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Chapter Twenty-four: The Mask Of Stillness

ผู้เขียน: Wisdom Nkwocha
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Ian’s POV

Consciousness slammed into my chest, like lightning to a copper spine.

A scream - no, a presence - tore through my ribs and splintered bone from within. I jackknifed upright in bed, a gasping moan flying out of my mouth before I even knew I was awake.

My hands flew to my chest. It throbbed like someone had punched me through time. I shifted back on the bed, eyes wide, breath coming in rattled pulls.

Ashval... He... he was back inside.

I was now in control of my body.

My room.

I was in my room.

But something was wrong.

The candle wax in the corner had dried into a yellowed smear. My eyes darted - left, right, up to the ceiling. Down to my torso.

My clothes.

My heart did a fierce thud. “H-how-”

The fabric I was putting on before was torn. Ragged from Kaelric’s brute hands. The memory surged like acid; Kaelric, his body, crushing mine, breath hot, eyes wild with something twisted and cruel.

"The bells," I whispered. My voice cracked like ice underfoot.
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  • SAVING ALPHA THORNE: THE MOONBOUND PACT   Chapter Twenty-four: The Mask Of Stillness

    Ian’s POV Consciousness slammed into my chest, like lightning to a copper spine. A scream - no, a presence - tore through my ribs and splintered bone from within. I jackknifed upright in bed, a gasping moan flying out of my mouth before I even knew I was awake. My hands flew to my chest. It throbbed like someone had punched me through time. I shifted back on the bed, eyes wide, breath coming in rattled pulls. Ashval... He... he was back inside. I was now in control of my body. My room. I was in my room. But something was wrong. The candle wax in the corner had dried into a yellowed smear. My eyes darted - left, right, up to the ceiling. Down to my torso. My clothes. My heart did a fierce thud. “H-how-” The fabric I was putting on before was torn. Ragged from Kaelric’s brute hands. The memory surged like acid; Kaelric, his body, crushing mine, breath hot, eyes wild with something twisted and cruel. "The bells," I whispered. My voice cracked like ice underfoot.

  • SAVING ALPHA THORNE: THE MOONBOUND PACT   Chapter Twenty-three: The Corridor Of Blood And Storm

    Ashval's POV I was running. My boots pounded against the cold stone of the dim corridor. The flickering torchlight in the sconces wasn’t enough to push back the gloom, but I didn’t need it. Vision that didn’t belong to me shone bright red, piercing through the dark. Every muscle in my body burned with a heat I couldn’t name. Every thought in my head spiraled around one name. Selene’s last words to me when she gave me the magical flower, reverberated in my head. Energy rippled inside me. Strength. Resolution burning bright. Ian. I need to reach his chamber before anybody finds out. I need to protect him. Suddenly, my heart thundered in my chest, not just from exertion but from fear. A fear that clawed its way up my throat. Something was wrong. I felt it in my bones. That’s when someone appeared. A cloaked man, draped in a black robe, hood shadowing his face, stepped out of the darkness ahead of me. My feet skidded to a halt, breath caught in my lungs. The wizard. I turned sha

  • SAVING ALPHA THORNE: THE MOONBOUND PACT   Chapter Twenty-two: Runes, Rose, Rage, And Red

    Ashval's POV GBAM!! The shrine door slammed shut behind us with force. Dark magic. After Kaelric, Vashti, and Shabari. They were already moving. Then, the illusion cloaking us vanished, dissolving like breath on glass and the raw urgency in her purple eyes struck like a slap. The softness she wore before - the gentleness, the glow - was gone. In its place stood something hard. Warrior. Goddess. Command. “Ian is in danger,” she said, voice tight as a bowstring. “You must leave now. They mustn’t reach his chamber before you do.” I shook my head, heart pounding. “But the pelt-” My gaze darted to where the altar had once been, now sunken into the cold ground. “It’s our only chance to save Thorne-” “Leave the pelt for now!” Selene’s voice cracked through the air like thunder. “You’ll return for it. But if Ian dies, you all die. Including Thorne.” That hit like a blade. I looked to the floor where the altar had been. Nothing remained of it or the jar. Only the memory of the runes

  • SAVING ALPHA THORNE: THE MOONBOUND PACT   Chapter Twenty-one: Veiled In Moonlight, Cloaked In Truth

    Ashval's POV Just then, the doors of the shrine groaned open once more with that serpentine exhale, the sound of breath slipping between the fangs of gods. Cold air slinked through the shrine, heavy with secrets. I froze. Even within the cage of Ian’s flesh, I felt it, that sacred air shift and ripple. My heart thundered. I turned swiftly, facing her. Selene. And my eyes screamed the words my mouth couldn’t. “Do something, mother!” She moved like mist, like memory, silent and soft. One swift turn of her hand and her cloak unfurled like a storm-born wing, sweeping around me. A veil of magic cloaked us both, rendering us as whispers within the walls. Not seen. Not heard. Not known. It hid us. Swallowed our scents. Made us one with shadow. But even as we vanished from sight, I trembled inside this flesh. To stand so near to her, so near to divinity, unsettled me. Not merely for the raw power that shimmered off her skin like heat from a forge, but for the memories her pr

  • SAVING ALPHA THORNE: THE MOONBOUND PACT   Chapter Twenty: A Jar That Bled Memory

    Ashval's POV My vision twisted. And the world unraveled into green fire. Blinding. Liquid. Divine. The air thickened, and every stone in the chamber bled with eldritch colors, swirling like a cursed kaleidoscope. I looked through his eyes. Moved with his limbs. But it wasn't Ian breathing anymore. It was me. Ashval. It wasn’t planned. Never intentional. I didn’t mean to shove him inward, to crawl into the light. But something called me. Pulled me. A force ancient and irresistible. The jar. It had awakened something deep inside this shared vessel - me. Not Ian. Not the boy. But Ashval, the soul-born echo that nestled in his bones. It thrummed. A whisper from the bones of the earth. From deep within Ian’s gut. A cry ancient and sharp. It gripped me. Dragged me. My boots echoed softly as I advanced, each step stolen from the gods. I had no scroll, no rite that told me this was possible - a spirit wolf being beckoned by an object. I stepped forward slowly, eyes locked on

  • SAVING ALPHA THORNE: THE MOONBOUND PACT   Chapter Nineteen: The Gate That Should Not Open

    Ian's POV Every footfall I took echoed not just ahead, but behind me. Twice over. As if the air itself was imitating me, mocking my presence with phantom steps. Something was following. I could feel it. No matter how many times I twisted around, eyes scanning the shadows, nothing was there. I hadn’t gone far when something hit my nostrils and I froze. Their scents! All three of them! Jasmine. Honey. And beneath it, something rancid and smoky. Burnt myrrh. My breath ceased. Luna Vashti’s incense. The signature stench of deceit, of cold temples and colder secrets. Then came the too-sweet, suffocating perfume - Shabari. That cloying, heady scent that always made me want to throw up. Fading, flickering, like his presence often did. And last - Kaelric. His scent was unmistakable: crushed lilac and cold iron. Winter steel and brittle calm. All three of them. Their essence thickened the air like fog. They’d been down here. Or... They were already here. It started slowly at first.

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