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      Chapter 9

      by Quinn Hawthorne “Come on, Silas. You know I will fail if you don’t let me copy.” Xavier said. He was flipping through the Spell Craft 103 text book, stuck on the essay they were having to write by Friday. “If you haven’t started by now, I doubt even with my answers you will pass,” Silas said softly as he scribbled away in his notebook. Xavier groaned and slammed his head on the desk making me laugh. “Why didn’t you start, man?” I asked. “Amelia fucking Davis.” Xavier smirked at me, “Need I…
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      Chapter 8

      by Quinn Hawthorne The ground beneath my feet turned traitor, a slick deceit that sent me sprawling. I went down hard, the breath knocked from my lungs, the taste of copper filling my mouth. My palms scraped against the unyielding stone path, the pain a sharp reminder of my clumsiness—or rather, the enchantment that seemed to have claimed me as its puppet. I pushed myself up, my cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and fury, only to slip again, my feet sliding out from under me as if greased. I couldn't help but…
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      Chapter 7

      by Mae Celeste 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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      Chapter 7

      by Quinn Hawthorne I was sprawled across the worn-out sofa in the common room, the glow of my phone casting a soft light on my face. The chatter around me was a familiar symphony, punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter or the clink of mugs on the coffee table. It was one of those rare evenings where the weight of impending exams hadn't yet suffocated the air with tension. My fingers scrolled mindlessly through my feed, a stream of memes and magic theory debates, when a pair of names sliced through the noise,…
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      Chapter 66

      by Quinn Hawthorne The library's dim, amber light barely reached the farthest corners where I had tucked myself away. Shadows danced at the edges of my vision, blending with the weight that pressed against my skull, sharp and unrelenting. The stack of books in front of me felt like an anchor, pages full of cryptic diagrams and handwritten notes I could barely comprehend with the thrum of exhaustion drumming in my head. My fingers rubbed at my temples, trying and failing to soothe the migraine that had taken root. Silas had…
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      Chapter 65

      by Quinn Hawthorne 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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      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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      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 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 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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