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      Chapter 54

      by Quinn Hawthorne The first rays of morning light crept across the room, brushing over the curtains and casting a warm, muted glow across the space. I moved quietly, careful not to disturb the stillness of our quarters as I arranged the last of the breakfast on the small table in the kitchenette. The pastries were warm, the eggs perfectly cooked, and the tea steeped just right. It was simple, but it was hers, ours, something that made this space feel like a home amidst the chaos outside. I glanced back toward the nest,…
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      Chapter 55

      by Quinn Hawthorne The world around me was silent, a suffocating kind of quiet that pressed against my ears, thick as fog. The dream always began like this: in the depths of shadow, where the air seemed alive, pulsing with whispers that slithered along my skin. This time, though, it felt different. More sinister, more tangible, as if the shadows were no longer content to merely watch—they wanted to touch, to claim. I stood in an endless expanse of darkness, the ground beneath my feet cold and unyielding like stone. I took…
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      Chapter 56

      by Quinn Hawthorne The weight of Silas's gaze pressed into me, steady and unwavering. He didn’t move, didn’t even blink, as if holding his breath and giving me the space I needed to unravel the truth. But the air between us was thick, charged with everything I’d kept hidden, and now, there was no turning back. My fingers trembled as I traced the edge of the Garnet at my collarbone, feeling its pulse slow, steadying with each heartbeat. It felt like an anchor now, the one thing grounding me against the storm that…
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      Chapter 57

      by Quinn Hawthorne The library was cloaked in a stillness I’d come to appreciate, the only sounds being the occasional rustle of paper and the quiet creak of wooden chairs. My eyes swept over the aged text in front of me, absorbing line after line on shadow rituals and the intricate, hidden dangers that came with them. The weight of this knowledge pressed on my chest, mingling with the tension I always carried these days. Somewhere in the maze of towering shelves, Mara was gathering books for her own research. The thought…
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      Chapter 58

      by Quinn Hawthorne I didn’t exactly expect “surprise date” to mean a late-night visit to the town’s antique observatory, but then again, that was Xavier for you—always keeping me guessing. We stood on the creaky spiral staircase that led up to the top of the ancient stone tower, the dim lighting casting long shadows that danced with each step. Xavier looked over his shoulder, one brow arched in that way he had that said, well, you coming or what? I chuckled. “An observatory, huh? I didn’t peg you for the…
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      Chapter 59

      by Quinn Hawthorne 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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      Chapter 60

      by Quinn Hawthorne The room around me was steeped in an unnatural stillness, broken only by the flickering of the white and black candles forming the circle I lay within. Their flames cast shadows that defied logic, bending and shifting with a life of their own. Silas sat on the couch, eyes locked on me, concern etched deep in the set of his jaw. His presence was a silent testament to his unwavering support, ready to intervene if necessary, though this was a fight I had to face alone. The Pyrope Garnet pulsed beneath my…
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      Chapter 62

      by Quinn Hawthorne   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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      Chapter 63

      by Quinn Hawthorne 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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      Chapter 64

      by Quinn Hawthorne 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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