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THE BLADE BENEATH THE SKIN

Auteur: Cynera
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Chapter 22 –

** Something in the Walls**

The fire no longer soothed her.

It still responded to her command, still obeyed her touch—but Seraphine had begun to notice a second sensation crawling at the edges of her magic.

Something cold.

Wrong.

Watching.

She stood at the window of her private chambers, far above the manor’s war rooms, overlooking the north gardens. The moonlight painted the stone silver, soft, almost peaceful.

But her instincts were screaming.

She turned.

No one was there.

But still... she *knew*.

She’d always been able to sense when danger was near — a heat in the blood, a flicker in the flame. But this was different. This wasn’t heat. It was the *absence* of it.

She walked slowly to the door, hand resting on the dagger at her hip. The air felt thicker, like walking through breath held too long.

“Reyna,” she called softly through the guard’s wardstone. “Double the hall patrols. Quietly.”

“Yes, Your Grace,” came the reply.

She turned again.

And that’s when she saw it:

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    Chapter 22 – ** Something in the Walls**The fire no longer soothed her.It still responded to her command, still obeyed her touch—but Seraphine had begun to notice a second sensation crawling at the edges of her magic.Something cold.Wrong.Watching.She stood at the window of her private chambers, far above the manor’s war rooms, overlooking the north gardens. The moonlight painted the stone silver, soft, almost peaceful.But her instincts were screaming.She turned.No one was there.But still... she *knew*.She’d always been able to sense when danger was near — a heat in the blood, a flicker in the flame. But this was different. This wasn’t heat. It was the *absence* of it.She walked slowly to the door, hand resting on the dagger at her hip. The air felt thicker, like walking through breath held too long.“Reyna,” she called softly through the guard’s wardstone. “Double the hall patrols. Quietly.”“Yes, Your Grace,” came the reply.She turned again.And that’s when she saw it:

  • THE HEIR AND THE HOLLOW VOW   WHAT THE FIRE FORGETS

    **Chapter 21 – **The Watcher in the Hall**The Vault door sealed behind her with a deep, bone-humming thud.The air in the corridor felt colder now. Still thick with old magic, but heavier — as if the manor itself sensed a shift in its mistress.Seraphine’s footsteps echoed down the hall, each one slower than the last.Her mother’s words still rang in her skull:> *Become the Flame. Or become the End.*Her fingers brushed the hilt of her dagger. The fire inside her wasn’t just responding anymore — it was anticipating. Hungry. Watching the world the way predators do, not prey.She paused before the spiral stair.The silence wasn’t empty.Someone was watching her.Her shoulders stiffened. She turned, eyes scanning the shadows between torch sconces. Nothing moved. No breath. No whisper.But she wasn’t wrong.Magic tingled at her neck. The same feeling she got in the Tribunal’s presence — unseen eyes, old and cruel.She whispered a warning in Hollow tongue, a charm of protection her moth

  • THE HEIR AND THE HOLLOW VOW   THE QUEEN MUST BLEED

    **Chapter 20 – The Gathering Storm The Hollow Manor stood wrapped in silence, but it was the kind that came before screams. War was coming. From the battlements, Seraphine could see the red haze crawling across the horizon — not fire, not yet — just dust and dread. The Tribunal’s paladins were moving like a stormfront, slow and certain. They didn’t hide. They wanted her to see. Behind her, the council chamber buzzed with voices. Urgent. Divided. “They’ll breach the first wall by dusk,” said Commander Reyna, pacing. “We’ve tripled the eastern wards, but if they’ve brought Devourers…” “We’ll lose the outer ring,” General Neris finished grimly. “No,” Seraphine said from the window. “We hold.” The room fell quiet. “Send the witches to the inner ramparts,” she continued. “I want flame barriers on every approach. If they break our lines, make them burn for every step they take.” “And the inner sanctum?” Reyna asked. “I’ll defend it myself.” Eyes shifted across the ta

  • THE HEIR AND THE HOLLOW VOW   THE FRACTURE AND THE FLAME

    Chapter 19: The Fracture and the Flame The night was too quiet. Not peaceful—just still, like the world was holding its breath. Even the wind outside the manor had gone silent, as if it feared what would come with dawn. Seraphine sat in the war room, a flickering candle the only light. Her thoughts churned louder than the storm she knew was coming. The Tribunal had tasted blood and sent a warning. Riven had pulled away. Lucien was unraveling in shadows. And through it all, the fire within her was stirring—louder, brighter, more demanding. She closed her eyes. And the fire pulled her under. The Dream-Walk It wasn’t like dreaming. This place—the Tribunal’s mind-realm—was cold and immense, an expanse of black marble and spiraling smoke. Twelve pillars stretched to a skyless void. Twelve masked figures stood beneath them, robed in night, faceless and still. They surrounded her in a wide ring. No one spoke. The silence made her breath feel like blasphemy. A silver cord hummed

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    **Chapter 18: The Fire Below**The manor groaned in its bones.It began as a whisper — stone stretching, wood creaking, and a pulse of Hollow magic that sent chills through Seraphine’s spine. Something beneath her feet had stirred, something long buried. And for the first time since she’d taken her mother’s crown, the manor wasn’t merely responding to her presence.It was calling her.She lit no lantern as she descended the eastern staircase — the one her mother had sealed after the rebellion. Dust drifted in the air like ghost-breath, thick and cold. Every step deeper echoed not just in the halls, but in her blood.She reached the bottom.And stopped.A door stood before her — or what had once been a door. Now it was just a jagged arch sealed by runes, scorched and pulsing with dim light.Seraphine reached toward it.The mark on her palm — the one she’d hidden since childhood — flared in response. It wasn’t ink. It wasn’t magic. It was *her.*The runes flickered… then crumbled like

  • THE HEIR AND THE HOLLOW VOW   ASHES OF THE FIIRST OATH

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