Chapter: Sharpened thoughtsThe house breathed different when we returned. Walls that had once been background felt watchful, their plaster carrying the tension we brought in with us. Matteo paced the narrow hall, a wolf in shoes too tight, while Luca stripped weapons out on the kitchen table, metal clinking like punctuation in a language made only of war.The smell of oil and steel was thick enough to choke. It was home in the way scars are: ugly, permanent, familiar.Nico peeled off his jacket, his eyes never leaving me even when he was moving. “We don’t have much time. If Marco’s right, Umbra will start early. They like the dark because they think it makes them gods.”Matteo barked a laugh, harsh and bitter. “Or maybe they like the dark because rats don’t survive in daylight.”No one corrected him.I lowered myself into a chair and pressed my palms flat against the wood, grounding myself. “We need to decide. Do we take Marco’s word and pull everyone back from the pier? Or do we hold both places and split our
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Chapter: In the QuietDawn came in gray shreds the color of old bandages. The city had the kind of quiet that made sound feel obscene—too intimate for so many secrets. I climbed the fire escape because being higher up made the world simpler: angles instead of complications, air instead of human things pressing in.Nico was already there when I pushed the hatch open. He stood with his back to me, shoulders hunched against the cold wind, hands jammed into the pockets of his jacket. He looked like he belonged to the architecture of the roof—hard, necessary, built to bear weight.“You didn't come to sleep either,” he said without turning.“No.” I dropped down beside him and wrapped my arms around my knees. The metal under my palms was still warm from a life that had happened here before we came, and the warmth felt obscene—small comfort where there shouldn't be any. “Too many things to think.”He let that be. For a long time we watched traffic pull itself along the far street like tired beasts. The city had a
Huling Na-update: 2025-09-22
Chapter: Safe houses and sharper things The safe house was smaller than I remembered—a brick box of a place with one crooked window that breathed out the city's rain when the wind leaned wrong. Inside, the air smelled faintly of lemon cleaner and old cigarette smoke, a cheap attempt at normalcy stitched over the ragged edge of our lives. Someone had swept; someone had tried to make a bed. It felt obscene and holy at the same time.Matteo dropped to the couch as if the floor might open beneath him. His hands still shook; his breath came in shallow, quick pulls. Luca prowled the perimeter like an animal that could not decide whether to sleep or strike. Nico moved through the room with the economy of someone who had learned to reserve every gesture—checking locks, peering through blinds, folding himself into the smallest possible shape while remaining watchful.I stood in the doorway and let the scene arrange itself around me. The wet on my coat evaporated into the stale heat. For a moment I wanted to peel the skin off my shou
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Chapter: The deadliest truth of allSerena:The storage room stank of oil and mildew, the kind of rot that clung to your throat until you could taste it. Damp boxes leaned against each other like drunks in an alley, paper curling from years of neglect. Every flicker of the overhead light carved the walls into sharper angles, shadows stretching long and brittle.My pulse hadn’t slowed since the first shot was fired. I could feel it in my wrists, in my ribs, in the bruised places memory refused to let heal.Marco stood near the rusted door, his face half-shadowed, unreadable. He had always been like that—a storm contained behind stone walls. It wasn’t comfort, not really. It was just… stillness in the wrong shape.Outside, the world breathed closer. The low hum of an engine vibrated through the thin walls. Tires whispered across the wet pavement, the rhythm deliberate and controlled. Umbra’s men weren’t searching anymore. They were circling.Matteo muttered something sharp under his breath, his hand tight around his weapo
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Chapter: Things change… just like that.Serena:The moment Marco’s boots hit the floor, the room shrank to the width of our pulse. Every shadow seemed to lean toward us, heavy and knowing. Nico didn’t lower his gun—he never did—but the tremor in his fingers said more than words could. Matteo muttered a string of curses I didn’t fully hear, and Luca’s jaw was a rigid line, knuckles white against the window frame.I forced myself to breathe, to anchor to something other than fear. My gun stayed trained on Marco, but my eyes flicked to the blinds. The street beyond was a study in tension: the van, black as oil, its engine a soft growl; the figure on the corner, lean and patient; the city itself holding its breath.“Move fast,” Marco whispered, as though speaking louder would snap the thin thread of survival.I stepped aside, letting him take the center of the room without lowering my weapon. The moment was electric, a fuse lit on both ends.Then it happened.A shout from the street. Tires squealing. The corner man ducked behin
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Chapter: In the momentMy hand found the handle before my brain could argue with it. The metal was slick with sweat. For a moment, everything narrowed—my pulse, the gun in my palm, the three sets of eyes on my back, the single name that had split the room like a knife.I twisted.The door cracked open on a wedge of night and a face.Marco.He was smaller than I’d pictured—lived-in lines around his mouth, a thin crescent scar at his temple, hair pushed back with a hand that trembled like he'd been running. He smelled of smoke and oil and something metallic, the kind of odor that clung to men who’d slept in cars and prayed to no one. He wore a coat the color of old bruises, collar turned up, and his left shoulder sagged where a strap should have been. Blood darkened his sleeve, but his eyes were bright, too bright, as if whatever had found him refused to dull him.For a breath, the room held together on his look alone. Matteo’s face went white and red in the same heartbeat. Nico’s gun clicked; the sound was t
Huling Na-update: 2025-09-17
Her Enemy, His Curse
For centuries, witches and werewolves have been locked in a brutal war of blood and betrayal. But when a cursed prince and a disgraced street witch are bound by ancient magic, the fate of their world begins to unravel.
Arielle Thornbrook has survived the streets of the witch dominion with nothing but sharp instincts and sharper words. Born to a disgraced bloodline and branded unworthy, she trusts no one—especially not the ruling witches who let her starve, or the werewolf beasts raised to hunt her kind. When she’s caught stealing from a noble, she’s given a grim choice: execution… or conscription to the infamous Warborn Academy, where witches and wolves are trained to kill side by side.
Lucian Draxon was born for war—and cursed for it. The cold, ruthless heir to the werewolf throne hides a devastating secret: a blood curse that binds his fate to a witch. When Arielle’s wild magic triggers that curse, they’re tethered in pain and power—two enemies forced to train, fight, and survive together.
As the academy pushes them to the breaking point, a dangerous attraction ignites between them—one neither can afford. But whispers of an ancient prophecy resurface, revealing a chilling truth: only the union of witch and wolf can break the curse and end the war… or doom them all.
Hunted by their own kind, betrayed by those closest to them, and bound by a love they never asked for, Ari and Lucian must choose between loyalty and rebellion, vengeance and peace… or risk losing everything.
Basahin
Chapter: Epilogue: Dawn After the StormWeeks had passed since the battle. The courtyard, once scarred by chaos and blood, now gleamed in the morning light, polished and orderly as though the world itself had been reset. The warriors went about their routines with a new steadiness, a confidence born from surviving the storm, but the memory of that dawn—the clash of silver and shadow, the roar of the pack, and Dane’s vanquished threat—still lingered in every corner of the castle.I stood on the balcony of our chamber, Lucian at my side, fingers entwined with mine. The valley below stretched in quiet splendor, fields frosted with the lingering chill of early spring and rivers glinting silver beneath the rising sun. Birds sang in cautious notes, as if testing whether the world had truly healed.“You’re quiet,” Lucian said, voice low, teasing, though I could hear the softness behind it.“I’m… happy,” I admitted, leaning into him. The warmth of his body against mine was steady, grounding, a constant I hadn’t realized I’d been cr
Huling Na-update: 2025-09-12
Chapter: The last fightArielleThe first light of dawn bled across the horizon, cold and sharp, painting the courtyard in gray and silver. Shadows clung to the walls like dark memories, reluctant to let go, but the chill didn’t touch the fire coiling in my veins.I flexed my hands, feeling the silver hum beneath my skin, no longer a restless, raging tide but a sharpened blade waiting for a strike. Lucian’s presence at my side was a tether, steadying and familiar, and yet… my pulse thrummed for him and against him all at once. He didn’t need to speak. I could feel the promise in the set of his shoulders, the weight of his calm readiness pressing into mine.From the trees, movement stirred. A ripple of shapes, low and predatory. Dane’s pack. Their growls and snarls rolled across the courtyard, testing, probing, hungry.I closed my eyes, letting the sound settle like a stone in my chest. Not yet. Not until the right moment.Lucian leaned closer, his breath brushing the side of my neck. “Remember,” he murmured,
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Chapter: And then whatArielleThe howl tore through the night like a blade.It wasn’t just sound—it was a claim. A reminder. A promise of ruin.Every muscle in my body went rigid. The silver inside me flared in recognition, writhing as though it had heard the voice of a master it refused to obey. I pressed a hand to my chest, breath short, fighting to hold it down. Not now. Not like this.Lucian’s hand dropped from my cheek to my shoulder, anchoring me. His presence steadied me the way stone steadies a crumbling wall. But even stone cracks under enough weight.Another howl followed, closer this time, joined by a chorus of answering voices. The pack. They filled the night with their hunger, a sound that slithered through the trees and over the walls, seeding doubt in every heart within earshot.The courtyard stirred again. Warriors rushed to the battlements, blades flashing, faces hard with terror they didn’t want to admit. The silence that had held us fractured into whispers.“He’s calling them.”“They’ll
Huling Na-update: 2025-09-11
Chapter: The silence beforeArielleThe horn stopped after the third call.It left the courtyard in a silence more suffocating than noise, every warrior’s breath visible in the frost, every hand tight on a weapon. The firelight flickered against armor and steel, painting shadows that looked too much like shapes moving in the night.But no attack came. Not yet.Lucian’s orders shifted from battle-readiness to waiting. Scouts slipped beyond the walls, fading into the darkness with only the crunch of snow to mark their passage. Those left behind held their breath as if the sound alone might summon Dane.I hated waiting.The silver stirred restlessly in my veins, a low pulse against my skin, whispering to be used. It felt him, too—I was sure of it. Like a storm scenting the air before the first strike of lightning.Lucian stayed near, his presence steady even as his eyes tracked every shadow. When he finally spoke, it was in a voice low enough only I could hear.“He’s testing us. Waiting to see if we’ll break before
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Chapter: FirelightLucianThe night was sharp with cold, the kind that crept under armor and whispered against bone. I had circled the stronghold twice, my boots crunching over frost, my eyes on every torch and every shadow. It should have eased me, knowing the wards were set, the scouts posted, the walls strong. But nothing could still the unease.War was coming. We had chosen it. But Dane—Dane would welcome it.When I returned, I didn’t find Arielle in her chamber. I found her in the training hall, alone.Torches burned low, their light restless as she moved through the stances I’d taught her. Each strike of her blade was deliberate, sharper than the last, though her ribs were still bound and her body bore the bruises of our last battle. She was breaking herself against silence.And the storm inside her simmered, straining for release.“You should be resting,” I said, leaning against the doorway.Her blade halted mid-arc, then lowered slowly. Her eyes didn’t waver from me. “Resting won’t make me ready
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Chapter: The what comes next??ArielleThe fire in the hearth burned low, the smoke stinging my lungs in ways the storm had not. I stood in the center of the council chamber, shoulders squared though my body still ached, every bruise and torn muscle screaming at me to sit. But I wouldn’t—not here, not in front of them.They had gathered in silence. Elders with silver in their hair, warriors with bandaged arms and split brows, scouts who smelled of dirt and blood. They didn’t look at me the way they looked at Lucian. Their gazes lingered longer, wary, edged with something sharp.Fear.The word cut through me like glass.I had expected gratitude. Respect, maybe. Not this. Not the silence that wrapped tighter with every second I stood there.Lucian shifted at my side, a quiet presence, his eyes scanning the room, daring anyone to speak first.It was one of the elders who finally did. His voice was rough, like gravel. “We saw what you unleashed.”The words were not accusation—not yet—but they weren’t trust, either.My
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