Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sacrifice Of The Heart: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

The moment Selene stepped through the crimson-lit door, the world around her shifted with a jolt that sucked the breath from her lungs. It wasn’t a fall, nor a walk—it was like being unmade and sewn back together in the same heartbeat.The glow vanished behind her as the door disappeared into the void, leaving only the sound of her own heartbeat echoing in her ears.She stood in a place that wasn’t a room, but not a dream either. The sky above her was a sweeping veil of black silk embroidered with crimson threads that pulsed like veins. Below her feet, the ground shimmered with fragments of memories—hers and others—shattered and scattered like broken glass.In the distance, a single obsidian pillar rose from the ground, crowned by a glowing, heart-shaped crystal suspended mid-air.And chained beneath it… was Damien.Her heart clenched.He was on his knees, shirtless, bloodied, the mark of their bond dimly glowing across his collarbone. Thick silver chains bound him—wrapped around his

The storm broke just before dawn, casting jagged shadows across the ruins of the old cathedral where Elira now stood, her cloak soaked through, her heart thundering with the weight of truth. The rain didn’t cleanse—it drowned, heavy with ash and memory.She hadn’t spoken to Arian since the night he revealed himself. Not because she was angry—but because she was terrified of what she’d say if she did.Behind her, footsteps echoed across the marble floor, soft and certain.“You’re early,” Silas said, his voice lower than usual, hands tucked behind his back as though the secrets he carried might fall out otherwise.Elira didn’t turn to him. “There’s no time to be late anymore.”Silas came to stand beside her, both of them facing the shattered stained glass window where the first light of morning bled through in fractured color.“He would let himself burn for you,” Silas said quietly.“I know,” she replied.“And yet you’re standing here with me.”“I need you both,” she admitted, her voice

The storm that had raged outside Kael’s estate all night had now given way to a brooding silence, the kind that settled just before the air cracked with change. Inside the ancient halls, Elara stood frozen before the old relic chamber, her fingers brushing the edge of a sealed scroll—its wax stamped with the crest of House Vael. A symbol of war. A blood-bound oath made centuries ago… one that had just been reactivated.Dain stepped beside her, his jaw tense. “That scroll should never have been found,” he said, his voice low, eyes darting to the shadows creeping along the marble pillars. “You’ve awakened something that’s been dormant for a reason.”“It found me,” Elara countered, her voice trembling not with fear, but with the weight of knowledge. “And it’s not just a warning. It’s a command. A prophecy laced in vengeance.”Kael entered, cloaked in silence, his expression unreadable. For the first time since their bond deepened, he felt distant—as if torn between duty and desire. He to

The scent of wild jasmine and smoke drifted through the air, clinging to the edges of memory.Elara was just a child again—barefoot, wild-haired, and fierce-eyed. She stood at the edge of the sacred circle deep within the ancient woods of Valemir, watching her mother’s silhouette move gracefully through candlelight.“Do you know what power costs, Elara?” her mother whispered, her voice woven with firelight and sorrow. “Everything. Especially when it’s real.”Young Elara shook her head, clutching a rusted dagger too big for her hands. “I don’t want everything. Just enough to keep Dain safe.”A flicker of pain crossed her mother’s face. “You’re already thinking like a queen. But remember, blood cannot be unraveled once bound to the Circle.”The ritual began.Moonlight spilled through the canopy, bathing the forest floor in silver. Her mother chanted in the old tongue—words that tasted like iron and ancient fire. The runes glowed crimson, the air turning dense with magic.Elara’s fingers

Aethermoor had never known silence like this.The city’s soul felt bruised—its streets dimmer, its sky overcast with more than just weather. It was as if the land itself held its breath, anticipating what would come.Elara stared out from the tower balcony of their temporary safehouse, her thoughts a storm of uncertainty and dread. Kael and Dain hadn’t said much since their return, each man lost in his own thoughts. Celene’s brief appearance had shifted the scales, and now, the game they were playing was no longer just between factions.It was blood against blood.Below, movement stirred. Dain had gathered the rogue Sentinels—those who had broken free from the High Circle’s leash. Their loyalty to Elara was growing, but not without friction. Not everyone trusted her. Especially now that she had stood before the Obsidian Altar and walked away changed.Kael stepped in quietly behind her, setting a hand on the railing beside hers. “You didn’t sleep.”Elara didn’t glance at him. “I couldn