LOGINThe curse is gone. Not just broken, not just lifted—but dissolved so completely that the land feels as if it never bore its weight.The air is softer, sweeter, touched by a warmth that runs deeper than the sun. It thrums beneath my bare feet with each step I take across the moss-laced path.The Holl
Elunara trembles in my arms, her skin slick with sweat. Her breath still comes fast, but the magic has begun to settle.The earth is quiet again. Not empty—sated.She leans into my chest, exhausted and radiant. I press a kiss to her temple, tasting the salt of her skin. My lips linger there longer t
“Perfect,” he breathes. “Made for us. Made for me.”The words unravel me.There is no fear. No doubt. Only the sound of skin against skin, the heat of him inside me, the pull of his mouth at my breast, and the wild, holy thing rising in my chest that screams yes as I shatter around him.Yes to this
I lower myself onto him slowly, deliberately. Every inch of contact is heat and friction and desperate need. His hands grip my hips like he’s anchoring himself to the world through me.As I take him fully, a gasp breaks from my lips—and a low growl rumbles from his throat.“Khael…” I whisper, overwh
The people on the other side of the veil stand silent from where I am, their mouths parted in cheers I cannot yet receive. But I feel them. In my ribs. In my throat. In the hollow of my chest.It’s not just their joy. It’s their welcome.I’ve never known these people. And still, I know them. Not by
We move as one toward the edge of the Hollow, toward the field where the veil thinned under the last full moon. Where we showed her what remained of our world beyond.The stars blaze above, casting a bright light against the obsidian sky. The Milk Moon hasn’t reached its peak yet, but it’s close. Hi
Light.It wakes me before sound does. It filters through the window and lands on my skin like a warm blanket, making everything in the room especially bright when I open my eyes.The sun is already high in the sky. I overslept.My potted plant is perched on the windowsill like it never left. Its bur
The gas station appears just as the needle on my fuel gauge dips into the red.My stomach grumbles, but I’m pretty sure there’s no actual food to be found here. It’s the kind of place that looks like it exists only to sell gas, cigarettes, and stale coffee.A single pump leans against a cracked slab
There’s a difference between loneliness and solitude.Solitude is chosen.Loneliness? That’s what settles in your bones when your boyfriend leaves you for someone with a smaller waistline and fewer opinions, and your manager fires you for being “too emotional with customers” after a woman screams at
I stand at the edge of the clearing where the moonlight stitches silver seams through the dense canopy, tracing the worn scars of the land. My breath comes slow and steady, each exhale a ghost in the cool night air.The ground is harsh, unforgiving beneath my bare feet—a tremor of power coursing thr







