LOGINCaelith has nothing worth taking. No power. No secrets. Nothing anyone could possibly want. So why is everyone coming for her? Twenty one years old, literature student, part time bookshop worker. Her life is unremarkable by every measurement that matters. Until a ritual group kidnaps her, a trained assassin is sent to finish the job, and something ancient and patient decides she is exactly who it has been looking for. There is a journal. Older than recorded history. Wanted by everyone and understood by no one. And Caelith is the key to finding it. Even though nobody asked her. Now she is navigating a world she was never supposed to know existed. With a former assassin bound to her by a blood deal. A best friend who doesn't remember the night that changed everything. A boy who has known something was different about her since day one and chose to stay anyway. And a stranger who saved her life and disappeared before she could get a single answer out of him. The deeper she goes the bigger it gets. And she is only just beginning. Some journals don't record history. They create it.
View MoreIdris looked at the time.12:53 a.m.He leaned back on the couch and sighed."Judging from what she said..." He calculated quietly. "Considering the time difference, she should already be back between nine and ten."His eyes moved toward the window. The city was still awake. "But that's a long time. What should I do until then?" He looked around the room. Then his eyes landed on his bag."Oh." A pause. "I forgot I had to do that." He stared at it. "Work."He sighed dramatically."Come on. Who works when they're distressed?" He pointed at himself. "I'm obviously distressed." Silence. Then his expression softened. "Just be safe."The words left his mouth quietly. Then he frowned. Something bothered him. He had focused so much on finding Caelith that he hadn't considered something.Who had taken her? And why? He leaned back. It's always one thing or another."No." He shook his head. He definitely wasn't going back to Julies’. He should have asked her for more details. “I'm not going bac
It was supposed to be a three-hour drive. Somehow, Idris made it in two.By the time he arrived at the location indicated by Caelith's phone. A small cafe. Normal. People walking by. Cars parked nearby. Nothing about the place suggested that someone had disappeared there. A man approached him as soon as he stepped out of the car."Sir."Idris looked at him."Tell me."The man held out a phone."Her phone."Idris took it."That's all?"The man nodded."I went inside and asked about her. I described her and told them I was her brother." Idris glanced at him. "They didn't say much. They only gave me this."His expression tightened slightly."Did you find anything else?""Her car." The man pointed toward the parking area. "It was still there. It already had two parking tickets on the windshield."Idris looked toward the vehicle. Then back at the phone in his hand. For several seconds, he said nothing. Finally, he sighed.
Three Days EarlierIdris was halfway through the meeting when his phone vibrated. He ignored it at first. The discussion continued around him. Numbers. Reports. Decisions that needed to be made. Then it vibrated again.Idris glanced down. The name on the screen caught his attention.Caelith.A small smile appeared on his face. He shook his head slightly. Of course. He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he turned the phone face down and continued listening. He would reply to her later. Lately, she had been filling his inbox with tagged locations and details of her move. Caelith can wait.By the time the meeting ended, Idris had already forgotten about it.He made his way through the building and eventually reached one of the familiar rooms. The same room where Caelith had first come looking for him.Aldrich was already there. And he looked irritated.Idris stopped."That expression usually means something went wrong."Aldrich sighed."My date failed."Idris stared at him."Your date?"
The chamber had descended into chaos.Gunshots continued to echo through the space between worlds. The sound bounced endlessly against the ancient darkness surrounding them.Victor's men kept their distance now. They had learned. Getting close to Jessica meant death.Two bodies had already turned to ash before they understood that. Now they fired from afar.Jessica barely noticed. Her hands remained pressed against Morrha's body. The words had already been spoken. The connection had already formed.The transfer was already happening. Steadily.At first, she thought it was working.She felt something. Something enormous. Something ancient. Power. Her breathing became uneven.She could feel her body burning up. Something was wrong. She had prepared for pain.She had prepared for the possibility that her body would struggle to contain Morrha's power.She had not prepared for this. She could feel herself slipping. Not physically. Somethi
Can you trust someone who tried to kill you?Zara got up slowly.Not because she was hurt. Because she was being careful, the way you are careful around something you don't have a category for yet. She brushed off her knees with a practiced gesture that seemed more like muscle memory than actual co
It had been six days since the road. Four days since she had woken up on that bench with birdsong and a submitted essay and no explanation for either. Four days of going through the motions of her regular life, lectures and shifts and text messages she answered on autopilot, while underneath all of
The chant had found a new rhythm.Softer than before but somehow more suffocating for it, like a hand pressing down gently but with the full intention of not lifting. Caelith stood in the ring of unflickering flames and breathed and tried to think past the pressure building steadily behind her ster
She almost didn't go.That was the thing she would think about later- how close she came to just calling in, pulling the curtains back down and spending the day in bed with her headache and her unease and her half finished essay. How different everything might have looked if she had. The essay had
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