LOGINEmber
“I can feel you thinking.” I muttered, pacing the floor. Orion leaned against the doorway of the old rundown house we had taken shelter in, arms crossed, eye on the storm outside. The place smelled of mildew and the moisture was thick in the air. His silhouette looked carved from smoke- motionless, but full of coiled energy, like if I blinked he would disappear. “ I dont think,” he said. “ I calculate.” “Fine. Calculate faster I want this gone.” He tunred, expression unreadable “ You think I dont?” The tether between us hummed with tension. I had tried to run from him earlier, down an alley, but the second I had crossed some invisible line, the pain had lanced through me like a blade. He staggered too. It wasn’t just a bond, it was a curse. “We weren’t supposed to connect like this,” he said at last. “You stepped on a rune meant to anchor power. I tried to pull you out before it triggered, but the rune didn’t just recognize your power. It recognized mine, and it forced them together.” He let out a bitter laugh. “Not the first time I have been tied to someone I didn’t choose.” I hesitated. “You mean… her?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he pushed off the wall and started grabbing his coat and gear. “Where are you going?” I asked. “We’re going to break it.” “You know how?” “There is a place on the north end of the city, past the collapsed quarter. A temple that predates Sariyah’s reign here. it’s old, sacred and half-rotten. It’s where the portal orignally opened. No one uses it anymore because its dangerous. Wild magic clings to walls just as much as the mold does.” “So why go there?” He glanced at me, eyes darker than usual. “Beccause wild magic is the only kind strong enough to undo wild magic. The bond wasn’t forged by clean lines and chants. It was a gut reaction of two powers colliding in the wrong place at the wrong time. If there’s anywhere we have a chance at tearing this thing out at the root, its there” “What if it doesn’t work?” I asked He shrugged. “Then we get to be roommates until one of us dies. My money is on you.” I glared. “That’s not funny.” “Wasn’t a joke.” I followed him through the shattered archway of the temple ruins because I had no other choice. Now wherever he went, I felt like I was being dragged by an invisible hook buried inside my chest. The moment I stepped across the threshold I doubled over with nausea. The tether between us stretched taut, pulling at something intangible and soul-deep. “Do you really think this will work?” I asked. “I’m sure I hate this enough to risk whatever may happen.” Orion’s voice wad dry but sharp with an undertone of something else, fear, maybe or loathing I wasn’t sure. He led me to a circle carved into the stone floor. This place was older even than Celestial Falls itself. Scortch marks marred the outer edges of the sotne floor from a ritual long since forgotten. “This spot is where the portal originally opened, where the demons entered the realm. Where she came through.” He told me. “Great.” I said. “So all we have to do is stand in an ancient death circle and hope it doesnt kill us.” He gave me an exasperated look. “Try not to bleed on anything.” We stood on opposite sides of the the circle, the tehter between us shimmering like smoke caught in the moonlight. It pulled tight the moment he began the incantation in a language I have never heard before but it caused a stirring inside me that I couldn’t quote place. Like my soul knew the meaning of the words even if I didn’t understand them. The ground trembled and I flinched as the rune beneathe my feet glowed in tandem with the mark I could feel pulsing just below my collar bone. The same mark I could see glowing beneath Orion’s shirt. A mark that resembled a crescent moon. “Whatever happens,” he warned. “Don’t move, don’t speak. Don’t feel anything.” I stiffened. If moving could mess up brejaking this curse, then I would be as stoic as a statue. The moment the last syllable left his lips , I screamed. The bond pulled tight like a wire about to snap, but instead of breaking it seared. Fire bloomed in my veins, followed by something colder. Shadows. Not mine, but his. My vision went white for a moment and I saw her. Sariyah, her smile stained in blood, whispering in the same language Orion had used but this time I somehow understood. My name burned on her tongue and just as suddenly, it was over. The stone in the ritual circle cracked beneath our feet. But the bond? It was still there. Stronger, if anything. Orion fell to his knees, panting. I staggered back clutching my ribs where the tether pulled tight, as if an invisible knife had been driven between us and twisted. Just enough to feel like I was dying but not enough to kill. “Well,” He said bitterly. “That went well.” “Why didn’t it break?” I whispered my voice hoarse. “Because whatever you are;” he said with a disgusted look. “reacted to a blood magic more ancient than even me and now, we’re stuck.” I didn’t ask for this. To be the girl that was left behind. To be the one cursed to with a power I couldn’t name, and a man who hated me tethered to my very soul. As I looked at him, shadows curled at his back like wings, I felt something strange in my chest. Not affection. Not trust. Just recognition. I didn’t know what I expected af ter the ritual failed. Pain, maybe. Fire or some sort of divine punishment. Instead, there was just silence and the unmistakeable thrum of a bond that refused to die. Orion walked away from the temple like he couldn’t stand to be mear me. I followed, never far enough for the tether between us to tighten. His shadows still brushed the edges of my mind, a dark whisper on my skin I couldn’t shake. He led us to a rocky ridge overlooking the city. The wind howled up from the cliffs, cold and as sharp. “This is as good a place as any.” he said, turning around and dropping to sit on a boulder nearby. “We need to talk.” “I thought we were avoiding that.” I sneered. “Sorry but I could do without a heart-to-heart with the man who dragged me into a binding curse.” He raised a brow. “Dragged you? Darling, dont flatter yourself, you leapt onto that rune like you were swan diving into eternal damnation. I just tried to stop you from combusting.” I crossed my arms. “You touched me.” “You touched ancient magic.” He shot back. “I’m not a damn lightning rod.” “Well congratulations, because now we are shackled in some sort of cursed wedding.” He smirked, trouble laced with charm. “Well, Flame, the honeymoon is off to a great start. Tell me when do we get to the fun part?” “Stop it.” I snapped. “Stop calling me Flame. Stop acting like this is all some twisted joke.” His smile faded some but not completely. “Why? The look on your face is half the fun.” I turned away, jaw tight and angry tears welling up in my eyes. The bond hummed in my chest, warm and unwanted. He sighed behind me. “Look, I know this isn’t ideal-” “Ideal? You think I wanted this? The man I love was taken by a monster in a dress and now I am stuck with a walking shadow who calls me pet names as if we are playing house.” “You’re the one that started glowing. I didn’t expect to be bound to a human flamethrower with a savior complex, but here we are. I know you aren’t as upset by this as you would like me to think. Remember I feel your thoughts, your fears and your desires.” The last bit he spit out as if it were some type of slur. I whirled on him. “Don’t pretend like you know me, you don’t know anything about me.” “Maybe not,” He said. “But I know what this type of magic is.” He stood slowly, brushing off invisible dust. “You triggered something in that square. Not just the bond. Something bigger, and the temple confirmed it. You and I, we’re tied by something ancient.” I stared at him and then looked away. The wind was rising. My fire flickered just under my skin desperate to be let free. “So now what?” I asked, voice tight. “We’re stuck together? Forever?” He shrugged. “Unless you know another ancient ruin hiding a forbidden ritual written in blood? Yeah, pretty much.” I sank onto the edge of the cliff, dragging my fingers through my hair. “Bastion’s still out there.” “I know.” “And you’re still helping me?” “For now.” His voice was light but something flickered behind it. I looked at hin again, Really looked this time. He wore his arrogance like armor, but I could see the cracks in it now. The places where the shadows didn’t quite hide the scars. “Why?” I asked His smile returned, slow and easy. “Because I’m bored. And because if you burn down the world, I will be the only man left for you to woo with your wonderous charms.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re insufferable.” “And you’re still glowing.” He pointed to the space between us “By the way, the bond is pulsing like a jealous ex. Might want to keep your rage in check.” I stood and dusted off my hands. “Fine, we do this your way, for now.” “Sure thing, Flame.” I swore under my breath, and I could hear Orion laughing behind me.EmberThey burned incense in the fitting chamber to make it smell like roses. It does not hide the scent of fear. The palace hums outside the door, servants rushing, metal clinking, distant laughter rehearsed for a celebration no one believes in. Every corridor feels tighter now, the walls closer, as if the city itself is holding its breath for my binding.Two guards escort me inside, one remains by the door, the other leaves. Indira waits near the window, hands folded, eyes lowered. She does not bow. The door shuts with a heavy click. Silence swells between us. I stand in the center of the room while she circles me, measuring without touching.“You’ve lost weight,” she murmurs.“I’ve lost sleep.”Her mouth almost curves, almost. The dress rests on a mannequin behind her, black silk layered over something deeper. Ember red flickers beneath the outer sheen when the light strikes it. Gold embroidery spills down the bodice in intricate sigils, Sariyah’s chosen crest, altered just enough
OrionIt’s been two nights since Ember left with the knowledge of the prophecy carved into her heart. She hasn’t come back. Which means she’s thinking, she’s planning, and we are running out of time.Lazriel stands at the center of the cell tonight, cloak removed, sleeves pushed to his forearms. The torchlight flickers over old scars etched into his skin, sigils branded there long before I met him. The others are silent. Caelan watches from the bars, jaw tight.I lean back against the stone wall of my cell, arms crossed, pretending calm. I am not calm.“You’re certain this will work?” Caelan asks quietly.“No,” Lazriel replies. Honest. As always. He kneels and begins drawing a circle onto the dungeon floor using crushed bone ash and something darker, something that smells faintly of burnt myrrh and grave soil. The sigils are precise, and old. Older than the Gate itself.“You’re not actually killing anyone for this,” I say.His mouth twitches slightly. “Not tonight.”At the far end of
OrionThe dungeon feels smaller tonight, like the walls are listening. Seren sits pale but steady beside Corin, who hasn’t moved more than an inch away from her since the prophecy. Bram paces, Caelan stands near the bars like he could tear them down if anger alone were enough.Lazriel is the only one who looks calm. I hate him a little for that. “We’re running out of time,” he says quietly.“No,” Corin snaps. “We’re running out of options. That’s different.” Her hand rests on the hilt of her blade, knuckles white.The words still echo in my head. Shadow must kill Flame.“Say it,” Bram mutters suddenly. “Let’s just say it out loud so we can all collectively hate it.”No one moves. Lazriel’s gaze shifts to me. “The ritual requires Flame alive,” he says evenly. “If Ember dies before the Gate fully binds to her, the connection destabilizes.”Caelan turns slowly. “You’re not suggesting—”“Yes,” Lazriel says. Silence slams down.Corin rises to her feet in one smooth motion. “Absolutely not.
OrionThe dungeon doors groan open like the castle itself is tired of pretending this place isn’t a grave. Chains scrape stone. I’m already on my feet before I see him. Bloodied and bruised. Clothes torn like they’d been halfway ripped off his body and then decided he wasn’t worth finishing. His hair, once immaculate, dramatic, infuriatingly perfect, hangs loose and damp with sweat and blood. Lazriel. For half a second, I don’t recognize him. Then he lifts his head and smirks.“Well,” he rasps, voice wrecked but unmistakably him, “this is not how I imagined our reunion. I was hoping for applause.”The guards shove him forward. He stumbles. I lunge instinctively—but Caelan is already there. Caelan catches him like his body moved before his mind could argue.“Easy,” Caelan says, furious and shaking, hands gripping Lazriel’s arms like he’s afraid he’ll disappear if he lets go. “I’ve got you.”Lazriel laughs weakly. “You always do.”That does it. Caelan pulls him close, forehead pressing
EmberAzrael stands at the right hand of the throne. Not beside me. Not behind me. Sariyah’s fingers curl lazily around the armrest, dark metal biting into her skin, and Azrael leans close to murmur something meant only for her. I can’t hear the words, but I see the angle of his mouth, the faint smile that never quite reaches his eyes.My spine locks as I kneel where I’ve been instructed. The stone is cold through the silk of my gown. Bastion’s hand rests possessively on my shoulder, fingers flexing as if to remind me I’m still here. Still his. Still obedient.Azrael finally looks at me. His gaze slides over my face like a blade testing the grain of bone. There is no warmth or recognition of any kind in his face, just assessment.“Your heir adapts quickly,” he says to Sariyah. “You’ve done well shaping her.” The word shaping lands like a collar snapping shut.Sariyah hums in pleasure. “She is learning what she is.”I wait. I wait for him to say it. For him to tell her I’m awake. That
BastionShe stands at the window again. Always looking outward, like the world beyond the castle walls is still whispering to her. Like something out there is calling her name and she’s pretending not to hear it. It makes my jaw tighten. I tell myself it’s nothing. Queens look at their cities. Brides dream. Ember has always been like this, somewhat distant, thoughtful, too much fire in her veins to ever fully settle. But she didn’t used to feel out of reach. I move closer, letting my presence press into the space behind her. She doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t lean into me either. That matters more than it should.“You should be resting,” I say. “Sariyah expects us at council tonight.”She hums softly in response. Not disagreement but not agreement either. Just… acceptance. It should calm me. Instead, it makes something coil tighter in my chest.I remember what it felt like to stand beside her in the square. The way the crowd roared her name. Her, not us. Not me. Even when they chanted qu
EmberWe walked in a line of uncertain purpose, the torchlight flickering along the narrow passage like it breathed. Seren was at the front, drifting more than walking, as if pulled by something older than this world.“She sure we’re not walking into a trap?” Bram muttered behind me, the clink of h
BastionThere were no windows here, just stone, black and breathing, and a silence that pressed in like a second skin.I didn’t know how long it had been. Time didn’t work the same in this place. My thoughts blurred around the edges like ink bleeding through wet paper. Some days I forgot my own nam
EmberThe moonlight filtered through the cracked glass ceiling of the Velvet Coil’s upper tower, silvering everything it touched. Dust shimmered like falling stars. We were gathered around a broken stone table, its surface scarred with runes and time. Seren stood at the far end, bathed in the soft
EmberThe road back to the Velvet Coil wound through the crumbling outskirts of the city like a scar. I walked at the center of the group, flanked by Orion on one side and Caelan on the other. Behind them, the three Watchers we’d gained, Corin, Bram, and Seren, moved in loose formation, their perso







