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Autor: Lady Darkness
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Misha

The howl splits the night like a blade through silk—raw, jagged, and dripping with something worse than pain. Agony. The kind that doesn’t just hurt, but unravels. My bones hum in response, a deep, resonant thrum that climbs up my spine and settles behind my ribs like a second heartbeat. I know that sound. Not the shape of it, not the pitch—no, I know the weight of it. The way it drags at the air, thick and suffocating, like drowning in tar.

I’m already moving before I realize I’ve decided.

Damon’s hand slams around my wrist, his fingers digging in just shy of bruising. “Misha.” His voice is a whipcrack, low and lethal. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

I twist, but he doesn’t let go. His other hand comes up, gripping my chin, forcing my gaze to his. His eyes are black in the moonlight, the blue swallowed by pupil, his face all sharp angles and fury. “You don’t know what the fuck that thing is. It could be a trap. It could be a hunter’s bait. It could be—”

“Me,” I breathe.

His grip falt
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  • Christmas In Hell   Eye Opening

    She opened her eyes. They were unfocused, glazed with exhaustion, but a faint, triumphant smile touched her lips. "I filled it," she breathed, her voice a mere puff of air. "With creation. With life." She reached up, her fingers ghosting over my cheek. "It's… placated. For now.""You shouldn't have," I choked out, a raw ache in my chest. The relief of being whole again, even temporarily, was eclipsed by the terror of what she had risked."I told you," she countered, her voice gaining a sliver of its usual strength. "We are bound, Damon. Your fight is my fight. Your life… is my life." She leaned into me, her head resting on my shoulder. I felt the profound exhaustion radiating from her, the sheer drain of power. The hum from the triplets was almost imperceptible now.Ava knelt, her hands gently touching Misha's belly. She closed her eyes, a deep furrow appearing between her brows. When she opened them, she looked relieved, but still concerned. "They're okay. Weakened, but stable. You d

  • Christmas In Hell   Into Darkness

    Ava knelt beside us, her face grim. Her eyes, usually so sharp, held a haunted look. "The wards are weakening. I can feel the Chronovores… they're aware of us again." She glanced at Misha, then back at me. "He's burning out, Misha. Or freezing out. Whatever this void does, it's speeding up."Misha ignored her, her gaze fixed on mine, fierce and unyielding. "No. You don't get to give up. Not now." Her fingers traced the edge of the void-wound on my shoulder, a feather-light touch that still sent shivers through me. "There has to be a way. Another way to stabilize you. We still have time.""Time is what it eats," I pointed out, a morbid humorless laugh escaping me. It sounded like static. "And it's having a feast." The world tilted. A wave of nausea, cold and profound, swept over me. The desire to simply lie down, to let the sweet, blessed nothingness take me, was almost overwhelming.Misha's jaw tightened. She looked from my fading form to her own trembling hands, then to the faint shi

  • Christmas In Hell   Chronovore

    A laugh, weak and raspy, died in my throat before it could form. Ava’s attempt at levity was a welcome anchor, but the void in my shoulder didn’t find it amusing. It flared with a sudden, agonizing cold that had nothing to do with the dimension’s ambient chill. It was a cold recognition. Of hunger.“Something’s coming,” I gritted out, my eyes scanning the oppressive darkness. Misha’s head snapped up, her own senses kicking in.It wasn’t a sound or a sight, not at first. It was a distortion. A patch of the void ahead of us seemed to… curdle. Space bent and warped around a point of absolute nothingness that was somehow darker than the darkness around it. Time itself seemed to stutter, my perception flickering like a dying candle.Then it unfolded. It was less a creature and more a living blind spot, a vaguely insectoid silhouette carved from the absence of light and time. It had too many limbs, each one ending in a point that seemed to fray reality.“Chronovore,” Misha whispered, the na

  • Christmas In Hell   The Wards

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  • Christmas In Hell   Maw, a First Look

    Ava’s POV"Lead the way, Anchor," Damon ground out, his voice hoarse, but his eyes, fixed on Misha, held an unyielding defiance.I rolled my eyes, a familiar muscle memory. "Someone has to. You two are too busy making out in a cosmic graveyard." I turned, my boots scraping on the obsidian platform. The gate, a swirling maelstrom of iridescent gases, shimmered with an unsettling invitation. Beyond it, I could already feel the cold, an absence more profound than any vacuum. "Hold on tight. Justin's jump-points are less 'elegant transit' and more 'cosmic blender.'"I stepped toward the shimmering veil, not bothering to look back. Damon and Misha would follow. They always did. They were the lovebirds, the world-enders, the ones who needed me to keep their feet on the ground—or at least, pointed in the right direction. As I reached the edge, the fabric of reality stretched, groaning like ancient metal. A familiar tug, a sensation of being drawn through a keyhole too small for my frame.The

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