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EYES IN THE DARK
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MOONBOUND DESIRE BLOOD OATHS AND BURNING TRUTH
The chamber fell into a brittle silence.Selene stood motionless, her pulse thunderous in her ears. The words still echoed: “The mark has awakened. And with it, the curse.”Ruvan’s hand hovered near her shoulder, but he didn’t touch her—perhaps afraid she would shatter. A soft red light flickered from the mark now glowing on her collarbone, pulsing with a strange rhythm, like a second heartbeat.“I don’t understand,” she whispered, eyes flickering between the coven’s elders who had gathered in haste. “You said the mark was dormant. That the moonstone’s binding kept it sealed.”Eira stepped forward, her ceremonial robe brushing the floor like a ghost’s whisper. Her voice trembled, not from fear—but from the weight of truth. “The moonstone’s power has limits. It was never a permanent seal, only a delay. The moment your soul bonded with the Alpha… it broke.”Selene's eyes snapped to Ruvan.His jaw clenched, but his expression held no regret.“You knew this might happen,” she breathed, ta
MOONBOUND DESIRE THE FORGOTTEN STAR
The Hollow’s pulse was different now.It didn’t tremble—it listened. As if the land itself was leaning in, waiting to see what Elira would do next.She stood in the old war room beneath the temple’s roots, the map spread out before her like a prophecy waiting to be spoken aloud. The star she had drawn the night before still burned faintly in silver ink, though no one else could see its glow.Theron stood beside her, arms folded, brow furrowed in thought. Naeria moved quietly across the chamber, gathering scrolls older than the Hollow itself. Rowan and Selene sat in the shadows, polishing weapons that might never touch their intended foe. Kael was pacing. As always.“This place,” Elira said, pointing to the distant star, “is older than any city. Older than any empire. It predates the Hollow. Even Aeltharuun.”Naeria’s voice was quiet. “It’s not just a place. It’s a memory. The gods buried it after the War of Names.”Kael paused mid-stride. “And you think that’s where Vyreth’s undoing l
MOONBOUND DESIRE WHISPERS IN THE FLAME
The Hollow was quiet.Too quiet.For days after sealing the Rift, the forest had fallen into an unnatural stillness. The trees barely swayed. No wolves howled beneath the moon. The wind passed through the valley like a ghost, carrying the scent of old stone and distant fires.Elira knew better than to trust silence.It had always been the prelude to something else—change, arrival, or loss.She stood at the edge of the reflecting pool in the heart of the Hollow, her fingertips brushing the water’s surface. The moon’s reflection wavered, though the wind did not blow.Theron approached, wrapped in his dark cloak, face half-lit by torchlight.“It’s too still,” he said.“I know.”Naeria’s voice rang out behind them. “The stars have stopped moving again. They held steady for three nights.”“That hasn’t happened since…” Elira turned.“Since the beginning,” Naeria finished grimly. “Since your return from Aeltharuun.”A beat of silence.Then Naeria continued, voice lower, more reverent.“This
MOONBOUND DESIRE THE RIFT STIRS
The fire wouldn’t go out.Elira had tried to smother it with magic, with silence, even with sleep—but still it burned in her chest. Not pain. Not sickness. Just a persistent heat, slow and steady, like her very blood was responding to something far away.She paced the perimeter of the Ember Court at dawn, wind thick with ash and tension. Every step she took echoed too loudly in the stone corridors. Every breath carried the scent of the old blade fragment that pulsed inside her satchel like a second heartbeat.The Rift was stirring.And it was calling her name.---Theron found her in the outer garden, eyes locked on the shifting horizon.“You didn’t sleep.”“I can’t,” she replied without turning. “Every time I close my eyes, I see it.”“The Rift?”She nodded.He took a step closer. “Then we face it. Together.”Elira exhaled. “Theron… What if going to it breaks me?”“What if not going to it breaks the world?”She met his gaze.There were no answers—only choices.And Elira had made hers
MOONBOUND DESIRE EMBERS AND ECHOES
The sky was no longer familiar.Since her return, Elira had watched the stars every night, and they were shifting. Slowly, deliberately. One by one, constellations twisted into new alignments. Ancient maps turned into riddles. The Hollow pulsed differently now. Not wrong, just changed—like it was stretching in anticipation of something long denied.The world was waiting for a name.And it was hers.---In the weeks following her return from Aeltharuun, Elira had become something more than a guardian.Not royalty, though the Seabound called her their queen reborn.Not a goddess, though magic bent toward her like gravity.She was simply Elira—flame-keeper, tidewalker, and balance-bound soul. The Hollow accepted her more fully now, allowing her to access its deeper layers—runes that hadn’t glowed for centuries now lit beneath her fingers. Her voice, when raised in command, echoed through stone and shadow.But with power came disruption.Spirits stirred uneasily.The elder wolves, once di
MOONBOUND DESIRE TIDEWROUGHT MEMORY
The waves rolled in a rhythm older than time, carrying with them the murmur of forgotten gods. Aeltharuun pulsed with quiet life beneath the starlit waters above, each ripple of the ocean sky overhead reminding Elira that she was no longer in any realm she had known.She stood on the island’s high ridge, barefoot, wind cutting through her cloak as sea-mist clung to her skin. The Seabound had led her to a place they called The Heart of the Drowned. It was not a place of worship—it was a place of reckoning.Below her, nestled in the center of the isle’s lagoon, floated a massive circular platform of blackstone and pearl. Sigils carved into its edges glowed faintly in time with her pulse. It was calling to her. Not in words, but in sensation—a magnetic pull in her bones.“You must go alone,” said the Seabound leader, who had since revealed her name: Ysvienne.“I expected that,” Elira replied.Ysvienne studied her. “Once you enter, the memory will unfold. You must walk its path. But know
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