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Chapter 67: The Wolve She Handed Me To

Author: VANCIA
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Light found me first.

Not the warm flicker of dawn nor the amber hush of twilight, but something colder, paler—thin and sterile, diffused through something distant. It pressed behind my eyelids like a memory I hadn’t meant to keep. It wasn’t cruel, not exactly, but it held no warmth, no welcome—only persistence, like fingers trailing down the spine of a book I hadn’t meant to open.

I didn’t move at first.

My breath was shallow, like the echo of breath rather than breath itself. My limbs were numb, not in pain, just… removed. As if I were thinking about my body from somewhere else. It took time—time I couldn’t name—for me to blink. And even when my lashes parted, it was slow, deliberate. The light didn't sear, but it felt wrong, like I wasn’t supposed to be here, like this place had been meant for someone else.

A ceiling greeted me.

Plain. Pale. High. It was laced with faint cracks, delicate as frost on glass, stretching overhead in branching patterns too fragile to follow. I stared at
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  • THE AUREUM TRIAL: BLOOD OATH   Chapter 67: The Wolve She Handed Me To

    Light found me first.Not the warm flicker of dawn nor the amber hush of twilight, but something colder, paler—thin and sterile, diffused through something distant. It pressed behind my eyelids like a memory I hadn’t meant to keep. It wasn’t cruel, not exactly, but it held no warmth, no welcome—only persistence, like fingers trailing down the spine of a book I hadn’t meant to open.I didn’t move at first.My breath was shallow, like the echo of breath rather than breath itself. My limbs were numb, not in pain, just… removed. As if I were thinking about my body from somewhere else. It took time—time I couldn’t name—for me to blink. And even when my lashes parted, it was slow, deliberate. The light didn't sear, but it felt wrong, like I wasn’t supposed to be here, like this place had been meant for someone else.A ceiling greeted me.Plain. Pale. High. It was laced with faint cracks, delicate as frost on glass, stretching overhead in branching patterns too fragile to follow. I stared at

  • THE AUREUM TRIAL: BLOOD OATH   Chapter 66: The Memory That Wasn't Mine

    I stepped through the door—and the void swallowed me whole.There was no threshold, no tangible shift beneath my feet to mark the transition. One moment, I was fleeing down that corridor carved of nightmare and panic, the echo of a scream still caught in the cage of my ribs. The next, all sensation fell away—gravity, direction, breath itself—and I was once again suspended in the same obsidian hush, the dark not simply surrounding me but seeping through me, into me, as if it had been waiting, patient and possessive, for my inevitable return.The door behind me did not close.It simply ceased.And I—fragile and shivering, clutching at the phantom ache where hands had pinned me, where fear had etched itself into the curve of my spine—drifted in that terrible, soundless blackness, paralyzed by the weight of what I had remembered… and what I had not.I couldn’t tell how long I floated there, if floating was even the right word. Time unraveled in the dark. Seconds folded into minutes folded

  • THE AUREUM TRIAL: BLOOD OATH   Chapter 65:When the Void Bleeds Red

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    He bowed.Not deeply—never deeply—but with the exact precision that such a gesture demanded in the company of nobility and illusion. His posture dipped just enough to acknowledge the formality of the moment, just enough to render it a performance of etiquette rather than sentiment. And when he rose again, eyes locked with mine beneath the fractal shimmer of the chandeliers, he extended his hand.Not forcefully. Not urgently.But with the quiet confidence of someone who had already decided how the next moment would unfold.His palm was gloved, dark against the spill of candlelight, and open toward me—not demanding, not coaxing, merely waiting. As though the act of refusal itself would be a disruption of natural law, a thing so unthinkable it simply would not happen.I did not take it.Not yet.I couldn’t. My thoughts were clattering too loudly, slipping through my ribs like panicked birds in a cage. Somewhere far behind him—no more than a dozen feet, yet an entire world away—I saw her.

  • THE AUREUM TRIAL: BLOOD OATH   Chapter 63: The Heir’s Selection: The Dance He Dared to Ask

    I did not mean to look at him—did not want to. The intention was never there, only the inevitable gravity of it, the impossible weight that seemed to curl around my spine and tilt my chin upward before I had the presence of mind to resist it. My gaze flicked upward, brief as a breath held too long and released too suddenly, and in that fragile moment—barely more than a blink—I met his eyes.And the world, for a heartbeat, ceased its turning.Atlas Blackwood stood not ten feet from where I stood frozen, and though there were people all around us, pressing in with polite murmurs and silken laughter and the rustling hush of formalwear sweeping marble floors, I could not hear a single voice, nor see a single face. There was only him, carved in shadow and candlelight, tall and terrifyingly still in his dark maroon tailored coat that gleamed faintly beneath the ballroom's golden glow like it had been stitched from starlight and grave intentions.My breath caught—or perhaps it never made it

  • THE AUREUM TRIAL: BLOOD OATH   Chapter 62: Seen By the One Who Should Not See

    The moment my name passed through Professor Marwood’s mouth, the silence became alive.“Aubrey Sinclair,” he said, not with warmth nor condemnation, but with the impassive gravity of a man delivering a verdict carved in stone. “Of no formal House. Bloodline… unregistered. Ashwood Academy’s first ever admitted Omega.”The words didn’t fall like feathers—they struck like stones.Each syllable felt like it echoed twice, once in the air and once inside my chest, a slow thunder that rolled and reverberated long after the sound itself had faded. My name. My blood. My station. Exposed. Declared. Final. And the crowd—oh, the crowd responded not with noise, but with stillness. With an almost unholy kind of quiet. One born not of reverence, but of recoil.The ballroom, once brimming with candlelight and enchantment, now felt too bright, too sharp. Every shimmering veil and glass of champagne seemed to have frozen mid-breath, caught in the act of pretending that this place—this moment—was untouc

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