All Chapters of The Blood Bound Legacy: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The decision hung like a blade in the air.I had said it out loud. I had admitted the truth I’d been avoiding. And now there was no going back.I was going to them.To the Old Ones.To negotiate.To survive.Maxwell was livid.Jameson was giving me the look like he wanted to pound his head against the wall.Soraya had gone utterly quiet, her fingers twitching like she was already starting to mentally work through potential protective spells.And my father—My father was simply observing me.Because he already knew.He knew before I did that this was coming.That this was the only way.Maxwell was the first to speak; his voice was dangerously calm.“No.”I inhaled. “Max—”“No,” he said again, moving forward, his golden eyes alight with unhidden rage. “We are not going to allow you to walk into their hands.”I squared my shoulders. “It’s not about permitting me to do anything. It’s happening.”His jaw clenched. “Like hell it is.”I exhaled slowly. “Max, we have no choice.”“There is alw

I was falling.Not through air, not through time, but through something more elemental. Something endless.No longer were the Old Ones just speaking to me.They were pulling me in.I could sense them — within me, around me, whispering in a language that predates creation itself. My body blazed, my skin thrumming with an energy I had no name for, something ancient and inescapable.I gasped, trying to keep myself together, to resist, but their voices only filled up the room.“You’ve already crossed the threshold.”I clenched my fists. “I didn’t ask for this.”“Didn’t you?”The ground beneath me — if it could be so-called — trembled. The space in my vicinity was formless, an infinity of gazing orbs. They saw me, in ways I had never been seen.In ways I couldn’t hide from.I swallowed hard. “I came here to talk.”“And we have been listening.”Their voices were everywhere.“Tell us, Guardian.”The air thickened. It wrapped around my ribs and squeezed.“What are you willing to offer for pea

I could hear my heartbeat in the heavy silence filled with the weight of my words. And no one wanted to be the first to say it because we all knew if they did, there was no turning back. Jameson broke first, rubbing his hand down his face and shaking his head — looking at me like I’d finally lost my mind.“This is insane. Do you hear yourself, Lena? Did you seek to intimidate the supernatural world? Do you even know what that means? What that invite?” His voice was cutting, waves of frustration coming off him.I breathed out, the burden of my decisions hitting me hard in the marrow. “I know perfectly well what it means. It means we are no longer the ones who are running. That we aren’t the ones who look over their shoulders and wonder when it will happen again. It means we are showing we aren’t prey. Not to the Old Ones. Not to the Council. Not to anyone.”Jameson scoffed. “Yeah? And when they all decide that you’re too dangerous to exist? Because that’s exactly what’s going to happen

The Forgotten Clans. The exiled. The monsters even the underworld had rejected. They were more than dangerous — they were fickle, broken, held together by little but ancient grudges and fury toward those who had expelled them. And now, I was going to ask them to pick a side.Jameson reclined back in his chair, running a hand down his face as if he could already sense the headache brewing. “You realize that they have every reason to kill us on sight, yes?”Soraya folded her arms and leveled a pointed gaze at me. “They don’t do alliances, Lena. They don’t follow any of each other, or anyone else, for that matter. In such a situation, if you approach them, you’re stepping into a fight before you even say a word.”I met her gaze, steady. “Then I make them listen.”Maxwell, who so far had been disconcertingly quiet, finally broke his silence. His voice was level, but there was an undertone of urgency. “And if they don’t?”I turned to him. “Then we make an example.”His golden gaze pierced 

Lilith didn’t speak for a long moment. She just watched me, her sharp eyes studying every flicker of golden light still pulsing around my fingers, every measured breath I took, every shift of my stance.She had expected me to fail.And now, she was deciding what to do with the fact that I hadn’t.The silence stretched, heavy and waiting, until finally, she smiled. “Impressive.”Jameson let out a sharp breath. “Yeah, that’s one word for it.”Maxwell, who had been standing at the edge of the fight, looked like he was barely holding himself back from dragging me out of there. His golden eyes were locked onto me, unreadable but burning.Lilith gestured to the now-empty chamber. “You just faced the Unmade and walked away. Not many can say that.”I inhaled slowly, willing my pulse to steady. “If I couldn’t handle the darkness, I wouldn’t be here.”Lilith’s smile widened. “Spoken like someone who’s already lost their fear.”Soraya stepped closer, crossing her arms. “Fear isn’t the problem. T