Se connecterMattheus Jade Fallow. Not Zero. Not anymore. But the reintegration did not erase what Zero had felt. If anything, it amplified everything. The truth hit me with a force that made my chest ache physically, a deep bruise that would not fade any time soon. Zero had loved them. Both of them. Aldric with his steady presence and unspoken devotion. Seraphiel with his sharp edges and hidden warmth. And they had sealed me. Divided me. Reduced me to a fragment and not because they were afraid. Because they wanted to contain and possess, the prophecy demanded something neither of them had been willing to risk... if they hadn't forcefully sealed him.. something far more terrible than Aldric currently realises would happen. I understood the truth now. They had not acted out of malice. They had acted out of desperation. And that made it worse. Malice could be hated. Desperation could only be understood. And understanding hurt more than anything else. My mind threatened to drown in the weight
The impact had not been gentle at all. Zero lay where he had fallen, his body half turned against fractured stone, breath shallow but steady. Dust still drifted through the air around him, his ribs should have been broken from the impact, but oddly.. he seemed fine. The ground beneath him had caved slightly from the force that struck him down, a shallow crater marking the place where everything had shifted. Above him whilst his eye still closed, the sky stretched wide and distant, colorless in its stillness. The world outside continued as if nothing had happened. But within him, everything had. Darkness came first. It was vast and quiet. A place without edges or time. And he was not alone. Zero stood there, though he had no memory of rising. His body felt whole, untouched by injury, untouched by weight. He looked down at his hands slowly, turning them as if expecting to find something different. There was nothing. Just him. Or so he thought. A presence stirre
The impact had not been gentle at all. Zero lay where he had fallen, his body half turned against fractured stone, breath shallow but steady. Dust still drifted through the air around him, his ribs should have been broken from the impact, but oddly.. he seemed fine. The ground beneath him had caved slightly from the force that struck him down, a shallow crater marking the place where everything had shifted. Above him whilst his eye still closed, the sky stretched wide and distant, colorless in its stillness. The world outside continued as if nothing had happened. But within him, everything had. Darkness came first. It was vast and quiet. A place without edges or time. And he was not alone. Zero stood there, though he had no memory of rising. His body felt whole, untouched by injury, untouched by weight. He looked down at his hands slowly, turning them as if expecting to find something different. There was nothing. Just him. Or so he thought. A presence stirre
The sky above the vampire realm still had not changed.It was a still endless night. Still painted in deep violet and black. Still heavy with the scent of blood and old power that clung to every inch of the land.But Seraphiel felt it differently now.Every step he took across the stone path leading toward his ancestral estate felt… wrong.He one minute ago was enjoying life with his beloved, the next minute, he was swallowed up and thrust back into his cage.The gates loomed ahead, tall and ironbound, carved with ancient sigils that pulsed faintly as he approached. They recognized him.They opened without resistance.He stepped through.The moment he crossed the threshold, something inside him twisted.Remembering the years he spent in this dark tower, with the Blood Mother.It came from deeper. From somewhere buried beneath years of control, restraint, identity.He stopped walking.His breath slowed.His eyes darkened slightly as he tried to steady himself.No.Not now. He couldn't
The silence did not break after the words were spoken.It deepened.Aldric stood exactly where he was, his posture unyielding, his gaze fixed on the figure before him. The words echoed in his mind."The son of Yao."The name meant nothing to him.But for some reasons… it lingered.There was no flicker of recognition. Not even an ounce of memory stirred. Only irritation.A slow, cold irritation that settled beneath his skin.The being before him did not seem concerned by his silence. If anything, it appeared… patient. As though time itself bent to its convenience, and doing them a favour.“We have come for you,” the figure continued, the voice still echoing within Aldric’s mind. “You will leave this realm and come with us.”Behind him, the tension in the hall thickened. The werewolves lining the walls shifted uneasily, their instincts screaming at them, though none dared to move without command. Even their fear was restrained by generations of discipline.“You do not belong here,” ano
Aldric stood in the grand hall of his ancestral castle. The towering stone walls rose around him like silent guardians. Torches burned with steady blue flames along the columns. The air carried the familiar scent of aged marble and distant rain. Yet something felt deeply wrong. A heavy silence pressed down on the entire realm. It was not the peaceful quiet of an empty hall. It was the silence of defeat. Of something vast and unstoppable having already passed through. He walked slowly through the corridor that led to the throne room. His steps echoed too loudly in the emptiness. Servants and guards who usually moved with purpose now stood frozen in place. Their heads were bowed. Their shoulders slumped. Every single one of them looked broken. Humbled into smithereens. These were proud warriors of the old blood. Wolves who had ruled their territories for centuries. Now they looked like empty shells. His father waited at the end of the hall. The elder vampire sat upon the high th
The world changed the moment we crossed over.It was a sharp transition, no longer the threatening claws of the darkness of wolves or screaming howls that permeated that academy airs. It was softer than that, more unsettling and eerie. One step I was standing beneath familiar stars, the next the a
I tried not to think of my kiss with Seraphiel, it felt like a crime to think about him. Why? Because he's a fucking VAMPIRE!! I couldn't lie to myself by saying he took advantage of me.. actually he did. But his.. was different. Did I like it? I guess we'll never know. Taking my mind of the boy
The world tilted sideways after the spar. That punch to my face knocked out my brains for a huge second.I knew something was wrong the moment my legs stopped listening to me. The training ring blurred at the edges, the sounds of snarls and shouts dulling into a a string of hum, it almost felt as t
I woke to warmth. For a few slow seconds, I thought I was dreaming. My body felt heavy, cocooned, held in a way that made my breathing even out before I realized why. The scent hit me next. Dark. Familiar. Steel and night and something unmistakably alive. It was Aldric. I stiffened. I was p







