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Crimson Promises
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2025-09-15 22:05:00Ciaran's POV
She said yes.A single word, carried on the chill of the evening, dropped like a blade into still water. The ripples spread across the clearing, through the trees, across the shadows, and deep into Ciaran’s chest. Everything shifted.From the edge of the forest, hidden just beyond the reach of the blood moon’s crimson glow, he felt the pulse of magic roll outward. It was a living thing, hungry, ancient, unforgiving. It snaked along the ground, curling around roots and rocks, brushing against his skin and leaving gooseflesh in its wake. This was power older than kingdoms, older than gods. And Therrin had agreed to it.His Therrin.The thought weighed on him, both bitter and sweet. He could barely name the feeling. It wasn’t relief. It wasn’t hope. It wasn’t even joy. It was something far darker. Far deeper.Satisfaction.He had waited for this moment for years. Watched silently, unseen, as she grew under impo
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Bound by Darkness: Shadowborn Crimson Promises
Ciaran's POVShe said yes.A single word, carried on the chill of the evening, dropped like a blade into still water. The ripples spread across the clearing, through the trees, across the shadows, and deep into Ciaran’s chest. Everything shifted.From the edge of the forest, hidden just beyond the reach of the blood moon’s crimson glow, he felt the pulse of magic roll outward. It was a living thing, hungry, ancient, unforgiving. It snaked along the ground, curling around roots and rocks, brushing against his skin and leaving gooseflesh in its wake. This was power older than kingdoms, older than gods. And Therrin had agreed to it.His Therrin.The thought weighed on him, both bitter and sweet. He could barely name the feeling. It wasn’t relief. It wasn’t hope. It wasn’t even joy. It was something far darker. Far deeper.Satisfaction.He had waited for this moment for years. Watched silently, unseen, as she grew under impo
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Dion's POV The wind didn't howl. It whispered. Soft as breath, gentle as silk, the strange wind lifted Dion from the forest floor and carried him across a veil of light, dissolving the trees and sky behind him. The moment he blinked, the world was no longer real — at least not as he'd known it. He was alone. And yet… not. The ground beneath his feet shimmered like obsidian glass, reflecting a night sky smeared with galaxies. Stars moved like living things, threading themselves into patterns that pulsed with memory, pain, and desire. Dion swallowed hard, heart hammering. The silence wasn't hollow — it was listening. His fourth trial had begun. A pulse echoed beneath his ribs, not of fear — of recognition. This place had no walls, no edge, no horizon. Just him and a sensation — a presence — brushing the inside of his chest like fingers trailing across skin. It wasn't Therrin. It wasn't Ari. It was… them, both a
Bound by Darkness: Shadowborn What Flames Remember
Ari’s POVThe scent came first.Crushed jasmine. Wilted roses. The distant aroma of heat-drenched petals that clung stubbornly to the corners of memory. My breath caught before my mind could name it, but my body—my body remembered.I didn’t dream. I didn’t sleep. I fell into something weightless, a half-memory, half-phantom—not born of the present, not of Therrin’s life, but mine.From before.I was in a room with no doors. The walls seemed to dissolve into sunlight and shadow simultaneously, as though the world had forgotten how to define itself. Silk curtains floated from the ceiling like smoke caught in wind. A bed of dark, polished wood rested in the center, sheets tangled in ways that spoke of restless sleep and secrets too heavy to confess. The light was golden, almost honeyed, warm but fragile, like summer trapped in glass.And in the bed, a girl lay dying.I recognized her immediately—my own hands folded across t
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Therrin's POV The magic pulsed through her fingers, soft and deep like the beat of a distant drum. Therrin stood in the clearing with her hands half-raised, fingertips glowing faintly with shadowlight. It curled up her arms like smoke, wrapping around her wrists, her forearms, slipping under her sleeves like it had always belonged there. Ciaran watched from the edge of the stones, arms crossed over his chest, the moonlight silvering the edges of his raven-black hair. His expression was unreadable, but she felt the weight of his gaze the same way she felt her magic respond to him—alive, tugging, ancient. She inhaled slowly, drawing the night into her lungs. "Again," he said gently. "This time, let it breathe through you." She closed her eyes. The moment she did, the image flashed behind her eyelids—quick, like lightning: A moonlit garden. White flowers, trembling. A man beside her, dark-eyed, his voice like thunder wrap
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