LOGINI chained her because I love her. I hate myself for it.I never feared war.I never feared death.But I feared this.Her chains shook. Her breaths came sharp and angry.And every sound was a sword in my chest.I chained the woman I loved.And I could not breathe under the weight of it.She lifted her head slowly.Eyes black. Voice cold enough to cut spirit.&nb
Lucien watched us like we were a promise bleeding.“You cannot run from what you are. Fighting your fate only feeds the darkness.”I spun to him. “So I should give up? Let it take me? Become something hideous and call it destiny?”“Or accept who you are and become ruler rather than weapon.”“I don’t want a crown!”Silence. Thick. Violent.Kael stared at me, voice low. “You think a crown is the danger? The crown is kindness. The throne is safe. The power is what will kill you.”
“You say that now,” Dark Kael mumbled. “Until she burns you.”“She won’t.”Rory muttered, “But what if he’s right? What if my evil demands something you can’t give?”“Then I’ll give it anyway.”Her eyes softened and darkened.“You would bleed for me.”“I already did.”“You would die for me.”“I already did.”“You would chain yourse
“There is a question,” Elias said suddenly, voice shaking. “A test. To see which path she stands on.”“Do not” Kael warned, but Elias continued.“You must ask yourself one thing, Rory. Are you here to love the world… or to rule over the ashes of it?”A slow smile curved my lips. Sharp. Curious. Honest.“Maybe both,” I said.Selene’s eyes gleamed in victory.Elias paled. “If you surrender to that path, everything burns.”“Fire cleans,” I answered. 
My vision blurred black at the edges. Power cracked the ground under my feet.“Kael,” she whispered, “breathe.”“I can’t.” My voice shook. “If I let go”“You break the world.”“Yes.”“And if you hold too tight,” she whispered, “you break yourself.”I laughed. Broken. “I am already breaking.”ThenA flash of silver.A blade.&
I did not fall alone.I took the balance of the world with me.And the last thought I heard was not mine at all:Now let them fear their chosen girl.Love should soothe. Ours sharpened teeth.War did not come in music or marching boots.It came in a name.Hers.“Where is Rory? ” I demanded.No one answered. They only stared some with fear, some with hate. As if the air had changed. As i
Rory's POV The first thing he said wasn’t my name. It was a warning. “Don’t let anyone see your arm.” I froze at the entry, my breath catching. Professor Elias Ward stood by his desk, his tall frame outlined by the shifting candle light, his sharp eyes already locked on me. They weren’t cold li
POV: Rory HaleThe first thing I felt was teeth.Sharp, scorching, tearing into the soft skin of my neck.I gasped, my scream smothered by the shadows that enveloped us. My hands pressed against his chest,
POV: Rory HaleThe stares were worse than knives.Everywhere I moved in the academy halls, whispers followed me like smoke. Heads bent together, voices went low, and eyes hungry, terrified, hateful to me as if I’d suddenl
POV: Rory HaleAnother appeared ahead, cutting me off. My chest heaved, panic keen and scorching.“No, no, no…”I grabbed the nearest book and tossed it. It went straight th







