LOGINJadeThe Hollow was not a place. It was the negative space between realities, the echo of every story left unfinished, every promise whispered and almost broken. It breathed in the dark and shimmered at the edge of memory, waiting for someone brave—or desperate—enough to cross its threshold.It was a feeling—weightless, endless, memory-drenched and constantly shifting. Sometimes it felt like falling through water and sometimes like standing in sunlight that never quite warmed the skin. Time here was elastic, stretched thin over the bones of longing.Jade clutched Tristan’s hand as they stepped through the gate, swallowed by light that flickered between silver and bone. It wasn’t warmth or cold that greeted them, but a shock of recognition—as if the Hollow itself remembered their names and every secret they carried.The
POV: Jade and TristanJadeShe felt it in her bones first—a low vibration, skimming through marrow and memory, as if the world itself was holding its breath. The sensation was both warning and promise, a signal that something irrevocable had shifted.A pull. Not physical, but a tug at the edge of her soul, drawing her forward, urging her to the place where endings and beginnings tangled together.A hum. It thrummed in her blood, tuned to the same impossible frequency as the Hollow itself—a resonance that made her teeth ache and the world blur around the edges.A flicker of breath not her own, curling around her ribs like silver thread. She almost mistook it for fear, but it was something older—a memory of being called by name beneath a sky full of stars, of holding a secret too fragile for daylight.Autumn
The gate didn’t look like a door. It shimmered at the edge of sight, a rift woven from memory and longing, both invitation and warning. Its boundaries were uncertain, flickering between the world of the living and the realm of what-could-have-been. Sometimes it was barely more than a shimmer, a distortion in the air, the way heat bends a summer road. Sometimes it was a wound, thin and aching, pulsing with all the things left unsaid.It looked like memory. Not any one memory, but the sensation of remembering itself—a haze of color, scent, and feeling, impossible to hold. Glimmers of childhood laughter, the weight of loss, the sharpness of first hope. The moment before waking, when everything makes sense and then vanishes.Silver ripples in the air, flickering like the surface of a still lake right before a storm. Each ripple carried fragments of voices—laughter, weeping, a child calling f
The Council moved at midnight. Outside, the orchard soaked up the moonlight, trees casting tangled shadows that writhed across frostbitten earth. The air was sharp with anticipation, every leaf and blade of grass holding its breath.They came cloaked in silence, wrapped in sacred wards and assassination rites, thirteen strong and terrified. Each step was measured, boots muffled by layers of concealment charms, hearts pounding in unison beneath the folds of their ceremonial robes.They told themselves it was a precaution.That Autumn Jordan was not their enemy—yet.That this was containment, not execution.But the Hollow does not care about intention.
Tristan He felt it before he saw it. An ache behind his eyes, a prickle along his skin, as if the world itself had drawn a sharp breath and held it. The silence rang louder than bells, unsettling the dust in the corners of the old house. A pressure drop. The air thickening, heavy and electric, as if a storm crouched just out of sight. His bond mark ignited just above his ribs, a flare of heat and memory that made him stagger, clutching at the balcony rail. The kind of magic that didn’t ask for permission. Didn’t whisper. It roared. He stood at the balcony of the Mirabella estate, watching the sky flicker between dusk and something stranger. The sun hadn’t set, but the light had… bent, pooling in corners and rippling across the fiel
Jade wasn’t asleep.She wasn’t awake, either.She was adrift—suspended in that thin place just beneath dreaming, where memories and magic blur into one long hallway of half-formed truths. The air shimmered with impossible colors, and every footstep echoed with the weight of someone else’s longing. Shadows drifted past her, whispering names she’d almost forgotten.She felt the pain. Distant. Like thunder behind a wall. It rolled through her, slow and relentless, a reminder she was still tethered to a body somewhere far away. Sometimes the ache sharpened, bright and quick as lightning. Mostly it lingered, dull and heavy, just on the edge of consciousness.She felt the bond. Thin. Splintered. Still there. It glimmered at the edge of her awareness, a silver thread fraying but unbroken, tugging her gently ba
“Ah, so Jaiden has conveniently neglected to mention that he has more older siblings than just Tristan? It's intriguing to think about what other secrets he might be hiding from his companions.” Alexis cast a teasing glance at Haiden, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. However, deep down, she
Classes were pretty normal, boring but normal, taking notes having tests, but boring none the less. On the weekends, I would go out to the bars with Jade and go on little shopping sprees. Homecoming came and went. Alex came to visit then to see how we were doing and of course he dragged us to the f
A month had gone by and I saw Tristan here and there and it was becoming more apparent that he was hiding something from me. Just last night he asked me to be his girlfriend and I said yes but at the same time I was sad because I'm leaving tomorrow and he's not moving there with me but he promised
We arrived at the mall, and frankly, Jade and I were ready to shop until we dropped. Which seemed Likely at this mall. We went to Sephora, Coach, DSW, Old Navy, Ulta and many more stores. The guys hoped for the day to end at any time. We shopped for a couple hours and Tristan handed me some gorgeou







