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One hundred and twelve: left for now
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The cursed mate's return One hundred and seventeen: the price of fire
Finnick's pov“Tell me we’re not doing this,” Mira hissed, sword slick with blood, hair matted to her forehead.“We already did,” I said. “No turning back now.”Freya’s hand was still on the stone, fingers pressed against symbols so old they seemed to breathe. Light shimmered from her skin, dancing across the cold chamber like fire trapped in glass.The gate groaned slow, ancient, like the world itself grinding its teeth.Kye stood near the barred door, axe ready, breath harsh in the silence. “They’re still behind us. Waiting.”“They won’t come in,” Rowan muttered. “Not here. Not this close to it.”Freya turned to me, voice calm but distant. “It’s awake.”I stepped beside her. “The gate?”She shook her head. “Something beyond it.”The iron arch was split now, open just enough to feel the pull of the void behind it. Cold wind, but it didn’t touch our skin. A kind of presence. Like breath on the inside of your skull.I hated it.Mira planted her sword tip in the stone floor. “We should
The cursed mate's return One hundred and sixteen: golden stairs
Finnick's pov "How many saw it?"Mira's voice was low, but it cut through the dark like steel."Us," Rowan answered, "and the ones it let live."Freya stood by the edge of the firelight, arms wrapped around herself. “No...Not just us. Something else was watching. Beneath the stone. Behind the walls.”“The others?” Kye asked, sharpening his blade without looking up. “The ones behind the symbols?”Freya nodded slowly. “I don’t think they’re dead. I think they’re waiting."I sat with my back to a tree, eyes fixed on the horizon.We’d survived. The gate was buried. The vessel broken for now. But it didn’t feel like a victory. It felt like the pause between storms.Mira tossed another stick into the flames. “We can’t stay out here. We need real shelter. Somewhere safe.”“There’s no safe anymore,” Freya murmured.Rowan looked at me. “Then where?”I answered without hesitation.“The Sanctum.”Their faces turned.“No one’s been there in years,” Kye said. “You think they’ll let us in?”“They’
The cursed mate's return Chapter one hundred and fifteen: it didn't die yet
Finnick's pov The path to the ruins wasn’t a path at all. It was memory.Freya walked first, one hand brushing the air like she could still feel the door, still hear the walls breathing. Her eyes didn’t blink,she just moved and then we followed quietly. Not just from caution but from something heavier.The house or what was left of it, crouched at the base of a dead ravine. Walls like bones. Stone blackened by time and fire, half-swallowed by vines. There was no roof. Just beams stretching out like ribs, framing the gray sky.It looked like it had been waiting for us.Freya stopped at the threshold. “This is where I fell,” she said. “The floor gave out. I landed in the dark.”“How deep?” Rowan asked behind her.“Not far. But far enough to see it.”Kye scanned the tree line behind us. “We shouldn’t stay out here long.”“No one’s staying out here,” I said. “We go in. We end this.”Mira narrowed her eyes. “And how exactly do we ‘end’ something older than time?”“I don’t know,” I said. “
The cursed mate's return Chapter one hundred and fourteen: orum gate
Finnick's pov“Back! everyone back!....'My voice tore through the trees and the ground cracked open behind us, the stones splitting like broken teeth. The tunnel mouth wasn’t just opening it was growing. Roots pushed outward like fingers from a grave, writhing, pulsing with something dark.And something inside was climbing.Freya stood frozen. Not with fearbbut with recognition. Her lips moved without sound.“What is it?” Rowan barked, his sword half-drawn. “What’s down there?”I turned to Freya. “You know.”She didn’t answer at first. Her mouth worked as if trying to form words too old to be spoken. Finally, she whispered one.“Orum.”The name hit like a hammer to the spine. I didn’t know it but I felt it deep like something buried in my own bones.A shape rose from the tunnel, it wasn't fast or frantic but very deliberate.It stood taller than the trees. Antlers stretched out like gnarled roots. Its skin was dark wood and bone, plates of something ancient fused over muscle that shi
The cursed mate's return Chapter one hundred and thirteen: the sword that shouldn't be
Finnick's pov "No one breathe. No one move.”My voice was barely above a whisper, but even I could hear the fear in it.The others stilled behind me and i wasn’t moving either.Not because I didn’t want to but because I couldn’t.The creature in front of me wasn’t charging, it Wasn’t attacking, just standing too, but the sword in its hand…I knew it.The shape, the weight, the way it curved ever so slightly like it had been made for a single purpose, killing.I’d fought that blade. Fought the one who carried it.Hollowfang.I’d shattered that sword and watched him fall. Watched the fire take his body and yet… here it was.And the thing holding it, It wasn’t Hollowfang now but it moved like it had learned from him.It was him.In some new, twisted form.The creature tilted its head. Like it was trying to remember me.Then it breathed.A long, slow exhale that rolled across the stone floor like winter wind.Frost spread at its feet. My boots stuck to the ground as a thin film of ice wra
The cursed mate's return One hundred and twelve: left for now
Finnick's pov The thing didn’t move fast but I didn’t either. Because every nerve in my body locked. I knew that sword. I knew the weight of it, the curve of it, the way it sang,'slammmm'through the air when Hollowfang swung it. I’d broken it and I killed him. I saw his body burn and yet... here it was.And he knew it, he was holding the sword like it still remembered how to use it.“Back up slowly,” I said, voice low and tight, hoping the others could hear me behind.The creature tilted its head but it didn’t blink or breathe imidiately, and then it did.A long, slow exhale that spilled frost across the stone floor. My boots froze to the ground in a thin crust of ice.And then it moved.The sword arced toward my chest, I barely got mine up in time. Steel screamed against steel, and the impact rattled through my arms like someone had slammed a hammer into my bones.I staggered back. The thing pressed forward.Another strike, this tim heavy and it was precise, it didn’t fight like H
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