still. Every rise and fall of his chest was a fragile reassurance that, for now, he was still alive. But how much longer could I keep him safe? How much longer could I keep any of them safe?Lilith leaned against the opposite wall, arms crossed, watching me with a look that I didn’t like.“Say it,” I muttered, breaking the silence.Lilith arched a brow. “Say what?”I glared at her. “Whatever smug, ‘I-told-you-so’ thing you’re dying to throw in my face.”To my surprise, she didn’t smirk.

We had a plan, but plans were only as good as the people executing them. And if we were going to rip the Council apart from the inside, we had to be flawless.I stood at the head of the war table, staring at the map spread out before us, the symbols and markings representing the Council’s reach across the continent. It was vast—too vast for a head-on fight. But it didn’t need to be a fight.It needed to be a collapse.Lilith leaned back against the stone wall, her arms crossed as she studied me. “You’re quiet, Guardian. That’s either a good thing or a very, very bad thing.”I exhaled, fingers tapping against the table. “We need names.”She smirked. “I thought you’d never ask.” She pulled a small, tattered book from her cloak, flipping it open. “The Council’s power doesn’t just come from its leaders—it comes from control. From alliances, from secrets, from people who are too scared to defy them. But every system has weak points.”Jameson leaned forward, grinning. “And you just happen t

Three days. That was all the time we had.Seventy-two hours to prepare for a battle we had no guarantee of winning. Seventy-two hours to plan, to gather what little strength we had left, to walk into a trap knowing it was a trap and still come out alive.The weight of it pressed down on me like a vice, but I didn’t let myself break. I couldn’t. Not when there was still a small chance that my mother was out there. That she had been suffering, waiting, all this time.We didn’t have the luxury of failure.---Day One: The PlanI stood in the war room, surrounded by the people I trusted most. Bastian, arms crossed, face unreadable. Soraya, pacing, her magic flickering at her fingertips. Jameson, flipping a knife between his fingers, his usual smirk missing. Lilith, lounging near the window, was amused but dangerous. And Maxwell—always at my side, his golden eyes sharp with unspoken thoughts.The map of the Council’s strongholds lay spread across the table, marked with every piece of infor

The ground shook beneath us, the air thick with charged magic. Every instinct I had screamed run, but my body wouldn’t move. Not when his gaze was locked onto mine, not when the weight of his power pressed into my chest like an iron grip.The Council leader didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t have to.“You should have stayed in the shadows, Lena.”His silver eyes glowed in the dim light, reflecting the fires still burning behind him. Around us, the remaining guards stilled, no longer scrambling, reacting in panic. They didn’t need to. Their leader had arrived.Maxwell stepped in front of me, his sword raised, his stance unshaken. “If you want her, you’ll have to go through me.”The Council leader tilted his head slightly, as if considering the offer. Then, faster than I could track, he moved.Max barely had time to block.Their swords clashed, the force of it sending a shockwave through the ground. I staggered back, my mother gasping as I pulled her with me. Bastian and Soraya rushed to