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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-TWO

Author: Obume 1
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-18 17:14:03

Thicker Than Blood

Azaria’s POV

A stiff castle built upon the bones of this earth in shadow and on stone.

The magic that was woven into it could be sensed even at the distance. Old. Cursed. It clawed at my senses, thick as oil, trying to blind me before I even reached the gates.

Ashley was still recovering in a warded glade below the cliffs, under protection. I’d left her behind with a promise: I’ll bring them back. All of them. Or I won’t come back at all.

I climbed alone.

Each step closer, the pull in my chest grew heavier.

Not just the bond—but something else.

Something colder. Hungrier.

The echo of Nicholas still lived inside me… but it was distant now. As if he’d been buried beneath layers of fog. And something darker was stirring in his place.

I shoved the thought aside and pressed forward, heart pounding.

My siblings were here.

I knew it.

And I wasn’t leaving without them.

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The gates loomed tall and silent.

I didn’t knock.

I burned them open.

That magic exploded out my palms
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