LOGINShare
Chapter seventy one: eyes in the sky
Last Updated:
2025-05-25 02:08:15
Latest chapter
The cursed mate's return Chapter seventy five: painful decisions
Freya's povDarkness.That was the first thing I knew, not sleep, not rest. Just… darkness. Heavy and thick, like it had weight and wanted to hold me under.But then I felt a warmness in me, a hand in mine, followed by a voice. His voice.“Freya… please... stay with me.”That voice pulled me back. Through the pain, through the fog in my head. I opened my eyes slowly, everything was blurry. Light flickered around the edges. My body ached all over. My magic felt… drained. Like it had been worn out of me.I turned my head. He was kneeling beside me, eyes full of worry. His face was unveiled with sorrow, a cut on his cheek still bleeding, but he smiled when he saw me wake up.“You’re alive,” he said slowly, almost sobbing.“Barely,” I said. My throat was dry. “Is he......?”He didn’t let me finish. He turned and showed me our son, curled up between us, breathing, his small chest rising and falling. His hair was silver-white now, and something about him had changed. He looked older, not in
The cursed mate's return Chapter seventy four: one must die to close entirely
“Go back! You’re not supposed to be here.”The voice hit me like a thunderstorm. It roared and was layered with three tones in one. A child’s whisper, a man’s warning and something else…not like human.I looked up, at him.He stood tall at the edge of the gate, glowing, impossible. His long coat moved in the wind that came from nowhere. His hair was white like snow, and his eyes, nine of them blinked slowly, like they saw all, know all.I stood still, looking confused, fear glooming within me.This wasn’t just anyone, it was him.Not the boy Freya held in her arms, not our son, but the person he might become.“No,” I said quietly. “This isn’t real, none of these is real, you're threatening me. I'm still his mother”“It is,” he answered. “I remember standing where you are but you were already dead.”I stepped forward, my legs shaking like they want to give me away. “Yeah? Well, I’m not dead yet and I'm not dying.”His many eyes blinked again, this time calm, slow. “You should have bee
The cursed mate's return Chapter seventy three: the tear knows my name
Freya's pov "You did not protect me, so I called something that will."The words kept resounding, shimmering into my thoughts. The sentence blurred before my eyes, but its meaning sliced through me, sharp as a blade made of memory.“No,” I breathed. The sound barely escaped my lips. “No, no, no…”The tent flaps rustled behind me. Finnick entered, voice like thunder wrapped in fear. “Where is he?”There was no reply I could give that would make sense.Gone, he was simply… gone. No trace. Not even a scent on the air or a print on the ground. No warmth lingering where he had been. Just that single line, blazing softly, and the faint hum in the atmosphere, as if reality had been stretched too far.The Seer was still crouched near the fire, her eyes glassy, her body trembling. She rocked in place, whispering sounds without meaning.I dropped beside her, gripping her thin shoulders, desperate for something,anything. “Tell me what happened, I need to know, tell me now....”Her pupils dilate
The cursed mate's return Chapter seventy two: the celestial eyes
Freya's pov The moment his knees hit the ground, I was there.I caught him before he could fall forward, his small frame trembling in my arms. His eyes were open but he wasn’t here. They gleam with too much light as if the stars are trapped behind glass.“Talk to me,” my voice almost pleading “Please.”His lips moved but no sound. Mouth forming words I didn’t know, couldn’t understand but I felt them in my bones.Finnick knelt beside us, he didn’t speak. We both felt it now—something threading through the air like the scent of ozone before a lightning strike.“What’s happening to him?” Finnick asked, voice tight.“I don’t know,” I said. “But he’s not alone in there.”We carried him back to the healer’s tent, though I knew no wound or potion could fix this. He wasn’t sick. He was....becoming, more like transitioning.That night, while he slept, I sat with the rune-burned scrolls we’d taken from the Moonstone crypt. Symbols danced before my eyes. One pattern stood out, echoing the rhy
The cursed mate's return Chapter seventy one: eyes in the sky
Freya's povThey didn’t blink, they just hung there__those nine burning eyes above us, watching from a sky that no longer felt like our own. At first, I thought it was just me seeing them. A trick of exhaustion or grief. But the others saw them too.Even the wolves wouldn’t howl anymore.Every breath I took felt heavy, like the air itself had thickened. The world was quiet__too quiet. Like the moment right before a scream.Finnick stood beside me on the hill, arms crossed over his chest, gaze locked on the sky. “They haven’t moved,” he said.“No,” I replied softly. “But we both feel it, they’re not just watching. They’re… waiting.”Below us, the camp stirred with unease. Murmurs__Glances at the sky, whispers of curses and gods and doom. Some dropped to their knees and prayed. Others sharpened blades like that would matter.“They’ve been up there for three days,” Finnick said. “Three. Days.”I nodded. “And still no sound, no message no sign. Just… presence.”The child hadn’t spoken sin
The cursed mate's return Chapter seventy: they found the child
Freya's pov We made it back, but nothing was the same.Not me, not Finnick, not the child.The fight with Liora had changed something inside all of us. Something deep i couldn’t name. It was like a crack had opened and torn inside, and I wasn’t sure if it would ever close or stitch back.Finnick and I stood in the clearing just past the broken Moonstone Tree. The tree had once been strong and silver, but now it was shattered, its pieces scattered on the cold ground. The air smelled strange like ash and frost mixed together, even though nothing had burned here.The child__our child, lay sleeping between us on a soft bed of moss. His breathing was calm, for now.His forehead was smooth and peaceful. But even asleep, he gave off a faint light from inside him. I could feel the heat of his dreams against my chest, soft but powerful.Finnick reached for my hand. His skin was warm but flickered sometimes, like a quiet pulse of energy running beneath it. Our hands fit together like they were
You may also like
The Alpha's Slave Mate
Danielle Bush1.9M viewsThe Alpha and the Mistake
Jilguera622.0K viewsAlpha Atlas
Jane Doe1.4M viewsThe Alpha King's Possession
Moonlight Muse575.2K viewsStepbrother’s Obsession: Claimed By The Triplet Alphas
Aliuibrahim529 viewsNurse nana
Nyx's writes 33 viewsTHE CAPTIVE'S LOVE
MIKS DELOSO506 viewsThe Song For My Alpha
R. Moberg1.1K views
