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Meet the Youngest M

作者: Jeanette
last update 公開日: 2026-08-15 15:59:01

The soft rapping on the door pulled me from a dreamless sleep. I groaned, burying my face deeper into the pillow and wrapping my arms tightly around my head to shield myself from the intrusion.

The knocking came again, followed by the soft creak of the door swinging open.

"Not yet, Sofia," I mumbled irritably into the fabric, my voice muffled and thick with sleep.

But then, that scent, the cool rain and spiced cedar, filled my senses again, and the fog in my brain cleared instantly. Rig
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  • The new worlder   Your time is up

    At her command, Miles’s hands dropped from his face. He turned toward me, but I was ready. I was holding a massive stone, and with a scream of my own, I hurled it straight at his face. It struck with a sickening crunch, and the obsidian mask shattered even further, pieces of it flying into the dirt. His head snapped back from the impact. Before he could even recover, I was in front of him. I dug my claws into the cracks and pulled with everything I had. With a roar of effort, I ripped the under half of the mask clean off his face. My claws left deep bloody gashes across both of his cheeks, but I didn't care. For the first time, I could see his mouth. It was Miles’s mouth, just slightly larger, more predatory, but unmistakably his. He lunged, trying to grab me with those massive hands, but I blinked away. His fingers clutched at thin air as I reappeared a good distance away, standing between the shadows of the trees. He looked up and lo

  • The new worlder   KILL HER!

    Where I had been standing, only a shimmering ripple remained. Miles now grabbed at thin air. "Get her!" Taralie screamed, her voice losing its honeyed sweetness. I blinked again, appearing high in the branches of an ancient oak. My stomach lurched, I was still terrified of heights, but I forced that fear into my fingertips, letting the adrenaline trigger my transformation. My claws ripped through my skin, long and gleaming. I blinked back to the ground just as Miles’s hand smashed through the branch where I’d been perched. He caught me then, his massive hand closing around my waist, dragging me backward through the dirt. My heels left deep furrows in the earth. I focused, blinked, and slipped through his fingers. I reappeared right in front of him, my claws raised. With a scream of effort, I slashed across the surface of his mask. His head snapped back. I saw it, faint, silver lines etched into the surface. If it can be scarred, it can be broken.

  • The new worlder   Poff

    "Yes. Have you ever felt a tingling, electric sensation over your whole body? Something that settles around your heart like a..." He struggled to find the word. "A shield?" I asked, breathing the word out. He nodded solemnly. "Exactly.""Am I... am I Miles's soulmate?" I whispered, the weight of the realization crashing down on me. "Only you can answer that, C," Ruben said, his hand resting on my shoulder. "But he has a mask!" I cried out as the realization hit me. "Miles wears a mask when he’s the demon. How am I supposed to kiss him if I can’t even reach his face?" Ruben looked at me with a pained expression and a helpless shrug. "I don't know, C. Lucille said that was exactly why the Queen did it. She added the mask to the curse specifically to make it unbreakable. She wanted to make sure no one could ever get close enough to save him." My jaw tightened. The Queen thought she was clever, but she hadn't met me. "I have to go," I said, my voice

  • The new worlder   Two choices

    We eventually climbed out of the warmth of the blankets to get ready for the day. I pulled on a pair of thick, dark tactical trousers and a fitted charcoal-grey long-sleeve top made of a breathable, reinforced fabric—something that allowed me to move easily but offered a bit of protection. Miles opted for his usual rugged look: heavy black boots, dark cargo pants, and a snug black t-shirt. Downstairs, the atmosphere was thick with a mix of nervous energy and resolve. We all gathered around the large kitchen island. The breakfast was hearty, in the center of the island sat a large wooden platter piled high with seared medallions of wild game meat. It was dark, rich, and tender, seasoned with mountain herbs and a hint of smoked salt that filled the kitchen with an earthy, savory aroma. On a platter alongside the meat were thick slices of toasted sourdough bread and a bowl of tart, dark berries to cut through the richness. "Eat up," Jinkyu said. I took a piece of the meat, the wa

  • The new worlder   You're so stubborn

    "I will fight for you," I said, my voice trembling but fierce as I reached out to grab his hand, squeezing it with everything I had left. "I'm going to make sure that your curse is broken. I’m not giving up on you, Miles. Not now, not ever." Miles looked down at our joined hands, his expression a painful mixture of love and devastating resignation. He ran his thumb over my knuckles. "There has to be a way," I insisted. "Lucille... she knows things. Secrets.” Miles let out a dry, hollow laugh.I’ve already asked her, she said there´s nothing I can do. "Then I'll find another way," I snapped, my desperation turning into that familiar, stubborn fire. "I’m not killing you, Miles. I’m saving you, whether you like it or not." He leaned forward, resting his forehead against mine. "You're so stubborn," he breathed, a small, sad smile flickering on his lips. "It’s the most beautiful and terrifying thing about you."

  • The new worlder   Kill the bastard!

    At first, the steam rising from the kettle was a dull, heavy grey, smelling of wet earth and old copper. But as the fire roared and the ingredients fused, something magical happened. The grey mist began to swirl and thin out, suddenly turning into a vibrant, shimmering scarlet. It looked like crushed ruby caught in the wind, glowing with an inner light that defied the darkness of the mountain."It's time," I breathed. The liquid had transformed. The root, the stick, and the shirt had seemingly dissolved, leaving behind a smooth, silky scarlet liquid. Monty grabbed a ladle that was hanging conveniently by the side of the kettle and handed it to me. With a steady hand, I ladled the shimmering tea into the Goemul claw. The scent was intoxicating, sweet like mountain flowers but sharp like a coming storm. Once the claw was full, I took the cork Ruben had given me and pressed it firmly into the opening, sealing the power inside. "It’s done," Monty said, looking at the sealed

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