Novels by mscot1864

Nadia's POV.The Seer’s scream was unlike anything human. It rang through the air as Nadia’s flames engulfed her. The light of the fire turned white-hot, swallowing the bridge, the mist, even the sky above.Nadia could feel her body unraveling with it. Every pulse of power tore at her insides, threatening to burn her from within. But she couldn’t stop. She wouldn’t.Through the inferno, she saw Varic struggling to stand. His sword clattered to the ground, his form wavering in and out of shadow. “Nadia!! stop! You’ll kill yourself!”She shook her head, tears mingling with sweat and ash. “She has to end! She’ll keep taking from us, forever!”Varic stumbled forward, fighting against the blast of wind and fire. He reached her, grabbed her shoulders, and forced her to look at him. “You can’t carry both our flames alone. Let me in.”Her eyes widened, and before she could speak, he pressed his forehead to hers. The bond flared like a supernova.Fire met shadow, no longer fighting, no longer

Nadia's POV. “Stay where you are!” his voice broke out. She tried, but the stone beneath her cracked again. The bridge was dying, piece by piece, swallowed by the fire below.Nadia surged to her feet, her hands burning with firelight. The bond inside her bloomed.The smoke in the air cleared just enough for her to see the Seer standing on the far edge of the bridge, untouched by the destruction. Her white cloak rippled like smoke, her silver eyes glowing brighter.“Still you fight the hand that shaped you,” the Seer said, her voice both near and far. “Do you not see what you’ve become? Fire and shadow born from a dying god’s bloodline. You were never meant to live peacefully.”Nadia gritted her teeth. “You don’t get to decide what we become.”The Seer’s gaze softened, almost pitying. “Child, I already have.”With a flick of her wrist, the mist twisted, and surged forward across the broken span. Varic paced faster. His sword cut through the first obstacle scattering it into pieces.

Nadia's POV. The climb down from Eldrath took the better part of the morning. The air reeked of dust and blood, and every step Nadia took felt heavier than the last. Her body hadn’t yet adjusted to the strange bond that now pulsed between her and Varic. It wasn’t just warmth anymore, it was fire laced with shadow, a heartbeat that wasn’t entirely hers.She could feel him in her chest. Every breath he took echoed faintly in her lungs; every faint pain he tried to hide rippled through her veins. It was more than connection, it was fusion.Varic walked ahead, silent as always, his long coat torn and bloodstained. Carter trailed behind, muttering curses under his breath as he checked the map of the mountain ridge. The air between the three of them was tight with unspoken things.When they finally reached the ridge overlooking the valley, Nadia stopped. Below, the remnants of Eldrath’s energy pulsed like a dying star embers fading into the earth.“It’s really over,” she murmured.Varic di

Nadia's POV. The night above Eldrath was darker than ink, the stars swallowed by clouds that looked too heavy to belong to the sky. The cavern walls trembled faintly, whispering the name of the man who had defied death to save her.Varic.Nadia’s body shook as she pressed her palms against his chest. His skin was cold, but not the kind of cold that meant gone, it was the kind that lingered before the end, the kind that teased the edge of life.“Come on, you stubborn wolf,” she whispered, tears mixing with the ash on her cheeks. “You don’t get to die after that. You don’t get to leave me with just freedom.”Carter crouched beside her, watching the faint golden shimmer that still pulsed weakly beneath Varic’s veins. “He’s not fully gone,” he said softly. “But he’s trapped. Whatever deal that spirit made—it’s holding his soul somewhere between here and the void.”Nadia’s gaze snapped toward the monolith. “Then I’ll break it.”Carter’s eyes widened. “Nadia, wait—”She slammed her bloodie

Nadia's POV. The northern winds howled like ghosts when they reached Eldrath. The ruins were nothing more than scattered stones and half-buried bones stretching into the fog. Once, this was the seat of the first wolf kings, now it was a cemetery of power and memory.The journey had taken three days. Three days of silence between Nadia and Varic. Three days of her feeling the constant hum of the sigil beneath her skin, a reminder that her heartbeat no longer belonged solely to her. Every time she tried to tap into her magic, she could feel his energy threading through hers, answering like a second pulse.When they finally crossed the last ridge, Carter muttered, “This place gives me the creeps.”“It’s supposed to,” Varic said, his tone flat. “The bloodline that built it didn’t want mortals here.”Nadia stared at the massive stone doors that rose from the ground ahead, covered in runes so old they looked carved from bone. “And we’re walking in anyway.”Varic looked at her. “Do you want

Nadia's POV. The rain came harder that night, drenching the mountains in a storm that carried the stench of ash and blood. The valley where the High Seer fell had turned into a graveyard of twisted armor and burnt earth. Nadia stood at its center, her hands still trembling from the aftermath of the firestorm.The power she unleashed had drained her, yet she couldn’t stop shaking. Not from exhaustion, but from what she’d felt when the Seer’s essence dissolved.Something had entered her.A whisper. A pulse. A memory not her own.She felt it every time the lightning cracked across the sky; an echo of the Seer’s voice, soft and venomous, murmuring at the back of her mind.You can’t destroy blood that’s already in you.Varic’s soldiers were gathering what was left of the hunters. Carter barked orders, his face pale beneath the mud and blood. Varic himself stood by the edge of the ridge, bare-chested, the rain streaking across his golden skin. His wound was already healing, though the scar