Semua Bab First Bite: Bab 31 - Bab 40

The Book refused to open.No matter how she called to it.No matter how much blood she smeared across its edges, or how many ancient syllables she whispered until her throat grew raw.It had gone still.Not empty.Not dead.Waiting.Autumn understood why.She’d crossed the line with the soul-fire. The Veil didn’t forgive such things. Power always had a price, and the Book—her oldest, cruelest ally—wouldn’t move again until she paid it.The answer came not in its usual sweeping script but scrawled in the margin of a forgotten p

Autumn woke beneath a silver sky. Not gray. Not cloudy.Silver. Pale and bright like the inside of a dream. The light had no source—it simply existed, soaking into her skin, painting everything in shades of frost and memory. She sat up slowly, her body heavy as stone. The world around her spun in a slow carousel of fractured light and soft, echoing sounds. The tower was gone. The altar was gone. The rift—sealed. The Hollow?Silent. Her fingers brushed the ash-stained ground. No pulse of shadow beneath it. No whispers in her ears. Only silence so deep it rang. She was alone. Until a voice brok

The moon hung low, swollen and gold, casting a heavy glow across the clearing where the Veil had once torn the world open. Its light gilded the grass in molten silver, washing everything in a dreamlike hush. Autumn stood barefoot in the dew-damp grass, arms loosely crossed over her chest. Outwardly, the night was warm, soft with summer’s breath. But inside, her thoughts churned like a restless sea. So much had changed.Too much. And part of her feared—no, believed—that he had changed too. The sound of footsteps whispered through the trees. Tristan emerged the way he always did—quiet, shadow clinging to him like a second skin, steel written into the lines of his body. But tonight, he carried no blade, no silver w

The moon hung low in the velvety embrace of the night sky, a vast orb of glistening gold that spilled its luminous glow over the clearing, now a sacred place where the Veil had once been violently severed. Autumn stood with her bare feet nestled in the cool, dewy grass, the moisture tickling her skin. She wrapped her arms around herself, a futile attempt to shield her heart from the roiling tempest that churned within. The balmy night wrapped around her like a comforting quilt, and the gentle breeze brushed her long hair back from her face, but an undercurrent of dread and anxiety twisted deep within her core.Everything in her world had shifted dramatically, leaving her disoriented and fearful—most notably, the thought that he might have changed as well.Emerging from the shadowy embrace of ancient trees, Tristan appeared like a ghost conjured from the depths of night and forged with iron resolve. His silhouette was striking against the backdrop of silver light, but tonight he bore n

Autumn lingered at the fringe of the orchard, her bare feet sinking into the cool, dewy grass, which felt like a refreshing splash of nature’s embrace beneath her. The sun began its slow climb, unfurling golden rays that pierced through the ethereal veil of morning mist, illuminating the world with a warm, hazy glow. The crisp air filled her lungs, carrying the aromatic notes of ripe apples and damp earth, a fragrant invitation to the adventures that awaited.Nestled heavily against her chest was her cherished pendant—a small, intricately designed piece that radiated a gentle warmth against her skin. In her hands, she cradled a second pendant, wrapped tenderly in a lush velvet cloth. It still hummed softly, a vibrating melody that synchronized perfectly with her heartbeat; though it had yet to share its secrets, she could feel its energy—a rhythmic pulse that hinted at a deep, ancient wisdom waiting to be unveiled.Beside her, Jade stepped forward, gripping a well-worn journal whose p