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It was strange, how quickly everything could change, even though nothing really looked different. Xavier and I had done this a thousand times before—sitting together, his knee brushing against mine, watching something on TV that neither of us cared about. But now, every little touch felt charged with meaning, every glance full of something new. I shifted on the couch, glancing at him. His attention was on the screen, but I knew better. He was just as aware of this new reality as I was. The…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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The mark on my hand wouldn’t stop itching. The mark on my hand had grown darker. Its presence, once faint, now felt like a constant whisper at the back of my mind. At first, I’d ignored it, brushing off the strange tingling sensation as an aftereffect of the ritual. But deep down, I knew better. This wasn’t something I could dismiss anymore. It wasn’t going away. Sitting in the quiet of my nest, I stared at it. The lines were no longer subtle—they were defined, almost alive, moving in rhythm…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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I leaned against the kitchen counter, rubbing my temples as the pot of soup simmered on the stove. The quiet felt suffocating today. Yesterday, everything had been fine—better than fine, actually. My parents had been in good spirits, more alert, even managing to get through the day without much of the usual struggle. So, I told the nurse to take the day off. They deserved the break. But today... today was different. I sighed, pushing myself off the counter and grabbing a spoon to stir the…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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I should have left. The second I saw her, the second her scent hit me, I should have turned around and walked away. Pretended I never saw her, never even knew her. It would have been the smart thing to do. The safe thing to do. But I couldn’t. The moment her eyes met mine, all that pain, all that desperation that I’d buried came roaring back to life, tearing me apart. She looked at me like I was a ghost, like I’d shattered her heart all over again just by standing there. And hell if…
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7.9 K • Ongoing
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The cool night air wrapped around me like a shroud as I stepped out of the library, my nerves still humming from my encounter with Darius. I took a deep breath, the crispness of the evening doing little to calm the chaos inside me. Everything felt off-kilter, my emotions teetering dangerously between anger, confusion, and something darker. I needed to get back to my dorm. I needed sleep. And more than anything, I needed to stop thinking about— “Viv.” My heart stopped. I knew that voice.…
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7.9 K • Ongoing
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The room was silent, the kind of stillness that presses against your ears, making you hyper-aware of your own breath, of the steady thrum of your pulse. My fingers trembled as I placed the final item at the edge of the circle—a small, polished stone to represent the earth. It glinted under the faint light, a dull sheen, but enough to make me feel its weight, its grounding presence. I stepped back, feeling the faint pull of the elements around me. The air was thick with anticipation, like the room itself…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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I drummed my fingers against my thigh, glancing at the clock on the wall for what had to be the hundredth time. Practice had run over, and Coach wasn’t one to wrap things up just because we’d hit the scheduled end time. My jaw clenched as he gave us another rundown on defense strategy, the urgency pulsing in my chest growing by the second. It had been hours since I’d left her there in the basement. Too long. Kira was probably waiting, wondering if I’d forgotten her. I’d be lying if I said the…
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10.9 K • Ongoing
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The world around me shifted, and the ritual room faded into a foggy gray. I was no longer standing in the circle I’d drawn but somewhere between memory and dream, a liminal space that felt strangely alive, pulsing with shadows. Beside me, Draven’s presence solidified, shadowy and powerful. They looked at me, their gaze both cautious and unyielding. “This is your mindscape,” they said, their voice reverberating through me. “We’re stepping into the boundaries that hold you—the ones your mother…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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Mara sat across from me, brow furrowed as she scanned yet another dusty book. The only light in the room came from the faint glow of her laptop screen, casting a bluish hue over us and the mess of books and notes sprawled out between us. Her fingers traced over the lines in the old tomes, her lips moving as she murmured to herself, piecing together fragments of information. She’d been at it for hours, relentless in her search. I could see the strain tightening in her shoulders, a flicker of something…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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I woke to the sound of water dripping. It was steady, relentless, a maddening rhythm that I had learned to tune out in the days I had been here. Every drop echoed in the cell, a cruel reminder that time hadn't stopped, even though it felt like it had. Each splash was another second of my life slipping away, another moment lost to the darkness that surrounded me. My body ached from the inside out, every muscle sore from the strain of healing. The magic had drained me, left me hollow. I was a husk, brittle…
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11.4 K • Ongoing
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