MasukWhen Autumn encounters the enigmatic and devastatingly handsome Tristan Jordan in downtown Chicago, she quickly realizes he's no ordinary man—he’s a vampire, and he knows who she is. What begins as a chance meeting spirals into an intense and magnetic connection that neither of them can ignore. Autumn soon learns she’s been under surveillance by the vampire world due to her unique bloodline, which may carry untapped magical power. As she and Tristan grow closer, their bond deepens—literally. Through Tristan’s bite, their souls become psychically linked, giving them the ability to communicate without words and feel each other's emotions. But love doesn’t come without shadows. Tristan harbors secrets of his own: a dark past, a chaotic younger brother named Jaiden with dangerous ambitions, and a vampire world divided by ideology. As Autumn moves into a new house with her best friend Jade and begins a new college semester, her life shifts from ordinary to surreal. Vampire politics, ancient bloodlines, and supernatural threats swirl around her. Soon, she’s being stalked by Jaiden, who is obsessed with making her his vampire bride—or worse. As her mystical ancestry begins to awaken, Autumn is drawn into a deeper war: between light and dark, power and purpose, legacy and love. She must learn to control her gifts, guard her heart, and survive the pull of ancient forces that seek to claim her. In the final chapters, Autumn embraces her destiny—not just as Tristan’s beloved, but as a powerful force in her own right. She faces the Hollow, confronts her shadow self, and finds the strength to forgive, love, and transform.
Lihat lebih banyakThe loud streets were filled with the sound of rain pouring all of a sudden. Sounds of the wind howling scared everyone. Some ran for shelter while others accepted it with open arms. However, in that hustle-bustle, no one noticed that one girl. She wore thin clothes in the cold weather and didn't have any footwear on. Golden hair and fair skin, so pretty, that it was hard to not notice her; but at this point, it was the complete opposite.
She ran through the crowd, pushing people away and not bothering to look back. Some cursed and complained about it while others just moved out of the way. However, only a few noticed that the fragile girl was a crying mess. Her hair was drenched in the rain and her cheeks flustered. The bare feet were covered in wounds in no time but still, she didn’t stop. Her face was red and her vision blurry due to the tears that filled her eyes.
She was at her weakest spot and oh! what a good time to be surrounded by people who did nothing but judge her. Nature did her a favor by making it rain, hiding away her tears with the raindrops; but,it also punished her. With the temperature dropped to 10 degrees, the rain and the winds made it even worse.
Her thin clothes and bare feet were the biggest mistakes, making her the most vulnerable among that crowd. She still fought running as far as she could, trying not to give up; stopping herself from thinking the same thing and hoping those tears would just dry up.
The tears that made it hard to look just increased every second, unstoppably rolling down her cheeks, getting mixed with the raindrops. Her legs gave away after running for a long time, she stumbled and fell on her face. Her elbows and knees scratched hard and started bleeding. However, that physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional pain she felt.
Not having the courage to fight back, she didn't make any effort to get up and kept crying, remembering all the horrible things which had happened to her. Be it being bullied in school or beaten up at home, she had ignored it all but now she broke down, she had no more courage to fight back.
People passed by but no one bothered to help her- the helpless crying girl, hurt and drenched in rain in the cold weather. They looked at her, felt pity, and walked away. No one dared approach her as if she was some filthy thing they couldn't touch.
"Oh my!" A soft male voice came from somewhere. The very next second she felt a cloth being wrapped around her. She slowly looked up, her face red and all messed up with tears. That guy flinched and looked shocked as she looked up.
Slowly her blue eyes focussed on the figure in front of her and she saw him clearly after a few seconds, he had brown hair and fair skin, with green eyes that were the attraction. However, for some reason, he looked a little white and blurry but she didn't bother to focus on that and lowered her head again. He smiled a little and sat on the ground, in front of her.
"What happened?" He said in a sweet tone, patting her back lightly. She didn't reply and kept crying, not even bothering to look at him this time.
"You know it gets better when you share it." He said and kept looking at her, he didn't care about the people around them.
"Just go away..." She mumbled.
"I can't..." He said in a low voice and his expressions looked a little painful.
"Hmm?" She said and finally looked up, as she figured that he wasn't leaving so easily. He didn't seem like a bad person to her. However, she did found him strange for some reason; he didn’t seem to be a normal human being to her.
"I can't leave you alone like this..." He said and she noticed that he looked sad all of a sudden. That soft smile disappeared from his face and a torturous expression took over. "You'll catch a cold...see you're so hurt and I don't want you to do anything bad to yourself..." His voice lowered by the end.
She felt a little better but also strange pain on hearing that, a stranger was so worried about her, while her own family didn't care. "I'll be fine." She said and lost that bit of happiness as well she was reminded of her family again.
"No." He said in kind of an ordering tone and pulled her to the edge of the road. "Let's talk." He said and she laughed a little through her sobs. His words didn't make sense to her cause he wasn't someone close to her but still, he cared so much, she found it oddly comforting.
She did as he said and sat beside him.
"Now tell me....what's bothering you?" He asked in a soft voice. He pulled his knees to his chest and rested his head on his knees. His head a little tilted and eyes staring deeply into her eyes, searching for answers she couldn't say.
"M...my family..." She said through her sobs; her voice low and quivering. That guy didn't react, he wasn't judging her instead he just quietly waited for her to continue.
"I...I love them the most b...but they forced me to move out of the house without telling any reason..." She continued after a long pause. He felt familiar for some reason and she couldn't help telling him everything.
"Maybe they want you to be independent...?" He said and wanted her to stay positive.
She raised her arm and he got confused by the strange gesture. His eyes widened as he saw it clearly, there was a huge burn mark on her hand.
"They did this?" He asked in a shocked tone.
She nodded slowly. "It was my brother...I don't know why but they all started acting the same way...I try to focus on the positive side and do as they say but no..." She started crying harder. His face was full of worry; he didn't say anything and bit his lower lip lightly. Extending his arm in the air he patted her back lightly.
"I try so hard...but everything just keeps going wrong. I don't know what to do!" Her voice got a little louder. He could tell that she was frustrated and was on the edge now. “I hate that I love someone who has no feelings for me. I waiting for something impossible…”
"I hate it!" Her sobs got louder and she lowered her head again. "It's all my fault! I'm responsible for this! I hate myself!" She said in between the uncontrollable sobs. His arm that was patting her paused suddenly on hearing that and he clenched his fists tightly.
"N...no..." His voice trembled.
She looked up at him and saw that he was on verge of tears. That sight stabbed her like a knife; her parents and boyfriend didn't care about her at all while this stranger was crying for her.
"D...don't hate yourself...please..." He begged her, his hands trembling and eyes teary.
"Calm down..." She got worried after seeing his current state.
"No...don't hate yourself..." He wasn't listening to her and kept repeating the same thing.
"Ok...ok...I won't." She cupped his cheeks and made him look at her. "...I won't hate myself. I won't blame it all on me." He nodded slowly and stopped crying.
"T...this life...you only get it once so cherish it. Don't spend it hating yourself." He suggested and was worried about her. She nodded and smiled softly.
"I'll be your friend. I'll be there to share your pain" He said and held her hand tightly. "I promise you...so don't do anything bad to yourself."
"I won't" She smiled and caressed his hand lightly.
The rain stopped and the sky cleared in seconds. They looked up, squinting their eyes cause of the sudden sunlight. A beautiful rainbow formed in the sky and they both smiled on seeing that. The dark clouds followed by a rainbow gave them both hope that maybe it wasn't the end yet. Maybe they'll also have a beautiful end after all this suffering.
"Make a wish." He said suddenly. She looked astonished at his sudden suggestion.
"What?" She scoffed and gave him a weird look.
"Make a wish." He repeated as he nodded, sounding pretty serious.
"...ok..." She said and found his request a little weird. They both closed their eyes and made a wish.
She bit her lower lip and clenched her fists. "I wish to die." She wished, a torturous expression on her face, as she couldn't bear the pain anymore. His consoling made her feel better but she didn't have any reason to live on.
"I wish for her to live happily." He wished, biting his lip hesitantly.
"No matter what happens, please...don't give up..." He whispered to her. She opened her eyes the next second and looked at him. Her eyes widened and anxiety-filled her. There was no one beside her. The jacket he had wrapped around her disappeared and he was nowhere to be seen. She looked around anxiously but couldn't find him anywhere.
Running around searching for him desperately even though she was badly hurt. She had believed him, got a tiny bit of hope that he would keep his promise. However, he broke it just a minute after he made it. She stood in the middle of the road again, looking around desperately. Breathing heavily and slowly giving up. She fell on her knees and started crying again the same way as she did earlier.
"W...was it just an illusion...?" She thought and felt dejected.
"No, it was god's sign telling you not to give up..." He thought as he looked at her from a distance while sitting on the roof of a building. The jacket in his hand and his fists clenched tightly…
- AutumnBy the time we got back to the brownstone, Chicago had gone quiet in the way cities only do after midnight.Not silent.Muted.Traffic somewhere far off. A siren several blocks away. The hum of tires on wet pavement. Wind scraping along brick.Normal sounds.Human sounds.They should have comforted me.Instead they felt flimsy.Like stage dressing someone had arranged over a hole in the ground.Tristan unlocked the front door without looking at me.That hurt more than if he had tried.Not because I needed his attention.Because I knew why he was withholding it.He was being careful. Measuring distance. Trying not to press on bruises he had helped make.Jade stalked in first, still wearing righteous fury like body heat. Dom came in behind her and locked the door again, then checked the windows on instinct before finally stepping farther into the room. I stood just inside the entry, shrugging out of my coat with clumsy fingers, and for one ugly second I had no idea where to put
I did not get an answer.The sound that cut across the garage was not a voice.It was heels on concrete.Measured.Unhurried.Certain enough to make every other noise feel secondary.The alarms still screamed around us. Red light kept washing over the pillars, over the spiderweb cracks spreading through windshields, over Mara's impossible reflection in the black sedan. But when the woman stepped out of the elevator with four guards at her back, the space shifted around her anyway.Power did that sometimes.It did not have to be loud.It just had to assume it belonged everywhere.Councilor Seraphine Vale wore charcoal silk and a winter white coat that somehow remained untouched by the grime of the parking garage. Her dark hair was pinned into something severe and elegant. She looked like a woman arriving for an opera rather than a containment scene under a collapsing building.Her pale gaze passed over the shattered glass, the distorted reflections, the guards, Dom, Jade, Tristan, and
AutumnNobody moved.The parking garage sat submerged in darkness except for the pulsing red glow of emergency lights overhead and the violent flashes of car alarms strobing across concrete pillars.Every vehicle window reflected figures that did not exist in the garage itself.Tall silhouettes.Still silhouettes.Watching silhouettes.Dozens of them.The air pressure changed sharply, heavy enough to make breathing feel delayed.Jade grabbed my coat sleeve hard enough to wrinkle fabric. “Tell me those are not real.”Dom stepped slightly in front of us automatically.
AutumnThe first scream came from across the street.Sharp. Human. Immediate.Then another.People stumbled backward from the shattered storefront windows bordering the park as cracks spread through the glass in violent silver lines. Car alarms erupted one after another down the block, shrill and chaotic beneath the low hum now vibrating through the city itself.Not an earthquake.Worse.A resonance.My pulse slammed hard against my ribs.“Autumn!” Jade shouted through the phone.“I have to go.”“Don’t you dare hang up on me aga—”I ended the call and shoved the phone into my pocket just as another streetlamp burst overhead.Glass exploded across the sidewalk.Someone screamed my name.Not Jade. Not Tristan.A stranger.I turned sharply.A man stood near the park entrance staring directly at me, blood running from tiny cuts across his cheeks where shattered glass had struck him. His expression was blank. Wrong. Like sleepwalking through terror.Then he pointed at me slowly.“She’
The map wasn’t a map.It had no borders, no scale, no legend. No tidy promise of here is where you are and here is where you’re go
The page smelled like wax and stormlight.Not paper. Not age. Something sharper—ozone and old spells, like the air before a summer strike when the sky hasn’t decided whether to break yet.
Sorry about the hiatus. Needed to take soem time and regroup my thoughts on where this is going to go.
The journal was heavier than it looked.Not in weight alone, but in intention—as if the pages resisted being opened, as if they remembered every hand that had ever hesitated over them. The leather creaked softly w












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