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CHAPTER 41: The Soul We Shared

作者: Timothy
last update 公開日: 2026-07-30 21:30:46

​Crimson light swallowed the arena.

​For one terrible second, the world fell out from under me. No shattered stone, no stench of sulfur, no First Hunger, no Orion.

​Only heat.

​It flooded from the Crown Blade, searing its way beneath my skin and driving deep into every fracture of my broken mind. I tried to release the hilt, but my fingers wouldn't open. The weapon wasn't cold iron anymore.

​It was a beating heart.

​Beside me, the other Seraphina let out a ragged cry.

​Our hands were still clam
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  • THE NIGHT MY MATE BURNED ME ALIVE    CHAPTER 41: The Soul We Shared

    ​Crimson light swallowed the arena.​For one terrible second, the world fell out from under me. No shattered stone, no stench of sulfur, no First Hunger, no Orion.​Only heat.​It flooded from the Crown Blade, searing its way beneath my skin and driving deep into every fracture of my broken mind. I tried to release the hilt, but my fingers wouldn't open. The weapon wasn't cold iron anymore.​It was a beating heart.​Beside me, the other Seraphina let out a ragged cry.​Our hands were still clamped over the same grip, our knuckles white, the metal burning between our palms.​Then the light tore us away.​The arena dissolved.​I found myself standing in a room I knew down to the grain of the floorboards.​My mother’s chambers.​Pale morning light spilled through the arched windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The faint, sweet scent of dried lavender hung in the drapes. A fire crackled quietly in the hearth, and a low, soft hum drifted from the edge of the bed.​My mother

  • THE NIGHT MY MATE BURNED ME ALIVE    CHAPTER 40: The Blade That Refused to Choose

    ​The crimson blade hovered between us, perfectly still.​Its edge glowed with neither the blinding radiance of the Sword of Dawn nor the suffocating darkness of the Sword of Dusk. Crimson light flowed through the metal like blood through translucent skin, pulsing in precise rhythm with the Dragon Mark burning across my wrist.​It pointed directly at us.​Not at me. Not at her.​Both.​Beyond the shattered gateway, the First Hunger watched.​Hundreds of crimson eyes remained locked on the newborn weapon. The endless, shifting maw that split the darkness curled into something horribly recognizable as a smile.​"You remember," it murmured.​It didn't shout, yet every syllable settled into the back of my mind like cold iron sinking into wet earth.​Orion's shoulders went rigid. "Don't answer it."​"I wasn't planning to."​"Good." His dark eyes never left the abyss. "It doesn't speak to your ears, Seraphina."​A dull, throbbing ache flared behind my temples. "It speaks to whatever lives be

  • THE NIGHT MY MATE BURNED ME ALIVE    CHAPTER 39: The Thing Behind the King

    Orion whispered two words into the collapsing arena, and my blood turned to ice.​"No..."​I had never believed anything could frighten him. Not caution, not uncertainty, but fear—raw, primitive, and absolute—tightened every syllable.​Beyond the shattered gateway, the vast crimson eye remained fixed on him. Unblinking. Unmoving. It simply watched, and that silent weight settled over the arena like a falling sky.​Behind Orion, his army froze.​Thousands of war-bred nightmares, creatures capable of swallowing whole kingdoms, lowered their heads in perfect unison.​Not to him.​To whatever waited in the darkness beyond.​The little girl retreated a step, her icy composure finally cracking. "We have to close the gate," she whispered. "Now."​My double never took her eyes off the abyss. "What is that thing?"​The child swallowed, her throat working hard. "I don’t know its true name."​"Then what do you call it?"​"The First Hunger."​The words bled into the freezing air, sending a cold s

  • THE NIGHT MY MATE BURNED ME ALIVE    CHAPTER 38: The Father Beneath the Mirror

    The hand that emerged from the shattered mirror dwarfed the crystal pillars surrounding it.​Black scales overlapped like forged armor, each one veined with crimson fire that pulsed just beneath the surface. As those immense fingers curled over the edge of the broken glass, the entire arena groaned. Hairline cracks shot through the obsidian beneath my boots.​I couldn't breathe.​The crushing pressure pouring from that single arm knocked the wind straight out of my lungs. My knees hit the stone before I even realized I was falling.​Beside me, the other Seraphina fought the same suffocating weight. Her jaw tightened as she drove the point of the Sword of Dusk into the floor, using the blade to keep herself upright.​The little girl's face drained of all color. "We're too late."​The words barely reached me over the deafening roar filling the arena.​The darkness inside the mirror churned, folding in on itself until a towering figure stepped through the jagged frame.​He was impossibly

  • THE NIGHT MY MATE BURNED ME ALIVE    CHAPTER 37: The Child in the Mirror

    ​The little girl’s voice lingered across the arena long after her lips stopped moving.​Neither of us answered.​The mirror beneath our feet remained unnervingly still, its polished surface untouched by the jagged cracks splitting the surrounding stone. Every instinct screamed at me to step back, to put distance between us and whatever was happening, yet I couldn't tear my eyes away from the child staring up from the glass.​She couldn't have been older than seven.​Dark, tangled hair framed a pale, delicate face. Resting against her chest was a crimson crystal, pulsing with the exact same steady rhythm as the Dragon Mark burning beneath my sleeve. There was nothing threatening about her—no heavy aura, no visible magic.​That frightened me more than any monster could have.​Beside me, the other Seraphina lowered the Sword of Dusk by a fraction, her knuckles white on the hilt.​"You've seen her before," I whispered, the words scraping down my throat.​She didn't deny it. "I've dreamed

  • THE NIGHT MY MATE BURNED ME ALIVE    CHAPTER 36: Chains of Judgment

    The first chain coiled around my ankle before I could react.A crushing cold surged through my leg. It wasn't the clean bite of ice but something older, heavier, as though the weight of forgotten centuries had settled into my bones. The glowing metal tightened, and memories ripped through me with such force that my vision blurred.I was six, crouched beneath Father's desk after snapping the hilt from one of his ceremonial daggers.I was twelve, slipping into the royal library long after midnight, convinced I could decipher texts no child was meant to read.I was sixteen, laughing so hard after finally knocking Rowan onto his back during training that neither of us could lift a sword for several minutes.The memories flashed past in a dizzying rush.Then they were gone.The chain had consumed them."No!"I drove the Sword of Dawn downward. Golden light burst from the blade, cleaving the enchanted links apart. They shattered into bright fragments that hissed against the obsidian before

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