Echoes in blood

The Cult of the HollowValeria bled into the altar.Not metaphorically—literally. She pressed the ceremonial dagger to her palm and dragged the blade down in a jagged line, the coppery scent of her blood curling through the chamber like incense. It dripped into the stone basin before her, mixing with crushed nightshade and the ground bones of stillborn twins.Around her, the cult chanted.They were not witches. Not in the true sense.They were fragments — shattered glass from covens long dead, men and women who had torn out their own magic and replaced it with something else. Something that watched from the Hollow.They wore masks fashioned from infant skulls and black feathers, and their words were older than sin.Valeria had nothing left.Her empire—gone.Her face—scarred, half burned in the final explosion Bain had triggered in her last lair.Her body—withered, starving from the rituals.But her will remained intact. And so did her hate.“The Hollow King hears you,” said the High D

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The awakening of the cimmeran

The ancient guardian stepped down from his throne.Cimmeran towered over them, his skin no longer stone but a shifting tapestry of runes and molten black light. His voice echoed in the marrow of their bones, not in sound, but in memory.“You do not understand the cost of this alliance,” he told Bain. “When I fought the Hollow King the first time, the world was torn in half. We won only by becoming monsters ourselves.”Bain didn’t flinch. “Then teach us how to be monsters.”Behind him, Vulture rolled his eyes. “That’s our boss’s version of a friendly introduction.”Cimmeran turned to Elias, who stood beside Seraphina and Malthea. The boy’s shoulders were squared, his expression unreadable—but his aura churned like a storm.“He is the key,” Cimmeran said softly. “The Hollow knows it.”Seraphina stepped forward. “He’s not a weapon. He’s a child.”“Not for long,” Cimmeran replied. “Your blood sings of battle and darkness. He carries both legacies—one by birth, one by choice.”Malthea plac

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blood beneath the stone

The Circle of FourIn the war chamber beneath the Austrian fortress, the air vibrated with arcane energy.Cassie stood within a painted circle, hand resting over her stomach where their second child grew. She was calm, focused, her aura pulsing faintly gold. Cassian slept peacefully in a nearby room, guarded by an inner wall of runes layered by Petrov, Vulture, and Sokolov.Across from her stood Elias—hood drawn, hands aglow with inherited power.To one side, Seraphina lit the sanctified candles with murmured invocations in Enochian, while Bain placed the relic blade—taken from one of Valeria’s earliest ritual victims—at the center of the warded diagram.“Ready?” he asked.Cassie nodded.Elias looked up. “She’s listening.”A cold wind snaked through the stone vault, though the chamber was sealed. The shadows along the walls rippled as if breathing.Vulture muttered, “Feels like we’re summoning a damn god.”“No,” Seraphina whispered. “We’re warning one.”The spell began with Elias’s vo

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Echoes in blood

The awakening of the cimmeran

blood beneath the stone