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What Was Buried

Autor: Tizi Art
last update Data de publicação: 2026-05-09 04:29:22

The forest felt different on the way back.

Quieter.

But not peaceful.

Like something had been disturbed—and was now watching from beneath the silence.

I walked beside Ronan, matching his pace, though my mind was anything but steady.

The pull was gone.

But the memory of it—

The voice—

Still lingered.

“You knew,” I said finally.

Ronan didn’t look at me.

“Knew what?”

“That something like that existed.”

A pause.

Then—

“I suspected.”

That wasn’t the same.

But it wasn’t comforting ei
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  • REJECTED BY THE ALPHA, CLAIMED BY HIS ENEMY   The Awakening of Elyrion

    The chamber erupted into chaos. Silver light exploded from the throne in violent waves as the mountain shook hard enough to crack entire sections of the ceiling above them. The First King’s eye remained open beneath the throne. Watching. Waiting. Hungry. And Althea could feel herself slipping. Not physically. Something deeper. Like the resonance inside her was reaching a breaking point it could no longer hold back. “She’s losing control,” Seraphine snapped. Blue symbols ignited across her arms instantly as she stepped forward. “We end this now.” Elyria moved immediately in front of Althea. Silver light burst around her spirit form like fire. “No.” The word cracked through the chamber with terrifying force. Kael backed up several steps. “Right. Ancient magical civil war. Great.” Seraphine’s expression hardened. “If the awakening completes, he will anchor himself to her forever.” “She is the seal,” Elyria replied sharply. “She always was.” “And that is exactly the

  • REJECTED BY THE ALPHA, CLAIMED BY HIS ENEMY   The Key to the Prison

    The chamber exploded into motion. “No.” The word tore from Elyria instantly. Silver light surged violently around her form as the throne beneath the chamber cracked wider. The First King was listening. Waiting. Seraphine didn’t back down. “She deserves the truth.” “She is not ready for it.” “She stopped being unready the moment he touched her resonance.” The chamber shook harder. Like the argument itself was feeding the instability beneath the throne. Kael stepped backward carefully. “I would just like everyone to know I preferred the stage of this story where the biggest problem was emotional trauma.” No one acknowledged him. Again. Althea stared between Elyria and Seraphine, pulse hammering unevenly in her chest. “He can use me to break the seal?” Seraphine’s expression remained grim. “Yes.” “No,” Elyria snapped immediately. “He still requires full resonance alignment.” Seraphine looked at her sharply. “And how long before that happens?” Silence. Heavy. Ter

  • REJECTED BY THE ALPHA, CLAIMED BY HIS ENEMY   The Woman from the Forgotten House

    The chamber fell into complete silence. Even the throne stopped pulsing for one brief, unnatural second. As if the thing beneath it recognized the woman standing at the edge of the room. Kael looked between the newcomer and the glowing throne. Then slowly raised a hand. “No offense to everyone involved, but why does every ancient person in this story arrive with terrifying dramatic timing?” No one answered him. Again. The woman stepped further into the chamber. The blue markings across her gloves glowed faintly beneath the silver light, reacting against the resonance flooding the room. Not fighting it. Containing it. Elyria’s silver eyes narrowed sharply. “You should not exist.” The woman’s expression remained calm. “And yet here I am.” Althea stared at her. Something about this woman felt wrong. Not evil. Not dangerous in the same way as the First King. But hidden. Layered. Like she carried entire histories she had no intention of sharing. The woman finally loo

  • REJECTED BY THE ALPHA, CLAIMED BY HIS ENEMY   The Blood Seal

    The chamber trembled violently. Dust rained from the ceiling as silver fractures spread across the black stone beneath the throne, glowing brighter with every pulse of resonance flooding the room. And in the center of it all— Althea could feel something waking. Not fully. Not yet. But enough to make her blood turn cold. Kael tightened his grip around her arm as another crack split through the floor. “We need to leave,” he said sharply. For once, she didn’t argue. Because the thing beneath the throne no longer felt distant. It felt aware. Aware of her. Elyria stood near the glowing throne, her silver form flickering unevenly now. For the first time since appearing— she looked afraid. “The seal is weakening too quickly.” Althea turned toward her immediately. “You said my awakening was connected to this!” “It is.” “Then stop it!” The words echoed through the chamber— and the symbols beneath their feet exploded with silver light in response. Kael pointed accusingly

  • REJECTED BY THE ALPHA, CLAIMED BY HIS ENEMY   What the Council Buried

    The mountain shook again. Hard enough this time to crack stone along the corridor walls. Council guards immediately shifted into formation. Nightfall warriors answered just as quickly. Steel slid free from sheaths. Instinct. Fear. Preparation. But no one attacked. Because everyone understood something terrifying: Whatever was happening beneath Nightfall mattered more than pack politics now. Lucien’s gaze remained locked on Varis. “What exactly rises with her?” Varis didn’t answer immediately. His expression had grown darker with every tremor beneath the mountain. Not angry. Resigned. Below the chamber— the throne pulsed again. Silver light spread violently across the floor, illuminating the underground chamber in waves. Kael stepped protectively closer to Althea. “I really need ancient magical disasters to stop escalating every five minutes.” Normally she might have answered. But right now— she could barely breathe. The name still echoed inside her head. Hous

  • REJECTED BY THE ALPHA, CLAIMED BY HIS ENEMY   The Council’s Blood

    The silver light beneath the chamber flickered violently. Like two forces were fighting over control. One ancient. One imposed. Althea could feel it from below. Even through layers of stone. The pressure had changed. Sharpened. Interrupted. Above the chamber, deep within the Nightfall corridors, tension spread like wildfire. Nightfall warriors lined the halls. Council guards advanced in organized formation. And between them stood Ronan and Lucien. Neither moving. Neither backing down. The tremor beneath the mountain pulsed again. Lucien’s eyes narrowed instantly. “She’s down there.” Not a question. Ronan didn’t answer immediately. Which was answer enough. “You brought the Council here?” Lucien asked coldly. “I didn’t bring anyone.” But his expression had hardened. Because this was moving beyond Nightfall control. Fast. Heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor behind the Council guard. Calm. Measured. Authoritative. And the moment Ronan heard them— his ex

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