SHACKLED TO THE SAVIOR
I was sent to reap her soul. Now, I am it prisoner."
Sloane is a Wingless Reaper. For five centuries, he hasn't known mercy only the cold weight of his blade. His final mission was supposed to be easy: find the girl born with the Infinite Soul and kill her before she manifest and destroy his kind.
Elena has spent twenty- four years in a guarded palace, hidden from the world and even the air outside by the ancient Ouroboros cult. She is a walking miracle whose blood holds the key to immortality. She doesn't know she’s a savior; she only knows she wants to be free.
The cult wants her blood. The Wingless want her dead.
When Sloane finally corners his prey, the universe intervenes. A golden brand sears into his wrist a Divine Shackle. A 24-hour countdown to his own death begins, and there is only one way to stay alive : He must protect the girl he was sent to kill.
Now, the world’s deadliest hunter is her only protector. To the Ouroboros, she is a prize to be harvested. To the Fallen, she is a plague to be erased. To Sloane, she is a beautiful curse.
As the prophecy draws closer, he realizes the most dangerous thing isn't the ticking clock on his wrist... it’s the heartbeat he could feel for his enemy.
One HUNT. One LEASH. No ESCAPE.
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Chapter: 7: wind and barleyThe tension in the air snapped.Balthazar lunged. His sword clashed against the iron mace with a sound that shook leaves from the trees. Vane and Kael followed, diving into a chaotic brawl with the other armored men.The forest floor became a whirlwind of black plate armor, swords, and chains. It was a two-way battle of hate. For a moment, the focus was off the prize.Sloane did not hesitate.He did not care about honor. He did not care about watching the fight. He was weak. The leash made him vulnerable. He would have to battle whichever side won, but not here. Not now.He scooped Elena onto his shoulder."Hold on." His lips brushed her ear.Before the Inquisitors or Balthazar could realize what was happening, Sloane turned and sprinted into the depths of the tall trees.Behind them, the sounds of killing continued. Metal against metal. Bone breaking. Men dying.Sloane ran. Elena's weight pressed against him. Her breathing was shallow, her skin still warm against his wrist. The golde
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Chapter: 6: The last survivorElena went quiet. Her breath hitched. She looked back over his shoulder into the darkness of the tunnel they had just come from. She hated him. She hated the way he smelled. She hated the cold emptiness in his voice. But most of all, she hated that she now had to rely on the man who had killed the only person who ever cared about her.Clink. Clink. Clink.The sound was faint. Unmistakable. The rattle of silver chains against stone.Sloane stopped.He did not breathe. He tilted his head, his ears picking up the sound. The Inquisitors had not just destroyed the hut. They had found the Seam. They were tracking them by the scent of her blood.He did not have much time. He knew he would be outnumbered if they caught up. And carrying a leash who could barely walk on his back a leash that his own existence was tied to was bad odds in a fight."Hold still," he commanded."What?"He did not answer.He lunged forward into a sprint, his boots pounding against the slick floor. Behind them, the so
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Chapter: 5: The weight of a leashThe Wingless gathered in the obsidian caves high above the world, where no mortal had ever set foot. This had been their home since they were cast down a thousand years ago. Some had scattered, seeking shelter in other places, but most still lived in the caves. It was their meeting point when something important called them together.The air was stagnant, thick with centuries of resentment.They did not need light. Their eyes were sharper than any mortal's, cutting through the darkness like it was nothing. Their grey, scarred backs hunched where wings had once been taken from them during the Great Purge, when they were separated from their divinity and thrown down among humans.In the center of the main cavern, a communal soul well glowed with pale light. It allowed them to see any part of the mortal world they chose. Right now, it showed Sloane. The Infinity Child was on his shoulder. The same child he had been sent to kill. He looked less like a hunter now and more like a protector.
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Chapter: 4: The price of mercyTwenty-Four Years Ago – The Ouroboros SanctumYoung Malachi stood in the center of the floor, his boots clicking against the polished stone. Above him, the Elders sat in a semi-circle, their gold serpent masks reflecting the torchlight. In the corner, a massive brass clock ticked with a heavy, metallic thud. It skipped like a dying heartbeat."Oakhaven must surrender the Infinity Child willingly or face annihilation." The Grand Archon's voice boomed through the chamber. He did not sound like a priest. He sounded like a judge. "They are hiding the chosen child. Your duty is simple, Malachi. Burn the village if they refuse. Raze the huts. We will sift through the ash until we find the girl."Malachi looked up. His neck was stiff. His jaw was tight."The people in Oakhaven are farmers, Archon. They are weavers. They do not even know the power within the child." His voice was steady, but his hands were shaking. "Killing them is not a duty. It is a massacre. I will not murder a thousand in
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Chapter: 3: The HERETIC'S mercyThe air in the Sanctum tasted like burnt metal and old blood.High Priest Valerius stood before the Sanguine Clock, his knuckles white around the brass rail of the altar. For the first time in the history of the Ouroboros Circle, the Great Gear was stuttering. It groaned. It ground. The sound vibrated through the floorboards and into the marrow of his bones."It is a glitch in the blood link!" The Priestess of the Eastern Sector's voice cut through the chamber. Her gold serpent mask shimmered under the flickering lights. "The Recall command was absolute. Her DNA is hard-coded into the clock's core. She should have been pulled back to her bed the moment the gear turned.""Something blocked it." Valerius's voice was low, venomous.A thin trail of blood leaked from his nostril the price of forcing a temporal reset. He wiped it away with his sleeve, his eyes never leaving the massive interlocking gears above him."Something more ancient than our alchemy." He paused. "The Reaper did not ju
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Chapter: 2: Leashed to the enemyBounding down the slope of the mountain felt like the world was being ripped out from under Elena's feet.She did not scream. The air had been knocked out of her the moment the stranger's arm clamped around her waist. All she saw was the Palace the only home she had ever known shrinking into a puncture of light against the black sky.Then came the impact.Sloane did not land like a man. He landed like a falling stone. His boots hit the damp earth at the mountain's base with a jolt that rattled through Elena's skull. The world went dark.When her eyes opened, she was not on silk sheets. She was on a bed of rotting pine needles and sharp rocks.The air was wrong. In the Palace, every breath was filtered through vents and smelled of lavender. Here, the air was thick and wet. It smelled of decay. Of dirt. Of blood.Blood.The memory hit her like a fist. Caspian. The blade moving faster than her eyes could follow. The way his head slipped from his shoulders. The wet sound it made hitting t
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