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Chapter Eighteen
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2026-01-20 01:51:01Selene POV:
I wake up knowing something is wrong.Not because of pain. Not because of the Axis. But because the room feels… hollow. Like sound itself is reluctant to exist here.The monitors beside my bed are dark. No telemetry. No public feed. Just the slow, human rhythm of my own breathing.Lucien is sitting in the corner when I open my eyes, posture loose, expression anything but.“How long was I out?” I ask.“Six hours,” he replies. “Long enough for the world to decide what you did meant.”“That sounds ominous.”“It is.”I push myself upright, ignoring the wave of dizziness. The Axis stirs gently, like it’s checking on me rather than bracing for impact.“Where’s Rowan?”Lucien doesn’t answer immediately.My chest tightens. “Lucien.”“He’s contained,” he says finally. “Not arrested. Not yet.”The words hit harder than I expect.“For what?” I deman
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Blood ,Fire and Frost Chapter Thirty-One
The world does not end with fire.Rowan had once believed it would. Believed the old prophecies, the scorched histories, the warnings whispered by dead kings and living ghosts. He had imagined the end would be loud. Violent. Spectacular.Instead, it ends with silence.Not peaceful silence. Not relief. But the kind that follows devastation, when the earth itself seems to be holding its breath, waiting to see if it is allowed to keep spinning.I stand at the edge of the broken terrace where the Coalition once ruled.The citadel is gone. Not destroyed in the way wars usually destroy things. It has not collapsed inward or burned outward. It has been unmade. Stone dissolved into ash. Sigils unraveled mid-glow. Power stripped from the walls as if someone reached into the heart of the structure and simply… turned it off.Lucien stands a few paces behind me, his presence a familiar weight against my back. He hasn’t spoken in several minu
Blood ,Fire and Frost Part 5: Chapter One
The first thing Rowan noticed was the silence.Not the peaceful kind. Not the reverent hush that sometimes followed Selene when the world itself seemed to lean closer, listening. This silence was engineered. Padded. The sound of a place designed to swallow echoes before they could become witnesses.He stood just inside the threshold of the underground complex, breath slow, senses stretched tight as wire. The doors behind him sealed with a soundless slide, cutting off the damp night air and replacing it with something sterile and faintly metallic. It smelled like antiseptic and ozone and old prayers scrubbed too hard.Lucien moved at his side, close enough that Rowan could feel the subtle shift of his presence, the controlled stillness that meant he was already cataloging exits, threats, angles. His eyes flicked across the corridor, taking in the smooth walls, the recessed lighting that cast no shadows, the absence of ornament.“They’ve learned,” L
Blood ,Fire and Frost Chapter Thirty
The line Selene drew did not come with raised voices or spectacle.It came with calm.Which frightened them far more.The Hall of Accord had been designed for compromise. Curved walls. Tiered seating. No sharp corners. Even the ceiling arched in a way meant to make voices carry gently, encouraging reason over force. Generations ago, someone had believed architecture could soften power.Selene stood at its center and disproved that belief without lifting a hand.She felt the Axis steady beneath her skin, not flaring, not reaching. Present. Watching. It did not surge when she spoke now. It listened.The delegations sat in their semicircle, robes immaculate, insignia polished, expressions carefully curated. They had come prepared. Counteroffers drafted. Concessions weighed. Arguments rehearsed.They had not come prepared for refusal.“I will say this once,” Selene said, her voice carrying effortlessly through the chamber. “So listen carefully.”
Blood ,Fire and Frost Chapter Twenty-Nine
The world did not erupt.It listened.Selene felt it in the days that followed the ruins, a subtle shift in the air, like pressure changing before a storm. The Axis no longer pulsed only within her reach. It echoed outward now, not violently, but unmistakably. Like a bell struck once and left ringing.Messages arrived before they did.Some came on parchment sealed with wax and reverence. Others through emissaries whose smiles never reached their eyes. Still others through less official channels whispers carried by merchants, intercepted spell-signals, coded inquiries disguised as trade disputes.Everyone wanted something.No one asked the same way twice.Selene stood at the high balcony overlooking the inner court as the first formal delegation arrived. Banners unfurled. Footsteps echoed. The ritual choreography of diplomacy unfolded as it always had.But the air was different.She felt watched.Not as a ruler.As a phenomenon.“They’r
Blood ,Fire and Frost Chapter Twenty-Eight
They didn’t speak as they left the ruins.The Severed was bound between two warded constructs Lucien had shaped from raw sigil-light, her body slack but her presence still sharp, like a blade wrapped in cloth. Even unconscious, she radiated intent. The Axis didn’t like her containment. Selene felt that clearly now, a low, irritated vibration in her bones, as if the power itself resented being forced into silence.Rowan walked ahead, every step measured, shoulders tight. He kept his distance from the prisoner deliberately. Not fear. Control. He could feel her too, feel the echo of how she had pulled at him, at Selene, at the invisible line that tied them all together.Lucien followed last, hands clasped behind his back, gaze drifting between Selene and the horizon. His expression was unreadable, but his mind was anything but calm.This was not a clean victory.This was exposure.They reached the edge of the badlands just as night
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The land changed the farther east they rode.Stone gave way to ash-colored soil, brittle and cracked as though the earth itself had once been burned and never forgiven for surviving. The sky dulled here, clouds hanging low and heavy, pressing down on the horizon like a held breath.Selene felt it immediately.Not pain. Not threat.Recognition.Her spine prickled as if invisible fingers traced old scars she didn’t remember earning. The Axis stirred, not violently, but with a low, uneasy awareness. This place remembered power. Remembered being used.Rowan rode at her left, posture rigid, eyes constantly scanning. He hadn’t relaxed once since they crossed into the badlands. Even now, with no enemy in sight, his hand hovered near the hilt of his sword, muscles coiled beneath his armor like a restrained animal.Lucien followed slightly behind, expression deceptively calm, gaze drifting not over the land but through it, as though he were reading something
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