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Chapter sixty five: too late
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The cursed mate's return Chapter sixty seven: you're not meant to save the world
Finnick's POV The second moon rose without light.It didn’t cast shadows or illuminate the trees. It just hovered, a perfect silver twin to the real moon, but dead__hollow and watching.Freya stood beside me, her jaw clenched, eyes fixed on the sky like it might blink again.Our son stood between us, calm_too calm.He looked up at the false moon and whispered, “It remembers.”That was the first time I truly felt afraid of him.Not for what he was but for what remembered him.The next morning, the mountain birds didn’t sing, the winds didn’t rise and the whole world seemed to hold its breath.We moved the child to the heart of the grove, where the oldest magic lived. I reinforced the runes myself, carving deep into the roots of the Moonstone Tree.Freya didn’t sleep.Neither did I.We took turns watching the boy talking in low voices__ Preparing.But the second moon never left the sky, and by the second night… something else changed.Time.It started with little things. A candle that
The cursed mate's return Chapter sixty six: the child who remembers
Freya's pov He didn’t wake for two days, not even once and when I whispered his name or touched his face, and sang the lullaby he used to hum in his sleep. Nothing__wasnt even moving and not a flinch.The seal Kaelith left burned low and constant under his skin, like a chain forged from silence.But the power inside him?It hadn’t quieted and It'd simply learned to wait.I could feel it when I stood too close, this unnatural stillness around him as if time paused near his skin. When I looked at him too long, shadows bent wrong in the corners of the room.And my soul… my soul wasn’t the same anymore.The first sign came when I reached for a candle on the windowsill. It lit before I touched it. No flint or match__Just thought.The second came when I bled silver during a hunt.The third?It was the dream.I stood in a place with no ground and no sky, holding my son as he burned like a second sun. Nine eyes watched from the void, whispering in a language older than time. They called me M
The cursed mate's return Chapter sixty five: too late
The altar was still cracking when I pulled my son closer to my chest.His body was burning. Not fever- hot rather magic.Finnick crouched beside us, his face pale, jaw tight, eyes locked on the ground.We didn’t speak__no time.The crack widened with a low groan. From within it, something like the heartbeat of a buried god. The Rift wasn’t gone. It had followed us here.My son stirred in my arms. He didn’t open his eyes, but his fingers curled against my collar bone. I pressed a kiss to his forehead.“Stay with me, baby, don’t go back. Don’t leave me again.” I muttered.And then a voice echoed from behind .“Too late.” and I spun.Kaelith stood at the edge of the altar, the Rift behind him curling. But he looked different now. His extra eyes were gone. His skin was cracked, like old stone. Weakened and wounded.But his presence still chilled the air around him.“I should have burned you there,” I spat.He tilted his head. “You should have but you didn’t and now your son is unraveling.”
The cursed mate's return Chapter sixty four: price of disobedience
Finnick's povThe moment she crossed, the bond turned cold. I felt it—like the sun dropping behind a mountain too fast. One heartbeat she was beside me, glowing with purpose and power… the next, her soul pulled tight like a wire, stretched too far.My knees hit the altar floor as pain struck through my chest. Not physical pain, hers, fear and Confusion. The sting of old power pressing into her skin. Every breath she took, I took with her. Every step she stumbled, my vision blurred.She was there In the Rift and I couldn’t follow.Not without breaking the world.I gripped the stone edge of the altar, the air around me rippling. Thunder cracked in the distance—unnatural, not of this realm. The moon trembled. I could feel its light flickering like a candle in a storm.Something had shifted.The Soulshard lay shattered on the ground beside me, still humming. Still glowing faintly with the echo of our son’s voice but now, it was cold and silent.And Freya’s side of the bond, gods help me—
The cursed mate's return Chapter sixty three: I have awoken the gods
Freya's pov The shard cracked open like an egg and that voice his voice and poured out of it like smoke.“Help me, Mama.”I didn’t breathe__hard for me. It felt like the world tilted sideways and my heart shattered in my chest. It was him. It was really him not an echo and not a trick. I knew my son’s voice even if I heard it across galaxies.Finnick stared at the broken Soulshard on the ground, his expression full of disbelief.“That shouldn’t be possible,” he murmured. “It was sealed. Soulshards don’t speak. They store but they don’t cry out.”I knelt beside it, my fingers trembling as I touched the jagged edge. It was still warm and still humming.“He’s trapped,” I whispered. “Wherever he is… he’s in pain.”Finnick crouched next to me. “Then we need to act. Fast.”I turned to him, desperation rising like a tide. “You said there’s a way to enter the Rift safely. A real way not just through the bond.”He hesitated, jaw tight. “There is. But it comes with a price.”“What kind of pri
The cursed mate's return Chapter sixty two: it's about to eat him up
I couldn’t move, the Rift pulsed around me like a living heartbeat, faster and louder with each second. My son, my baby, hovered between Kaelith and the creature cloaked in shadow and feathers. His eyes no longer gold, no longer human. They burned white-hot, glowing like miniature stars. And when he opened his mouth, the air around him trembled.“Mother,” he said again, but it wasn’t a question. It wasn’t even a cry. It was a statement.I stepped forward, though every part of me screamed to run. The guardian-creature turned its glowing eyes toward me again as if judging me, waiting.“Let him go,” I said, my voice sharp. Commanding. “He’s not yours.”Kaelith smiled, that same calm, unreadable expression that made my stomach twist.“He never was yours either, Freya.”“You’re wrong.”I could feel the Luna inside me rising, her power pushing through my skin, ready to tear something apart. My hands trembled but not with fear. With rage.“You don’t get to take what’s mine.”Kaelith’s eyes
The cursed mate's return Chapter sixty one: the rift walker's mark
The silence after Kaelith’s words was deafening. I could still feel the shock in my bones, the echo of power that had passed between me and the child when I touched his hand. The energy had torn through me like lightning, sharp and blinding and now… he was gone.Vanished.Just like that.One heartbeat he was there, sitting calmly like a god-child. The next, nothing but stardust in the air and Kaelith's dark shape folding into the rift with him.I screamed.It wasn’t a scream of fear or even pain. It was rage. Raw, primal, consuming. My magic flared, reacting to my emotions without command. The ground beneath my feet cracked. Air warped around me. A howl rose from my chest, half-wolf, half-woman, fully broken.I fell to my knees, gripping the earth like I could pull it apart to find him beneath.“Bring him back!” I roared at the empty space where they had vanished. “He’s my son!”But there was no answer. Only the wind howling through the broken grove, and the smell of burning ozone lef
The cursed mate's return Chapter sixty: I just want my son not a savior
Freya's pov The air around me thickened, crackling with an energy I couldn’t even begin to understand. Kaelith’s words echoed in my head, growing louder with each passing second. “The child is the Convergence. He is the key to both our worlds.”But I didn’t care about, the realms or prophecies. I cared about one thing and one thing only: the child.I took a step forward, my heart pounding in my chest. The child, my son was the center of this storm. His small form sat still, his golden eyes glowing like twin suns, his aura pulsing with a power I couldn’t fathom. He was no longer the innocent infant I had held in my arms. He had changed. He was becoming something else, something more.And as much as I wanted to reach for him, to hold him and bring him back to safety, I knew it wasn’t going to be that simple. Kaelith’s presence loomed over us like a shadow, his intentions clearer than ever. He wasn’t going to let me take the child back.Kaelith stepped forward, his long, dark robes flow
The cursed mate's return Chapter fifty nine: give to me what belongs to me
Freya's pov It wasn’t just the strange corners but also the suffocating air that surrounded me as I entered the Realm Beyond. the pull of everything I had just abandoned behind. I had promised Finnick I would come back but the path infront of me felt endless, as if I were stepping into a nightmare.The rift had swallowed me whole, slicing through the fabric of the earth as I knew it. I hadn’t expected the overwhelming sense of unfamiliarity, the way the ground under my feet felt both solid and liquid at the same time.The sky here was unlively like anything I had ever seen. It was a swirling voltage of light and dark, stars twisting in patterns I couldn’t understand the ground was jagged, cracked like broken glasses, gleaming faintly with an beam unnatural light. The air whispered with the sound of a thousand beep, a soft tone that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.I felt... petite. Blink of dust in a vast, unknowable universe.But I couldn’t focus on that. I couldn
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