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Chapter Twenty-four: After the Shattering
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The corridor pulsed with strange light—dreamlike and heavy, as if time had slowed just to watch Seraphina falter.“I can’t believe you did that,” she hissed, whirling around to face Lucan. Her voice echoed through the empty hall like a strike of thunder.Lucan stood still, his expression unreadable. “It was the only way to keep you safe.”“Safe?” Her laugh was sharp and bitter. “You think dragging me into that dream—into your memory—was safe?”His jaw clenched. “You were already slipping. The dream was coming for you, whether I brought you there or not.”She stepped back, her hand instinctively curling over the still-warm rune on her chest. “You don’t get to decide for me. Not this time.”Lucan took a step closer. “I didn’t decide for you. I gave you the truth.”“The truth you were so scared to tell me you waited five lives to speak it,” she snapped. “What else haven’t you said? What else are you hiding?”Silence stretched between them.Finally, Lucan exhaled, and for once, the darkne
Incubus Reborn: Sleepless promise Chapter Twenty-Four: After the Shattering
Seraphina’s fingers drummed on the ruined altar’s edge as Lucan knelt beside her.“Are you breathing?” he asked.Her laugh came out uneven. “Barely.”He touched her forehead. “You did it.”Dust motes drifted in the moonlight through the shattered ceiling. The air felt lighter—charge gone, silence heavy.“I thought we’d die,” Seraphina whispered.Lucan gave her a stiff smile. “Not on my watch.”A flicker in the shadows caught her eye. Astra emerged, silent and sure.“It is done,” she said, clearing her throat. “The fissure is sealed.”Seraphina exhaled, shoulders slumping. “I can’t believe it.”Lucan rose slowly, brushing ash from his coat. “Neither can I.”They turned toward Astra, who held a torn fragment of rune—smoldering faintly.“This piece,” Astra said evenly, “needs to go in the archives. It belongs to history.”Seraphina touched the fragment carefully. “We destroyed the altar, but this stayed behind?”“It’s part of the mechanism,” Astra explained. “Buried too deep to vanish en
Incubus Reborn: Sleepless promise Chapter Twenty-four: After the Shattering
The altar lay in ruins. Jagged stone shards glowed dimly, like dying embers scattered over the ancient chamber floor. Seraphina and Lucan collapsed to their knees among the wreckage, hearts pounding and lungs burning from the power they’d just released. Silence followed them—heavy, suffocating, and strangely full.Seraphina tasted copper on her tongue; sweat dripped down her temples like tears. Lucan’s wing, torn at the tip, draped protectively over her shoulders. His breath came in ragged gasps. “We did it,” he murmured, voice hoarse.She pressed her palm against her pounding heart. No rune glowed. Just her flesh, alive again. “It’s over?”Lucan closed his eyes, letting her words sink in. “At least for now.”They rose slowly, supporting each other. The chamber’s moonlit ceiling no longer rippled; the veil seemed stable. The weight lifted from their chests felt enormous, final—like exhaling a lifetime.A movement in the darkness at the room’s edge caught her eye. Astra emerged, her wh
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The rain outside Duskmoor Academy had slowed to a mist, but inside Seraphina’s chest, a storm still raged. She stood in the dusty tower’s stairwell, hands gripping the railing so tightly her knuckles ached. Dreams, curses, lifetimes—how could a single life hold so much weight?Shadows pressed in around her. The rune on her palm pulsed, hotter now, its warmth sinking deeper than skin. It made her hand feel heavy—like she was carrying some ancient burden.She hadn’t seen Lucan since the last dreamwalk. He was absent from the library, the halls, even her thoughts. That absence terrified her—not because he was gone, but because he wasn’t trying to stop her anymore.Silence filled the corridors like fog. She pushed open the heavy oak door to the Hall of Echoes. Duskmoor’s halls were always hushed, but tonight, they seemed alive—listening. Her footsteps echoed. Lanterns overhead flickered one by one, as if turning to watch.Then came footsteps that were not hers.Cael appeared at the far en
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The dream was red again.Not the gentle hue of morning light or the warmth of a fading sun—but a dark, pulsing crimson, like blood spilled on glass. Seraphina stood in a vast hall of mirrors, the air thick with tension and memory. The ground beneath her rippled, not with water, but with the shimmer of something older than stone or flame—time, perhaps, or forgotten magic.And she was alone.No Lucan. No Astra. Only silence. The kind that felt alive, like it waited to swallow her whole.A low, distant hum echoed around her. She turned in slow circles, heart pounding, searching for the sound’s source. The mirrors remained blank, lifeless. Then one of them cracked—just a sliver, like a hairline fracture in reality. And from that crack, a voice bled out.“You’re almost at the gate.”Seraphina froze. The voice wasn’t unfamiliar, though she’d never heard it before. It was male, ancient, threaded with something like regret.Another mirror cracked. Then another.The sound grew louder, not just
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Seraphina woke to the sound of her own breathing—shallow, uneven. The infirmary walls glowed with a soft violet light that wasn’t there before, casting long shadows over the shelves and cots. Her hand drifted toward her chest, where the rune still pulsed like a second heartbeat, dim but present.The room was quiet, too quiet.She sat up slowly, her muscles aching as though she’d run a marathon in her sleep. The sheets stuck to her back, damp with sweat. Something had shifted. She could feel it—like the air was thicker, charged.Then she heard the creak.She turned.Lucan stood by the doorway, partially shrouded in shadow. His coat was torn at the shoulder, his knuckles scraped raw. He didn’t say anything. He just looked at her, like he wasn’t sure if she was real.“You’re hurt,” she whispered, pushing off the bed.He stepped back when she approached. Not far. Just enough to stop her.“I’m fine,” he said, his voice too soft. “You’re the one who—”“I’m fine too,” she interrupted. “Bette
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