Semua Bab Shattered Vows, Silent Fire : Bab 31 - Bab 40

LyraThe forest had changed.It was no longer the cradle of moonlit secrets and wind-sung lullabies; it breathed with something ancient and raw now, as though the very trees had remembered the blood spilled during the Rite. The air shimmered with unspoken truths, charged with power that hadn’t touched this plane in centuries.Lyra pressed her palm against her abdomen, where a faint warmth pulsed—not just life, but legacy.Their child.Still nestled deep within her womb, her blood had responded to the Rite, just as Kael’s power had. And when the symbols etched in her skin glowed in tandem with the final incantation, it wasn’t fear she’d felt—it was recognition.Something inside her had awakened.But what?They had barely returned to the sanctuary—a forgotten stone chamber hidden beneath the roots of the Whispering Tree—when the world began to splinter. Riven’s body had been taken by the Hollowed Ones, his death unresolved, his betrayal still reeking in the air like burnt ash. And the s

LyraThe air inside the temple no longer felt like air. It was smoke and fire and the whisper of ancient blood. Lyra lay curled on the cold stone, her body trembling as the mark on her stomach glowed brighter—searing her from the inside out.Every contraction, every pulse of magic through her veins, felt like the world was shattering in her womb.She gasped, arching as another surge of energy twisted through her spine. A scream tore from her throat—not from pain, but from the unbearable weight of what she was about to bring into the world.Not just a child.A force that could either end everything… or save it.“Lyra, breathe.” Kael’s voice came from beside her, ragged, broken. His arms were around her. “I’m here. I’m not leaving you. Not now.”She turned her face to him, eyes swimming with tears. “You… you feel her, don’t you?”He nodded slowly, jaw clenched.“She’s trying to come through the flame,” Lyra whispered. “But I’m not strong enough. Not anymore.”Kael shook his head violent

Ashara was no longer the quiet girl from the woods.At nineteen, she had grown into her beauty like the slow bloom of a midnight rose—sharp-jawed, long-limbed, with eyes that no longer dulled themselves for anyone’s comfort. The silver in them no longer shimmered with wonder but burned with longing. Yet even now, even after all these years, she remained caged in a place that pretended to be home.The forest still loomed outside her window. The mansion still creaked in the quiet hours of the night. And Kael—her father, her protector, her wall—had only grown colder.She stormed into the drawing room, her boots clacking against the polished floor, college acceptance letter clenched in her fist like a declaration of war.“I got in,” she said.Kael didn’t look up from the fireplace.“Westerdale University. Full scholarship. Literature and journalism.”Still, he said nothing. Only tossed another log into the fire, the flames crackling louder than his silence.Ashara exhaled. “It’s everythin

The path through the forest curled like a secret, flanked by towering pines and bathed in dappled sunlight that spilled from the heavens in slanted beams. Ashara sat in the passenger seat of her father’s Jeep, her fingers brushing along the windowpane as trees blurred by. A light breeze toyed with a few strands of her dark hair, and though her face held the calm of curiosity, her heart danced with questions. For the first time, Kael was taking her somewhere real—into his world.“Are they close to you?” she asked softly, breaking the long silence.Kael glanced at her with a half-smile. “They’re my brothers. Not by blood, but closer than that in some ways.”Ashara blinked. “You’ve never introduced me to anyone from your past before.”Kael’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, but his voice remained even. “There’s a lot about my past that isn’t… easy to explain. But you deserve to know the people who matter.”As the Jeep turned off the main road and down a rugged dirt trail, a beautifu

The forest bathed in hues of silver and blue as the moonlight filtered through the tall pine trees. Ashara walked quietly with the four boys, her arms wrapped loosely around herself—not because she was cold, but because she was trying to slow the racing beat of her heart.They walked side by side, the path crackling gently beneath their feet. Zev stayed closest to her, just a step ahead, always glancing back to ensure she was okay. Ashara smiled every time his gaze flickered to her—quick, soft, protective.She liked him. That part was easy to admit to herself. But liking someone and understanding why your chest tightens around them were two different things. She pushed that thought away, focused instead on the pine-scented air, the night so quiet it felt enchanted.“You really like the woods, don’t you?” Zev asked gently, catching her gaze as they reached a bend in the path.Ashara turned her face up to the moonlight. “I love it,” she whispered. “It’s like something out of a dream. An