Chapters
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The hum of fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead as I nestled into the corner of the library, surrounded by stacks of worn books and thick, old carpeting. My go-to study spot was tucked away from the main area, and I’d come here countless times to escape reality, get lost in a good book, and avoid anything—or anyone—that might disrupt my peace. But tonight, I couldn’t shake the unease curling in my stomach. No matter how many times I tried to bury myself in my notes, my mind kept drifting…
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7.9 K • Ongoing
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The warmth of the room was suffocating, cloying in its false comfort. The flickering torchlight carved sharp shadows across the walls, the movement making the general’s expression seem even more grotesque. My heart pounded beneath the weight of his command, each beat a stark reminder of my silence and powerlessness. The eager Vila stood ready, eyes bright with anticipation. The annoyed Vila leaned against the wall, her arms crossed, a scowl twisting her lips. I felt frozen, bound by more than just the…
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11.4 K • Ongoing
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The classroom buzzed with the usual dull energy of a Monday morning. Students shuffled in, slumped into their seats, and buried their faces in their books—or their phones, if they thought I wasn’t looking. But when Scarlet walked in, everything felt different. She moved with a quiet confidence, shoulders back, her head held high. No nervous glances, no hurried movements. It was like watching someone who’d finally decided they had nothing to lose. I marked her with a glance as she slipped…
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7.1 K • Ongoing
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The cool night air brushed against my fingertips, tinged with the faint scent of freedom. I stretched higher, my muscles straining as the rusted window latch gave under the pressure. It was open now, a thin crack of possibility, the outside world so close I could almost taste it. For the first time in what felt like forever, hope flared hot and sharp in my chest, pushing against the numbness that had threatened to consume me. But then, the hair on the back of my neck prickled, the primal sense of danger…
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10.9 K • Ongoing
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The light of the dreamscape clung to me long after I woke, its shadows still whispering through my veins. The garden and Draven’s haunting words played on an endless loop in my mind. The way they had looked at me—eyes that seemed to hold centuries of longing and truth—set my heart racing in a way that felt almost treacherous. They were shadow incarnate, a being of elegance and power wrapped in danger, yet there was something achingly familiar in how they spoke to me, how they confessed lifetimes of…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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The hallway buzzed with life as students darted from class to class, their voices blending into a chaotic symphony. I kept my gaze forward, forcing my feet to move at an even pace, but the prickling sensation of eyes on my back made my skin crawl. The rumors, the whispers—they followed me like a shadow I couldn’t shake. “Look who it is,” Violet’s voice cut through the noise, sharp and biting. “The Omega who thinks she’s untouchable just because Silas looks at her like she hung the…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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The moment I slipped into the dreamscape, the familiar scent of lilies and rain-soaked earth enveloped me, pulling me into a realm that pulsed with echoes of memories long past. Moonlight draped the scene in a silvery glow, casting shifting shadows across the garden that stretched out before me. This place—lush and timeless—was a fragment of Mara's soul, one I’d seen before across countless lifetimes. But now, it carried the weight of something different, something more potent. Mara lay beneath a…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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The darkness swallowed me whole, pressing against me like a second skin, suffocating and alive. The shadows, restless and eager, coiled and slithered around me, whispering in that twisted, hissed voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once. "Your truth... face it... or be consumed." The words cut through me, a shiver racing down my spine as the scene around me shifted. The cold, dark emptiness shattered, replaced by a dimly lit room that felt familiar and foreign at the same time.…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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I watched from the recesses of the shadows, where light dared not touch, observing as Mara leaned into Silas, her voice breaking as she finally let slip the truths she'd held for so long. The flickering candlelight softened her features, made her look almost fragile, though I knew better. Mara was anything but fragile. She was fierce, a storm wrapped in skin, a force that could either tear you apart or pull you close enough to suffocate. And tonight, after passing the first trial, she stood taller…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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The Headmaster’s office was colder than I remembered. The expansive room, lined with ancient tomes and relics that whispered forgotten stories, loomed around me with an air of silent judgment. Headmaster Brightwen sat behind his imposing mahogany desk, his white hair glinting under the soft glow of the enchanted chandelier above. His green eyes—piercing and calculating—fixed on me with the kind of scrutiny that made it clear he saw far more than he let on. “Mara, thank you for coming,” he said,…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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