Lilith’s words in the air were like a guillotine up, ready to fall.Start a war.As if it were that simple. As if I wasn’t already working one.The tension of Maxwell beside me was real and living. He was studied and poised, his golden eyes fixed on mine with some substance too fleshy to name—a warning, a plea, a silent accusation.“You’re sure about this?” His voice was low and cautious, but I knew him too well not to hear the anger underneath.I didn’t hesitate. You know, I don’t really feel we have another choice.”Maxwell let out a deep breath, shaking his head as if it was all too much to comprehend. “There’s always another way you can go. You just don’t want to have on it.”I swallowed hard and tried to steady myself. “And what option is that? Running? Hiding?” I shook my head. “We tried that, Max. It didn’t work.”Maxwell’s jaw clenched. “So now we just start torching everything?”Lilith snickered, partly surprised at the tension but saying nothing, letting the moment stretch b
Moonlight spilled through the shattered glower windows of the rustic cathedral, stretching long shadows across the chill stone ground. It was as if the world was holding its breath, caught in this moment between the past and the unknown future bearing down on us.The members of the Forgotten Clans were silent, gathering in the hall, where what few remained, the very ones who would determine if we would live or die. Maxwell was beside me, but the tension in the air made it feel like we were on opposite sides of a chasm.Bastian, the head of the Forgotten, still had his eyes on me. His face gave nothing away, but his eyes — his eyes were sharp, calculating.“You’ve motivated us to fight. Now, you’d better prove it.” Bastian’s voice was raspy, as though gravel lay beneath it. “You tell us you want us to stop the Council. You say you want to win. But the reality is you’re asking us to walk into the unknown with you. To throw everything into a war that we’ve avoided for centuries.”I looke
The energy of the cathedral still crackled through the air, holding onto the stone walls as a challenge that they did not speak. The stares of the Forgotten Clans pressed into me, evaluating me, weighing my worth.But it was Maxwell’s eyes that seared the most.He hadn’t taken his eyes off me since I’d unleashed my power. He was standing there, rigid, arms crossed over his chest, golden eyes dark with something I couldn’t name.Disbelief?Anger?Or maybe—just maybe—fear.But Maxwell was not afraid of things. Not battles, not death, not enemies more powerful than himself.He only feared losing people.To him, I had the sinking feeling that’s just what did happen.Lilith, always the opportunist, cut the silence first, striding forward with a slow, hesitating smile. “Well, well. You really know how to make a statement!”I breathed out, allowing the scraps of power to bubble under my skin. “Was it enough?”Her smirk widened. “For now.”Bastian, however, did not find it as funny. He still
Long after Maxwell had turned the corner, the weight of his words stuck to me like a second skin.“Promise me you won’t get lost in all this.”I had promised.And we both knew it was a lie.I exhaled, fingers to my temples, the night stretching thick and suffocating. Through the cathedral’s ruins, the wind howled, whispering secrets I was not ready to hear. The Forgotten Clans had agreed to fight, but it had always been a shaky sort of loyalty. This war was inevitable and whether or not we were ready, and I was running out of time to see to it we were.A presence settled beside me.Lilith.I didn’t look, but I felt her sharp stare examine me, dissecting me as if she were reading something in my bones that I couldn’t even see.“You’re conflicted.” Her voice was smooth, drolly amused, even. “Doubt doesn’t suit you.”I let out a humorless laugh. “You say that as if I can just turn that off.”Lilith smirked. “Maybe you should.”I finally turned to face her. “You think doubt makes you weak
The fire consumed everything.Wood shattered and stone shattered; the smell of burning magic choked the air. The outpost had been erased, only ash and a refrain of screams. The Council’s men had never stood a chance.It should have felt like a win.But I only felt the weight of it.Maxwell stood a few feet back, watching the flames with an expression that I couldn’t name. He hadn’t said a word since the attack started, and hadn’t even glanced at me.I looked at Lilith, who wore a predator’s smile, the kind of smile that said she was happy she caught the prey. “This will send a message,” she said, her voice even. “You just declared war.”I swallowed hard. “No. They declared war first. We’re just letting them know we ain’t running.”Lilith cocked her head, a glimmer of amusement in her dark eyes. “Whatever you need to tell yourself to get to sleep at night.”I clenched my fists. “Stop playing games with me, Lilith.”Her smirk widened. “I don’t need to. You’re already playing it.”James
I was losing him, and the scariest part was, I wasn’t sure I wanted to change that. The old me, the one who had grasped at hope, who had believed in something bigger than war and power, would have fought for him, would have done anything to keep the one person who had been at my side through it all. But that girl was gone, and in her place was someone colder, someone who viewed people in terms of necessity rather than emotion. I could no longer afford to fight for relationships. I was battling for my life, for dominance, for the right to live in a world that wanted to kill me.Maxwell must have read it on my face because something in his expression hardened, his golden eyes dulling in a way that made my stomach turn. “You’re not even going to attempt, right? It wasn’t an angry voice, wasn’t a demanding one. It was just tired as if he already knew the answer but needed me to say it aloud anyway.I swallowed in the face of the dryness in my throat, my hands bunching fists by my sides. “
The war had come a lot sooner than we expected. The Council wasn’t sitting idly by, wasn’t allowing us to strategize, to breathe. Here they were, and we had already chosen fight or flight.I was in the center of the war room, the ancient stone walls feeling smaller than they ever had with the pressure of what lay ahead. Tension filled the air as the Forgotten Clans assembled—murmurs reverberating just below the threshold of being allowed to speak, the taste of magic heavy and lingering. This wasn’t just a battle. This was the battle. If we lost this, we lost everything.Lilith lounged on the edge of the table, but her eyes were sharp, her repose deceptive in its ease. Bastian stood there with his arms crossed, studying me carefully, still weighing whether I was truly someone worth following. Jameson held a knife, twisting it in his hands, his famous smirk gone.Maxwell stood by the door, hushed, remote.I would not let myself look at him too long.Soraya breathed, shattering the silen
---------------The Calm Before the StormThe fortress was alive with activity, warriors and weapons being sharpened, low prayers whispered to gods who had long since stopped paying attention. The air was charged with expectancy, the sort that descended into bones, into fate.I was standing outside, watching the sun get lower, setting the sky on fire. It felt fitting.In the fading light of day, Maxwell spots me there, a storm behind me.“I don’t like this” he said softly.I exhaled. “I know.”He drew nearer, voice raw. “You don’t have to do this.”I finally turned to him. “Yes, I do.”Maxwell shook his head. “No, you want to.”I didn’t deny it.His voice dropped lower. “Do you even remember why you began fighting? Or has it simply become about winning?”I clenched my fists. “Winning is survival.”“Is it?” His gold-flecked eyes blazed into mine. “Or is it more about not losing?”I swallowed hard. “What’s the difference?”Maxwell’s voice dipped to a softer tone, but it was no less desp
The ground buckled under the weight of the creature stepping from the breach, its horns scraping the edges of the broken sky, its very presence warping the sanctuary’s magic like a disease. Every breath it exhaled filled the air with a thick, choking fog that tasted of ash and endings.Maxwell tightened his grip on me, shifting his stance defensively. “Lena, we can’t fight that.”I struggled to sit upright, every nerve screaming in protest, the knife wound burning like an open brand against my side. My magic was dim, a flickering candle in a hurricane. I knew, deep down, he was right. We couldn’t fight it. Not like this.Not head-on.The creature spoke again, its voice layered with a thousand echoes. "You were meant to shepherd my arrival, Gatekeeper. Instead, you squandered the blood. You squandered the keys."Maxwell turned to me, his face pale but determined. “What is it talking about?”I coughed, each word tearing out of me. “The Crown... the Vault... they were... distractions. Th
The roar of the Firstborn creatures tore across the sanctuary like a living wave. They moved with terrifying grace, shadows with jagged edges, mouths full of teeth too many for any natural being. Their bodies twisted in ways that defied logic, like they had never been meant to walk in a world bound by rules.I barely had time to raise a shield before the first impact hit. Magic flared around us, an unsteady wall of golden light. Maxwell was already at my side, slashing at the nearest creature, his blade singing as it cut into the darkness. But they weren’t easy to kill—every wound sealed almost immediately, the monsters adapting, growing stronger with each blow.“We can’t hold them!” Barin shouted from somewhere to my left, his arms coated in blood—some his, some not.Nima and Elara worked furiously at the boundary, their chants weaving more layers of protection, but the creatures shredded through them like paper. I knew it then. This wasn’t a battle we could win by brute strength.We
The magic snapped like a whip through the circle.For a moment, it felt like the sanctuary itself recoiled from what we were trying to do, as if even the earth knew the risk we were taking. But we held the line—Maxwell, Barin, Nima, Elara, and the others—all of us linked not just by magic, but by sheer, desperate will.The vault below the sanctuary pulsed like a second heartbeat, slower and heavier than the First Door, but no less ominous. As we chanted, the bindings on it began to fray, golden threads unraveling into the night air.And then, A crack.Not from the ground this time. From the sky.Lightning forked across the heavens, but it wasn't the natural blue-white of a summer storm. It was black, threaded with red, like the sky itself was bleeding. A smell like burning iron filled the air.Something else had arrived. Something not from our world.Barin staggered, clutching his head. “They’re coming!” he gasped.“Focus!” I shouted, forcing my magic into the next seal layer.Nima’s
For the first time in my life, I felt powerless.The heartbeat beneath the earth had grown faster, stronger, until the ground vibrated constantly, as though the land itself were straining against invisible chains. Around us, the sanctuary’s wards pulsed weakly, flickering like candle flames caught in a hurricane. Every instinct in my body screamed that the Harbinger’s arrival wasn’t the end of the nightmare—it was the beginning.Maxwell stood beside me, staring into the darkness beyond the tents. His face was a perfect mask, but I knew him too well. I could see the tension in the set of his shoulders, the fear he would never voice unless forced.“We’re not ready for this,” Barin muttered, pacing back and forth. “We built defenses against armies, assassins, the Council’s damn enforcers—but this?” He shook his head violently. “We can’t fight myths, Lena.”“We’re not fighting myths,” I said, my voice hoarse but certain. “We’re fighting the consequences of lies too old to be forgotten.”I
For a long time, no one moved.Lior’s body lay unnaturally still, the black veins receding slowly as if whatever force had animated him had finally burned itself out. The silence pressed into my ears like a physical weight, and all I could hear was the wild hammering of my own heart.Maxwell knelt cautiously, checking Lior’s pulse even though we all knew there would be none. “He’s gone,” he said grimly, standing and wiping his hands on his trousers like he could scrub away what he had just witnessed.I stepped closer to Lior’s body, forcing my legs to obey even as every part of me screamed to turn away. My fingers itched to summon my magic, to scan deeper, but something in my gut warned me against it. Whatever had been buried in Lior, whatever had just been unleashed, it had been old. Purposeful. A ticking time bomb planted within him long before he ever set foot inside our sanctuary.Barin's voice broke the suffocating quiet. “First Door?” he said, his tone raw, full of confusion and
The Seal wasn’t just breaking.It was opening.I could feel it deep inside my chest, pulsing to a rhythm I hadn’t known was mine until now—a calling that wasn’t spoken in words, but written into my bones.Maxwell gripped my arm. “Lena. Talk to me. What’s happening?”I struggled to find my voice. “The Seal... It’s not just a lock. It’s a beacon. It’s been waiting for me. Not to keep it closed—” my throat tightened, “—but to complete it.”Barin burst into the tent, panting hard. “The eastern sentries just reported—cracks. In the ley lines. They’re... bleeding magic. Wild magic.”Bleeding.The word hit harder than it should have. As if something sacred was hemorrhaging, and I could feel every drop slipping away.Maxwell swore under his breath, pacing. “We don’t have time. You have to decide. Now.”But how could I decide?If I answered the call, if I embraced the destiny written into my blood, I risked becoming something else—something not entirely human. Not entirely mine. But if I refus
The silence after the stranger’s departure was deafening.Everyone remained frozen, as if moving might crack the fragile shell of reality he had left behind. The air inside the tent was thick with confusion, suspicion, and fear. Real fear. Not the kind that came from facing enemies you could see, but the kind that crawled inside you when you realized the ground you stood on might not be solid at all.Maxwell was the first to move. He grabbed my elbow, steady but firm. “Lena, what did he mean? What oath? What time are we losing?”I shook my head, though the truth gnawed at the back of my mind like a starving animal. I knew something. Something long buried. But my waking memory refused to yield it.“I don’t know,” I said, though my voice lacked conviction.Lior was already pulling on his jacket, moving toward the entrance. “We need to track him. He can't have gotten far.”“No,” I said sharply, stopping him mid-step. “He didn’t come to hide. He came to make sure we heard him. If we chase
The words that hung in the air settled heavily. I looked at Lior, and then at the others in the tent. They were all waiting, no longer with mere curiosity but with the weight of their expectations. What would I do now? Would I continue to walk this fragile line alone, or would I listen?I exhaled sharply, feeling a mix of frustration and understanding in equal measure. He was right in some ways, but the urgency of the hour didn’t leave room for hesitation or second-guessing. Yet, this wasn’t just about me anymore. This was about all of us. About the future we were building—together, or not at all.“I never intended to be the only one making decisions,” I said, my voice more controlled now. “The sanctity of this place was never meant to be mine alone.”Lior raised an eyebrow. “Then why are we here? Why are we sitting here while you lay the foundation with the very hands that will one day destroy it?”“Because I was trying to protect us all,” I responded, my eyes flicking to the others
The word LIAR still smoldered on the earth.Not from magic, but from intention. The burn was too crude, too human. There was no sigil or mystical flair to hide behind. No illusion. Just a raw accusation, left like a scar on sacred ground.Someone hadn’t just defaced the stone—they’d made a statement. And they’d made it here, at the heart of everything we were trying to build.I stood over it for a long time. Too long. I could feel the others watching me—Barin, Maxwell, Elara, even some of the apprentices who had come to help reinforce the foundation wards. They waited for a command, a reaction, anything to show them what I would do now.I didn’t give it to them.Not yet.Because inside me, there was a storm I couldn't afford to unleash—not until I knew where the crack had started.Maxwell stepped closer, voice low. “You think it’s someone inside?”I didn’t look at him. “If it were an outsider, the outer wards would have flared.”He swore under his breath. “Then we’ve been infiltrated.