Lahat ng Kabanata ng Tethered To Fate : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 104

Chapter 100: Mark of the Unknown(Nayla’s POV)The apartment was too quiet.Not peaceful quiet — not the kind that wraps around your shoulders like a blanket — but the eerie stillness before a storm. Even the hum of the city below felt distant, muffled by something I couldn’t name.I sat cross-legged on the floor beside the coffee table, the scroll from the temple spread out in front of me like an offering. The ancient paper pulsed faintly beneath my fingers, its symbols inked in blood-red and fading gold.I had been studying it for hours, tracing the runes, trying to understand why some moved when I blinked while others stayed frozen. My notes were scattered around me, filled with fragments that barely made sense:Where shadow drinks blood, the line must be drawn.Flame answers blood. The heir must burn or rise.A mark appears before the fall of fate.I didn’t understand.Asena stirred inside me. Not alarmed—but watching. Alert. Her energy pressed softly against my skin, like she was

Chapter 102: The Breath on Her NeckNayla’s POV)I had hoped for peace.Just one evening to feel normal. To let the scroll, the prophecy, the mark all blur into the background for a while. But my body wouldn’t let me rest.The cup of tea in my hands had long gone cold, but I hadn’t moved from the window. The skyline stretched wide and glittering beyond the glass, but I wasn’t looking at it.I was listening.To nothing.And somehow, that was worse.Asena stirred faintly within me. No growl. No warning. But her presence had shifted — her energy leaned toward the window like something was calling to her.I stepped outside onto the balcony, drawing my robe tighter around my body. The city below pulsed and breathed, oblivious to the storm crawling into our world. The wind wasn’t cold, but it bit at my skin like it knew I didn’t belong to stillness tonight.That’s when I felt it.It didn’t come as a scent or a sound. Just a sensation.A breath.Not mine.The fine hairs on the back of my nec