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Chapter 13

Author: SnowBoundInk
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-03 09:42:35

POV Vaelira

People think magic is something you use.

They’re wrong.

Magic is something you survive long enough to make useful.

I train at night, when the city is loud enough to cover mistakes and dark enough that no one

asks questions when the ground bleeds light.

Maereth taught me the foundations—control, restraint, the art of letting power think it’s winning—but the rest I learned the hard way. From fights that didn’t give me time to think. From instincts that don’t care about theory.

My magic doesn’t come from one place.

It comes from conflict.

From my vampire blood, I get precision.

Stillness under pressure. The ability to slow my pulse until time stretches thin and every movement sharpens. I can taste magic in the air the way vampires taste blood—layers, age, intention. I can lock onto a target and hold it there, suspend momentum, freeze violence mid-thought.

That’s how I stop bullets.

That’s how I don’t panic.

That’s how I kill clean when I have to.

Vampire magic is discipline.
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