Chapter: Chapter 25 – Shadows in the MarketThalia’s POV The morning came heavy with silence. Not the gentle hush of dawn, but the kind that pressed down on your chest and refused to lift. I woke to find Enid already moving about, his motions precise as always, but his jaw tight, the lines of his face sharper than usual. The remnants of last night’s battle still lingered in the air—the broken wood, the faint scorch marks, the scent of smoke that clung stubbornly to the walls. He had repaired what he could, swept away the worst of it, but the memory burned into me deeper than any scar. I touched my ribs, almost in disbelief at how whole they felt now. His power had knit bone and flesh back together, but it could not erase the echo of the pain. Nor the deeper wound: the knowledge that I had been so close to death, and that someone had dared to come for me in his absence. The same people who were scheming against me. “Eat something,” Enid said quietly. He placed a bowl of steaming broth on the table. His voice was steady, but
Last Updated: 2025-09-04
Chapter: Chapter Twenty-Four: Marked in ShadowsThalia’s POV The moment I woke up from that dream, I knew something was wrong. This wasn't about the dream, or the shocking revelation that someone was about to sell me out It wasn’t the sharp sting of the witch’s brand still burning faintly on my skin, or the faint ache left in my ribs from the fight in the cavern the moment I step my foot into this strange land. Not the faint whisper of the siren’s power that still curled like saltwater in my veins, unpredictable and dangerous. It was something else. Something heavier, something different. A feeling I couldn’t shake, like invisible eyes crawling over me. Like the air itself had turned to glass, and that every move I made echoed back to someone watching. My wolf stirred uneasily in the pit of my chest, but she was weak and drained, the Direwolf power has been locked so I couldn't use it no matter how much I needed it. All I had this time was myself. I pressed a hand against my chest and tried to calm the rising panic. My inst
Last Updated: 2025-09-03
Chapter: Chapter Twenty-three: Saved for a purpose Thalia’s POV The first thing I felt was the throbbing in my head. It pulsed behind my eyes, sharp and unrelenting, like a drum being beaten too close to my skull. My body felt heavy, as though it had been drained of everything, every drop of strength sucked out until only the shell remained. My eyelids fluttered open, and I was greeted by the faint flicker of firelight casting shadows on rough wooden walls. The air smelled faintly of herbs—sharp, bitter, and earthy—mixed with the faint scent of smoke. I was lying on a low bed, covered with a thick fur blanket that felt scratchy against my skin. The ceiling was low, slanted, and the place was small enough that I could take in almost everything from where I lay. Shelves lined the walls, stuffed with jars of dried leaves, roots, and glass vials filled with liquids of different colors. In the far corner was a little cauldron hanging over a fire pit, the steam curling into the air. “You’re awake.” The voice was soft but carried an
Last Updated: 2025-09-02
Chapter: Chapter Twenty-two: The witches snareThalia’s POV The moment my foot crossed the threshold into the witches’ land, I noticed something shift. It wasn’t just the weight of the forest air pressing against my lungs. Or the way the wind abruptly stopped—it was the silence. Dead silence. The kind that presses against your chest like a warning. As if the land itself was holding its breath. With each step I felt suppressed.... I took a few more steps, cautious. My boots sank slightly into the damp earth. The trees were older here, gnarled and twisted like they had grown drunk on centuries of secrets. Their branches curved like claws, tangled together in an eternal whisper of magic and malice. The forest was haunting but I held my breath and moved on. Regretting all my life choices and wishing I remained in the direlands. That was when the ground gave way beneath me. One second, solid earth and the next— Emptiness. I gasped, arms flailing, as the forest floor swallowed me whole. I fell fast, going deeper and
Last Updated: 2025-08-06
Chapter: Chapter Twenty-one: The Singing RiverThalia’s POV The river waited for me like a beast holding its breath. It was stretched wide and endless, cloaked in silver mist and shadows that moved too slowly with the wind. Rocks jutted from the banks like broken teeth, and the water beneath was dark. Not clear. Not blue, Just…dark. The kind of dark that felt sentient. The Devil’s Cleft. That’s what Rorik called it. He mentioned that the river was cursed. It held strange creatures and danger seemed to make it his abode. No one crosses and lives to speak of it. Witches ruled the lands beyond it, and the river itself obeyed no kingdom. But I had no choice. I stepped closer, until the icy spray kissed my face. I could still feel the echo of that presence, the silent watcher who had followed me before the Direlands… and now again. It wasn’t hostile. But it wasn’t gone. By now I was beginning to grow wary of this persistent presence. I didn't know if it was for my good or if it was evil. I decided to ignore it. I took a
Last Updated: 2025-08-03
Chapter: Chapter twenty — witch born freakThalia’s POV I had just crossed to the other side. It was the popular rouge woods. A place crawling with lawless wolves of the sorts. Rejected, banished and some hiding for their lives....like me. The mist clung to my skin like memory. I remembered every minute I spent in the direlands—the pains, the trainings and my family. But now I must bury those memories deep within me. I must never mention that place until they needed me. My cloak shimmered as I moved then I remembered how I got it. The night before the solemn gathering to send me off. Agalaya came into my room with a cloak in her hands and woke me up gently. "This is my final gift to you." She said in hushed tones. "This will hide your scent, your power, your presence. But not your choices," she said, her voice low. “And I have an advice for you. Do not let your flame burn too brightly. Not yet. Many dangers awaits you. Many wars that you're not ready for yet.” I swallowed hard. My throat felt tight, as if wrapped
Last Updated: 2025-07-10
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