Chapter: The Return of FireThe wind carried the scent of ash and iron, stirring the remnants of battle around them. Mae’s pulse thrummed against her throat, every beat echoing in the chains that still glowed faintly beneath her skin. Sethis stood only a breath away, his presence wrapping around her like a storm contained by will alone.“You’ve bound yourself to it,” he said quietly. “To the fracture. To him.” Mae’s fingers tightened at her sides. “I made a choice.”“No,” Sethis whispered, stepping closer, his shadows tightening. “You answered a call. One that will not stop until it owns you.”She turned to face him, the violet light in her eyes flickering. “You think I don’t know what I’ve done? You think I don’t feel it clawing through me?” Sethis’s expression shifted. Anger, grief, and something deeper. “You gave yourself to the thing that wanted to unmake you.”“I ended the war,” she said, voice trembling with exhaustion. “The champion fell.” He laughed once, dark and hollow. “Fell? Mae, it kneeled. There’s
Last Updated: 2025-10-11
Chapter: Crown of Violet FireThe Champion fell to its knees.The sound was like mountains breaking, stone groaning against the weight of surrender. Ash and flame swirled around its colossal frame as if the battlefield itself could not understand what it had just witnessed. The creature that had brought gods to ruin, that had swallowed armies whole, bent before her with its chains scraping low into the fractured earth.Mae’s breath caught. Her hands trembled in the still air, though her violet chains no longer shook. They pulsed in quiet rhythm with her racing heart. The Fallen stared in stunned silence, each of them caught between rage, awe, and disbelief.Lucien’s voice was the first to pierce the stillness, raw and unsteady. “No. This is not victory.” His chains rattled uselessly, still pinned by Mae’s will. His eyes burned into her like fire meant to scorch away illusion. “It kneels because you are surrendering yourself. You are feeding it exactly what it wanted.”Riven’s wings twitched against the bindings, f
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Chapter: The Choice ForetoldThe smoke had not yet cleared. The champion loomed at the edge of sight, unmoving, its chains rattling faintly like distant thunder. The air was heavy with ash, the scent of scorched earth clinging to every breath. Mae stood stiff in the silence, her chains dimming to a low violet glow, their energy coiling restlessly beneath her skin.Ashar was the first to break the stillness. His blade lowered, flames guttering into faint embers. His voice carried the weight of grief. “Kaine is gone.”Riven’s wings shivered, folding against his bloodied back. He kept his gaze down, jaw tight, as if saying nothing would shield him from the truth. Sethis’ shadows slithered closer to Mae, protective and sharp, though even his eyes betrayed strain.Lucien finally dragged himself upright, chains dragging heavily behind him. His face was drawn, his body battered, but his gaze never left the colossal figure in the distance. “It has not left,” he muttered, almost to himself. “It watches.”Mae’s throat tight
Last Updated: 2025-09-18
Chapter: Violet AshesThe battlefield was quiet now, but the silence was worse than any roar. Smoke curled across shattered ground, ashes drifting in violet light that still lingered in Mae's veins. Her chest heaved, lungs burning, chains coiling and writhing as if they had a life of their own. The champion had not moved, but its presence pressed down on her, massive, patient, waiting for the fracture to falter.Mae's knees buckled, and she sank to the scorched earth. Her fingers clutched at the chains, trying to steady them. Kaine's golden light had vanished. The echo of his command lingered. Run. His sacrifice still radiated warmth in her memory, but it was gone. She was alone.Behind her, faint movements caught her eye. Ashar's flames smoldered, Riven's wings trembled, and Sethis' shadows curled like serpents across the cracked ground. Lucien did not rise. Fear twisted in her stomach, tighter than the chains around her arms.The champion shifted, slow as a mountain, eyes locked on her. The ground trembl
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Chapter: OursThe world was fire. Mae stood on fractured earth, violet chains crawling beneath her skin like living light, their glow cutting through the smoke-choked sky. The battlefield screamed with the clash of gods and monsters. Forgotten swarmed in endless waves, shadows wrapped in metal and flesh, their cries like knives tearing the air.Lucien’s chains burned white-hot as he cut a path through them, every strike precise, every motion shaped by centuries of battle. Ashar’s blade roared with fire, his movements a storm of destruction, cleaving through creatures faster than they could rise. Riven tore through the air above, wings a blur of steel and light, raining death on the swarm. Sethis stood beside Mae, his hands weaving sigils so dark they seemed to drink light, ripping shadows into blades that shredded anything that breached their line.Even with the Fallen fighting at their full strength, the swarm did not thin. The ground cracked beneath the weight of the Forgotten, more pouring from
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Chapter: Beneath the Veins of Dying Stars: Part 2Mae stepped forward, her chains alive, sparking violet light that spilled across the ramp like liquid fire. The champion met her advance with a shriek, the hollow void in its chest pulsing like a second sun, a darkness so deep it threatened to swallow the ship whole. Lucien stayed at her side, his white chains entwining with hers in defiance, but she felt the strain of it burning through him, threatening to pull him apart from the inside. The Forgotten swarmed around them, endless, ravenous, their clawed hands tearing through steel as though it were nothing. The ship screamed with the weight of the attack, bulkheads groaning, alarms wailing in time with Mae’s racing heart. Ashar fought at the front, his blade aflame, every swing a bright arc that seared through the horde. Flames clung to his body, his armor glowing molten in the heat of battle, but the creatures kept pressing, throwing themselves into the fire willingly just to smother it with their numbers. Riven soared overhead,
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The Cost of Saving Him
Mina Mendoza thought her darkest days were behind her. Running her late mentor’s bar in the heart of New York gave her a fragile sense of peace. But all of that shatters one night when a blood-soaked stranger crashes through her doors just before closing time, gun in hand and secrets in his eyes.
Luciano is dangerous, wounded, and devastatingly magnetic, the kind of man Mina swore she'd never fall for. But he’s not just any man. He’s tied to the mafia. The kind of ties that leave blood trails and whispered threats. Helping him survive was instinct. Surviving what came next, that’s the real challenge.
Drawn to him in dreams that feel too real, haunted by her traumatic past, and stalked by the violent world Luciano can’t outrun, Mina finds herself caught in something far deeper than attraction. She’s entangled in a web of lies, bullets, and power where trust is a gamble, and love might be a fatal mistake.
As her world tilts into chaos, Mina must choose: run from the fire, or walk straight into it with the one man who could destroy everything.
Because loving him was never part of the agreement.
And yet, it might be the only thing that saves them both. Luciano isn’t just trouble, he’s the trouble: the Don of a powerful mafia family, running from a betrayal that could cost him everything. Now, Mina is caught in his storm, haunted by dreams, and tangled in a love that defies logic. She saved him once. But loving him might be the most dangerous thing she’s ever done.
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Chapter: A New Fire Within-Mina-The message glowed on the cracked screen of the phone. DIG HIM UP.Frankie didn’t ask questions. He grabbed the keys, threw a rifle in the trunk, and drove like he meant to break the road. Luca tailed us, headlights burning holes in the rain.We hit the cemetery gate and ditched the car before it stopped. The night guard shouted, then saw our faces and backed off. The ground around Corey’s plot had turned to black soup. Spot’s tin box sat crooked in the mud. A shovel leaned against the fresh wound. Someone had stuck a cigarette butt in the mound like the dead were a joke.I dropped to my knees. The mud clung coldly around my legs. Frankie dug with both hands, teeth clenched. Luca took the shovel and carved, fast, vicious, unblinking. Metal in dirt, the worst sound in the world.We hit the coffin lid. Luca pried it open with the shovel edge. Corey lay there, pale and wrong, wrapped like someone who left mid-breath. A folded envelope sat on his chest.Frankie snatched it with mud
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Chapter: What Remains of Loyalty-Mina-The cemetery looked like a bad joke the sky was telling. Rain chewed the edges of umbrellas. Mud inhaled the shoes as if it wanted to keep us. Corey’s casket was polished and pointless. Spot’s tin box sat beside it, obscene in its neatness. People whispered like they were afraid to offend the dead. I wanted to stomp their throats until the noise stopped.Frankie stood across from me with his hands clasped hard enough to whiten his knuckles. Cleaned up and ruined at once. Luca was a statue at my left shoulder, coat collar up, rain slicking his hair flat.The priest tried to make grief sound pretty. I hated him for it. Corey set alarms on my phone labeled “Drink water, dumbass.” Danced with old ladies and called them queens. He burned on a stairwell because two rich bastards wanted to send a message.Frankie spoke hoarsely. “He was my friend. He did not run. He held the line.” He stared past me. “He loved this family. He loved that fucking dog.” A laugh broke out of me and turned
Last Updated: 2025-11-09
Chapter: Ashes Don't Lie-Mina-The morning after the rescue came with a silence I didn’t trust. It wasn’t peace, just the thin layer of calm that forms before rot sets in. Frankie brewed coffee that no one drank. Tony slept on the couch, stitched and pale. Luca hadn’t come back since the argument, and the house felt wrong without the weight of him pacing the floors.Frankie handed me a mug and watched me over the rim of his own. “You should try to rest.” I shook my head. “If I close my eyes, I’ll see it again. Marco, the knife, Tony’s face. Rest doesn’t fix that.”“Neither does walking around like you’re waiting for a bullet.” He took a step closer. His shirt still smelled faintly of gunpowder. “You don’t have to carry this one alone.”“I dragged it into existince. That makes it mine,” The words cracked in the air between us. Carrying a weight I never knew would be mine to carry. He sighed and brushed his thumb against the side of my neck where a bruise was forming. The touch made my throat tighten. “You don
Last Updated: 2025-11-07
Chapter: Until Dawn-Mina-Dark came and went in slices. The floor was cold and had a greasy smell. When light finally held, zip ties bit my wrists, and Tony sat three feet away with blood drying on his shirt. He lifted his eyes when I breathed.“Stay small,” he whispered. “Make them think you are nothing.”A door clanged. Marco crossed the room with a smile that belonged on a billboard and a knife that did not. Two men shadowed him. One had a swallow tattoo by his ear. The other wore a long scar from jaw to collarbone.“You made this easy,” Marco said. “Brave is just another word for predictable.”“Tell me why he loves you,” he said. “Tell me why he keeps bleeding for a woman who burns his house to feel warm.” I looked away, ignoring him.Marco flicked the knife against Tony’s rope. Not a cut. Just a sound. Tony did not flinch. Marco nodded to the tattooed man. The punch that followed drove breath from Tony’s lungs. He coughed, and a red mist dotted his shirt.“This is not personal,” Marco said. “Alaric
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Chapter: The Cost of Courage-Mina- Tony was supposed to check in every twenty minutes. He never missed a call, not once, according to Luca. When the clock struck the half hour and the radio remained silent, I felt a sense of wrongness crawl up my spine. Corey was the first to move, slamming his headset down as his fingers flew over the feed controls. The alley camera went black and remained that way. The van feed froze on static. No Tony. No movement. Only the echo of tires fading down wet streets.Frankie appeared in the doorway, still in his jacket, the smell of smoke clinging to him. His voice cut through the static. “Tell me you have eyes on him.”“Feed’s cut,” Corey said. “It’s not weather. Someone killed the line.” I pushed past them, palms flat on the desk, watching a square of nothing where Tony should have been whistling through another shift. My throat felt too tight to breathe. “Call him.”Frankie did. The ring went silent halfway through. No voicemail, no tone. Dead. He sent a text, and a few moment
Last Updated: 2025-11-06
Chapter: The Heat That Follows -Mina- I stood there, looking at all the damage, angry because of all the work Corey and all of their guys had put into it. And all this on opening night at that. I could handle bloodbath level, but this. I knew at this moment, I was officially done with the bar. At least I was for now. Frankie grabbed my wrist gently, pulling the gun from my hand, “They are gone now, you can put this up.” I heard the car before I saw it, looking through what once was a wall. The tires squealing against the wet roads broke the weird silence that lingered over the interrupted conversations. The car came to a dramatic stop in front of the bar, and Luca stepped out. He walked straight to the bar, scanning faces. His coat was wet at the hem from the rain. His hair hung in sharp lines on his forehead. For a moment, he stopped and looked at me, and the look in his eyes punched the air out of my lungs. It was worse than the men’s threats. It was a combination of disappointment and betrayal.Don Rinaldi w
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