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You're so stubborn
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2026-11-05 16:00:27"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
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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
The new worlder The trek up the mountain
The trek up the mountain was grueling. What started as a steady climb soon turned into a battle against the terrain and our own exhaustion. The higher we ascended, the more the air seemed to betray us, it grew thin and sharp, making every breath feel like a victory won with a heavy chest. To keep our strength, Monty and I took turns carrying the supplies. Each time we swapped, the pack felt heavier than before, the straps digging into our shoulders as we navigated the jagged rocks and steep inclines. We kept walking until the sun finally dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in bruised purples and deep oranges before leaving us in the encroaching shadows. To pass the time and distract us from the burning in our lungs, Monty talked. He spoke about his life with Miles. He told me about their younger years and how Miles had always been his shield, even when the world tried to break them both. He told me about the day they lost his father, and how Miles, barely more tha
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