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Emily's POVMy whole body hurt. I struggled to raise my eyelids. Still, I attempted to pry them open, only to find that every single thing had changed once more.The second trial. My heart fell. Now what? The Harbinger showed up like a wraith out of the darkness before I could even collect my thoughts, his voice as steady and icy as ever. "Emily, this is the Trial of the Body." The ground beneath me suddenly transformed, and I could feel my bare feet sinking into muddy, cold soil. I raised my head. I could see figures approaching. Not strangers. No. They looked like all of the enemies I had ever came across. It was she, the Princess Azara, who led them.She came straight at me, sword raised, her eyes glowing with a cold, cruel fire. The blade gleamed in the dark as she swung at me. I managed to duck, but not before it sliced off a lock of my hair.She looked exactly like the Priestess from the Blood Moon cult—same aura, same fury. No, this wasn’t a coincidence. This trial want
Kiran’s POVRhaegos and Azara fought a vicious battle, but as usual, their cursed soldiers were defeated and had vanished into the night. "Guys, what do we do now? Lucien? I inquired, becoming more confident in him every second. A change occurred between us, a mild release of the tension that had always existed. Things had started to change as they fought side by side.Lucien's words rested in the air, confusing me: "Rhaegos told me before he disappeared that when Emily returns, she won't be ours." It didn't make sense, but I knew enough about the magical world to know that this meant something significant. I looked at Tharros, who had an anxious look on his face.“It could mean a lot of things,” Tharros said, his voice tight with worry. “As I told you before, there are dark forces at play. If it’s what I think, we might be losing Emily.” He clenched his fists.“What are you thinking? Stop speaking in riddles, man,” I snapped, frustration rising in me.Tharros met my gaze, his eyes
Lucien’s POV"There must be something we can do, Tharros!" I clenched my fists and paced before the Veil. "We must support Emily in some way; we must be by her side."Kiran said softly and anxiously, "She's absorbing energy from a soul inside the Veil." "We can't just stand here."Tharros's golden eyes flickered as he crossed his arms. "Neither of you is seeing the wider picture. The Veil is more than just an opening we can prod. Even attempting to open it or tampering with it could cause uncontrollable chaos. I apologize, but I don't believe we should take the chance. I felt a wave of frustration. I struck the invisible barrier that separated the Veil from us. It vibrated menacingly as it shuddered under the force.“Yeah, we get it—you’re the oldest and the wisest,” Kiran said, stepping forward, eyes blazing. “But don’t hesitate now, Tharros. Think of the lives we could save if we bring Emily back. Even if monsters spill out of the Veil, we’ll deal with them. But if we lose her agai
Priestess Azara“What do we do now?” Rhaegos, the old vampire, grumbled, his voice heavy with impatience.I didn’t even turn to look at him. “What do you mean, what do we do? We wait, obviously,” I said, moving toward my bookshelf. My fingers skimmed the aged spines until I pulled free a thick, dust-covered tome.I placed the ancient book on the wooden table and blew off the layer of dust. The musty scent of old pages and ink wafted into the air, oddly comforting. As I flipped it open, my fingertips brushed along the fragile paper until I found the section I needed.Rhaegos narrowed his eyes as he caught the title. “What are you doing with the Book of the Damned?”“What does it look like I’m doing?” I muttered, not looking up. “I’m seizing an opportunity.”“Opportunity? Does Maledicta know about this?” His questions came rapid-fire, his nerves clearly getting the better of him.“Of course she knows,” I replied sharply. “Do you really think I’d risk messing up her grand plan?” I continu
Kiran's POVAlthough we had successfully crossed into the Veil, the air was thick with tension. Tharros’s expression didn’t help—it screamed trouble. I glanced around, spotting those familiar eyes watching me again. The same ones that stared at me from mirrors... eyes buried in darkness, paired with a crooked smirk.“What is it, Tharros?” I asked, already dreading the answer. Magic was never my thing, and this place felt like a cursed dream.“When we entered the Veil, we cracked its protective barrier,” he said gravely. “And now, something evil has slipped through. The Unforgotten have been summoned back into the land of the living.”That stopped me cold. My stomach twisted. We’d just unleashed an ancient nightmare—and someone out there was planning to start a war while we were stuck here.“What do we do now?” I asked, already moving faster.“We get to Emily,” Tharros said. “She needs to finish her final trial. After that, we return—fast.”As we headed for the celestial gates where Em
Emily's POV — inside Lena’s bodyI caught a glimpse of my reflection in the shop window — and a part of me shattered.The face staring back wasn’t mine.Was this some cruel trick of the Veil?Panic clawed at my chest. How would I ever prove to anyone that the girl they were seeing wasn’t me? That somewhere behind this familiar face, I was trapped, screaming?One thing was clear: I needed Kieran and Lucien. Desperately.But how could I reach them? Would they even notice the difference?As I was dragged through the streets by the guards, people recoiled at the sight of me.Hatred burned in their eyes.Rotten vegetables, eggs, even animal filth rained down around me.I flinched under the assault, humiliated and confused.What had Lena done to deserve this much hatred? How had she turned the people against her so completely?We finally reached a dark, crumbling building.The guards shoved me inside a pitch-black room, and a childhood fear of the dark gripped me tight."Please! Don’t lock
EMILY – POVAfter being left alone to tend to my wounds, I curled into myself, shivering in the cold, damp cell. As the blood dried on my skin, I found my thoughts drifting back to a time when life was simple—when I was just a regular girl from Seattle. I hated the ache gnawing at my chest, this sense of longing that never went away. But there was nothing I could do.A guard returned, carrying a metal plate with something that barely resembled food. One whiff, and my stomach turned. I couldn’t hold it in. I vomited—right on his boots."You bitch! How dare you!" he shouted, enraged. Without warning, he kicked me hard in the stomach, the impact sending me crashing several feet across the floor.Pain bloomed in every inch of my body. I lay there, breathless and trembling, the agony consuming me. I was done. If this was the destiny the Moon Goddess had written for me, then I didn’t want it. I couldn’t keep going like this. My body ached, but the pain in my heart was far worse.Why, Goddes
EMILY – POVIt all happened in a blur.One moment, I was floating—suspended in that strange soul realm—and the next, I was violently pulled back into Lena’s body. My eyes snapped open just as the executioner gripped the switch that would release the massive blade hanging above my neck.He pulled it.I held my breath, bracing for death.But just as the blade began to fall, a loud explosion rocked the arena. The crowd screamed. The blade stopped—hovering mid-air, as if frozen by some unseen force.I blinked. I was still alive.Sabine’s figure burst through the chaos. She was locked in a brutal fight with the executioner, sword flashing in the chaos. Blood sprayed, and after one final strike, she killed him.Without a word, she cut through my bindings and pulled me to my feet.“Come on!” she shouted, yanking me into motion.“Where are we going?” I gasped, stumbling after her. I wasn’t sure I could trust her—she hadn’t exactly treated me kindly since I got here. Why was she helping me now
EMILY – POVIt all happened in a blur.One moment, I was floating—suspended in that strange soul realm—and the next, I was violently pulled back into Lena’s body. My eyes snapped open just as the executioner gripped the switch that would release the massive blade hanging above my neck.He pulled it.I held my breath, bracing for death.But just as the blade began to fall, a loud explosion rocked the arena. The crowd screamed. The blade stopped—hovering mid-air, as if frozen by some unseen force.I blinked. I was still alive.Sabine’s figure burst through the chaos. She was locked in a brutal fight with the executioner, sword flashing in the chaos. Blood sprayed, and after one final strike, she killed him.Without a word, she cut through my bindings and pulled me to my feet.“Come on!” she shouted, yanking me into motion.“Where are we going?” I gasped, stumbling after her. I wasn’t sure I could trust her—she hadn’t exactly treated me kindly since I got here. Why was she helping me now
EMILY – POVAfter being left alone to tend to my wounds, I curled into myself, shivering in the cold, damp cell. As the blood dried on my skin, I found my thoughts drifting back to a time when life was simple—when I was just a regular girl from Seattle. I hated the ache gnawing at my chest, this sense of longing that never went away. But there was nothing I could do.A guard returned, carrying a metal plate with something that barely resembled food. One whiff, and my stomach turned. I couldn’t hold it in. I vomited—right on his boots."You bitch! How dare you!" he shouted, enraged. Without warning, he kicked me hard in the stomach, the impact sending me crashing several feet across the floor.Pain bloomed in every inch of my body. I lay there, breathless and trembling, the agony consuming me. I was done. If this was the destiny the Moon Goddess had written for me, then I didn’t want it. I couldn’t keep going like this. My body ached, but the pain in my heart was far worse.Why, Goddes
Emily's POV — inside Lena’s bodyI caught a glimpse of my reflection in the shop window — and a part of me shattered.The face staring back wasn’t mine.Was this some cruel trick of the Veil?Panic clawed at my chest. How would I ever prove to anyone that the girl they were seeing wasn’t me? That somewhere behind this familiar face, I was trapped, screaming?One thing was clear: I needed Kieran and Lucien. Desperately.But how could I reach them? Would they even notice the difference?As I was dragged through the streets by the guards, people recoiled at the sight of me.Hatred burned in their eyes.Rotten vegetables, eggs, even animal filth rained down around me.I flinched under the assault, humiliated and confused.What had Lena done to deserve this much hatred? How had she turned the people against her so completely?We finally reached a dark, crumbling building.The guards shoved me inside a pitch-black room, and a childhood fear of the dark gripped me tight."Please! Don’t lock
Kiran's POVAlthough we had successfully crossed into the Veil, the air was thick with tension. Tharros’s expression didn’t help—it screamed trouble. I glanced around, spotting those familiar eyes watching me again. The same ones that stared at me from mirrors... eyes buried in darkness, paired with a crooked smirk.“What is it, Tharros?” I asked, already dreading the answer. Magic was never my thing, and this place felt like a cursed dream.“When we entered the Veil, we cracked its protective barrier,” he said gravely. “And now, something evil has slipped through. The Unforgotten have been summoned back into the land of the living.”That stopped me cold. My stomach twisted. We’d just unleashed an ancient nightmare—and someone out there was planning to start a war while we were stuck here.“What do we do now?” I asked, already moving faster.“We get to Emily,” Tharros said. “She needs to finish her final trial. After that, we return—fast.”As we headed for the celestial gates where Em
Priestess Azara“What do we do now?” Rhaegos, the old vampire, grumbled, his voice heavy with impatience.I didn’t even turn to look at him. “What do you mean, what do we do? We wait, obviously,” I said, moving toward my bookshelf. My fingers skimmed the aged spines until I pulled free a thick, dust-covered tome.I placed the ancient book on the wooden table and blew off the layer of dust. The musty scent of old pages and ink wafted into the air, oddly comforting. As I flipped it open, my fingertips brushed along the fragile paper until I found the section I needed.Rhaegos narrowed his eyes as he caught the title. “What are you doing with the Book of the Damned?”“What does it look like I’m doing?” I muttered, not looking up. “I’m seizing an opportunity.”“Opportunity? Does Maledicta know about this?” His questions came rapid-fire, his nerves clearly getting the better of him.“Of course she knows,” I replied sharply. “Do you really think I’d risk messing up her grand plan?” I continu
Lucien’s POV"There must be something we can do, Tharros!" I clenched my fists and paced before the Veil. "We must support Emily in some way; we must be by her side."Kiran said softly and anxiously, "She's absorbing energy from a soul inside the Veil." "We can't just stand here."Tharros's golden eyes flickered as he crossed his arms. "Neither of you is seeing the wider picture. The Veil is more than just an opening we can prod. Even attempting to open it or tampering with it could cause uncontrollable chaos. I apologize, but I don't believe we should take the chance. I felt a wave of frustration. I struck the invisible barrier that separated the Veil from us. It vibrated menacingly as it shuddered under the force.“Yeah, we get it—you’re the oldest and the wisest,” Kiran said, stepping forward, eyes blazing. “But don’t hesitate now, Tharros. Think of the lives we could save if we bring Emily back. Even if monsters spill out of the Veil, we’ll deal with them. But if we lose her agai
Kiran’s POVRhaegos and Azara fought a vicious battle, but as usual, their cursed soldiers were defeated and had vanished into the night. "Guys, what do we do now? Lucien? I inquired, becoming more confident in him every second. A change occurred between us, a mild release of the tension that had always existed. Things had started to change as they fought side by side.Lucien's words rested in the air, confusing me: "Rhaegos told me before he disappeared that when Emily returns, she won't be ours." It didn't make sense, but I knew enough about the magical world to know that this meant something significant. I looked at Tharros, who had an anxious look on his face.“It could mean a lot of things,” Tharros said, his voice tight with worry. “As I told you before, there are dark forces at play. If it’s what I think, we might be losing Emily.” He clenched his fists.“What are you thinking? Stop speaking in riddles, man,” I snapped, frustration rising in me.Tharros met my gaze, his eyes
Emily's POVMy whole body hurt. I struggled to raise my eyelids. Still, I attempted to pry them open, only to find that every single thing had changed once more.The second trial. My heart fell. Now what? The Harbinger showed up like a wraith out of the darkness before I could even collect my thoughts, his voice as steady and icy as ever. "Emily, this is the Trial of the Body." The ground beneath me suddenly transformed, and I could feel my bare feet sinking into muddy, cold soil. I raised my head. I could see figures approaching. Not strangers. No. They looked like all of the enemies I had ever came across. It was she, the Princess Azara, who led them.She came straight at me, sword raised, her eyes glowing with a cold, cruel fire. The blade gleamed in the dark as she swung at me. I managed to duck, but not before it sliced off a lock of my hair.She looked exactly like the Priestess from the Blood Moon cult—same aura, same fury. No, this wasn’t a coincidence. This trial want
Lucien’s POV“That’s bullshit! So what, we’re just supposed to sit here and do nothing? Let her go through all of that alone?” I snapped, my voice louder than intended. “Tharros, we have to go in there—we have to save her from the Veil.”“You must understand,” Tharros said calmly, “the Veil is a place of illusions and deceit. Even if we could enter, there’s no telling what awaits us inside. Most who venture in never return. We have to trust that Emily is strong enough to face whatever trials lie ahead.”His words, meant to soothe, only ignited my frustration further.“I’m with Lucien on this,” Kiran added firmly. “Emily is our friend—our mate. We can’t just stand by while she faces danger alone. If there’s even the slightest chance she’s in trouble, I’d rather walk into the unknown than sit here with a restless heart, wondering if she’s still alive.”I glanced at him, seeing Kiran in a new light. I wasn’t entirely comfortable with the idea of sharing a mate, but I couldn't deny that hi