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CHAPTER 16: CRESCENTS AND SECRETS
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Dark Soldiers CHAPTER 16: CRESCENTS AND SECRETS
Diego’s House — 9:37 AMDiego woke to knocking—persistent, rhythmic—like a woodpecker on his front door. His head felt heavy, fogged by sleep and the lingering comfort of Antonia’s Mexican refried beans. He’d dreamed of fire and falling, of a daughter’s eyes full of storm.The knocking again. “¡Buenas, señor! ¿Alguien en casa?”Simón. The milk boy.Diego rolled out of bed, stumbled to the mirror. His reflection stared back—eyes like smoldering coals, fangs pressing against his lower lip. The vampire side was closer these days, restless after yesterday’s fire, after the jump, after the healing that should have been impossible.He closed his eyes, focused on his breath. On the memory of milk cooling his throat. On the mundane. The human.When he opened his eyes again, they were brown. Normal. Or as normal as they ever got.He opened the door. Simón stood on the step, two glass bottles in hand, dew still beading on their sides.“Señor Diego! You’re up late.”“You’re late with the milk.”
Dark Soldiers CHAPTER 15: SPARKS AND SHADOWS
Diego's House — 7:15 AMDiego drank the milk straight from the bottle, the cold liquid doing little to soothe the restless energy humming beneath his skin. The vampire part of him was closer to the surface these days—a constant, hungry static in his veins. He’d slept maybe two hours. The rest had been spent listening to the night: owls, distant traffic, the whisper of his own blood reminding him what he was.He walked into the living room and froze.Water covered the floor. A shallow, shimmering lake reflecting the morning light.The bathroom tap.He’d forgotten to turn it off last night after washing his face. The pipes in this old house were temperamental; the sink had likely backed up, overflowing for hours.“Dammit.”He sloshed through the water to the bathroom, turned the tap off with a sharp twist. The kitchen was worse—puddles had pooled around the table legs, seeped under the refrigerator. For a moment, he just stood there, water soaking his socks, and let out a slow, tired br
Dark Soldiers CHAPTER 7: ECHOES IN THE STATIC
The House on Maple Crest Lane — 11:03 PMShadowalker stood by the living room window, watching moonlight carve silver trails through the suburban night. Behind him, Cara scrolled through her phone, the blue light reflecting in her crimson eyes. She’d just posted a photo—her and Classy, hands entwined on the porch swing, the caption reading “Midnight thoughts & morning coffee with my favorite chaos.” The likes were already climbing.“He’s getting bolder,” Cara said without looking up. “Windwalker. I can feel him in the static. In between Wi-Fi signals. In the hum of streetlights.”Shadowalker didn’t turn. “He always enjoyed the spaces between things. The silence between heartbeats. The pause between question and answer.”“Why does he keep reaching out?” Cara closed her phone, the screen going dark. “He had his twelve hours. The bargain’s done.”“Bargains with primordials are never done,” Shadowalker said, his voice layered—Northstar’s youthful timbre over Shadowalker’s ancient resonanc
Dark Soldiers CHAPTER 13: ORDINARY DAYS, EXTRAORDINARY LIVES
The morning sun filtered through the bay window of the suburban house on Maple Crest Lane, painting warm stripes across the hardwood floors. The house was large but not ostentatious—a two-story colonial with a wraparound porch, surrounded by neatly trimmed hedges and a lawn that was green but not unnaturally perfect. To the neighbors, it was simply home to "those creative types who keep odd hours."Inside, the scent of coffee and toast mingled with the faint ozone of magical wards.Bryan's Room – 8:17 AMBryan sat cross-legged on his bed, guitar across his lap, notebook open beside him. His fingers moved absently over the strings as he scribbled in the margins:Fire in the blood, but the heart stays coolLiving by the rules we learned in schoolSuburban dreams and magical schemesNothing's ever quite the way it seemsHe frowned, scratched out the last line, wrote:Everything's a shade of in-betweenBetter.His phone buzzed. A notification from his music streaming account: 1,247 monthl
Dark Soldiers CHAPTER 12: FIRST BLOOD
The steel mill was a cathedral of industry gone to rust. Skeletal frameworks clawed at a sky stained orange by sunset and something else—something that shimmered at the edges of reality. The air tasted of ozone, iron, and ancient power.The team disembarked in a defensive formation they'd drilled a hundred times but never used in real combat. Shadowalker took point, his cloak billowing in winds that shouldn't exist at ground level."They're waiting," he said, his voice barely carrying over the hum of residual energy.In the center of the mill's main yard, the three figures hadn't moved. Elementos pulsed with geothermal heat, each breath sending ripples through the cracked concrete. The Overlord stood unnaturally still, his pale skin almost glowing in the dying light. And Windwalker...Windwalker sat cross-legged on a rusted I-beam twenty feet in the air, watching them approach with the detached interest of someone at a theater.Welcome to the main event, his voice echoed in all their
Dark Soldiers CHAPTER 11: AWAKENING OF THE HYBRID
The medical bay doors hissed open just as Amy's heart monitor flatlined.A single, sustained beep screamed through the room. Bryan surged forward, but Elliot grabbed him. "Wait!"Shadowalker emerged from the portal, looking altered. Streaks of white shot through his dark hair, and his left eye now held a pale blue glimmer that hadn't been there before. He moved with a slight stiffness, as if carrying a great weight."He's changing her," Cara whispered, horror in her eyes. "The bond works both ways."Shadowalker went straight to Amy's side. The obsidian vial glowed through his cloak. He didn't bother with medical equipment—simply uncorked it and let the single drop of liquid light fall onto her parted lips.For a moment, nothing happened.Then Amy's back arched off the bed, her mouth open in a silent scream. Gold light erupted from her eyes, her mouth, the puncture wounds on her neck. It battled with a deep crimson darkness that seeped from her pores—Dracula's legacy fighting Windwalke
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