Todos los capítulos de THE CHOSEN ONE: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

AIYANAThe morning breeze was cold and damp, carrying the perfume of the garden flowers, too sweet, almost nauseating. With each step, the grass beneath my feet seemed thicker, heavier, as if something below wanted to keep me from moving forward. The back garden was the quietest part of the mansion, with flowerbeds so carefully tended it was hard to notice what lay beneath them.Graves.Bodies buried under the flowers.Vardam was there, his back to me, hands hovering over a circle of stones covered in moss. The surrounding air vibrated with energy, and the petals of the flowers trembled as if alive. He murmured words in an ancient tongue, the spell glowing in shades of purple and gold."Wh

AIYANA"Your father is dead. It was Eryx who killed him.""Why?" I managed to ask, my voice faltering. "Why lie to me?"Vardam shrugged, as if the weight of it affected him not at all. Even as my body began to grow lethargic, I could feel the anger flowing like thorns, cutting from the inside out."Because it was easier. Because it was useful. And, honestly… it was fun to see how much you trusted someone you’d just met, just because he said he was your daddy."I couldn’t feel the ground beneath my feet. I didn’t hear the wind among the trees. All that existed was that sound.His voice.His laugh

MAXIMVardam had reinforced the protections around the house, of course he had. The bastard knew we’d try to get out.I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to steady my breathing, but it was useless. My chest burned as if being carved from the inside. Her name pulsed in me with every beat of my heart. Aiyana. My partner.“Ready?” Icarus asked at my side, his voice steady but tight.I nodded, clenching my fists.“Let’s end this shit.”We positioned ourselves in front of the enchanted gate, now even more sealed with runes that glowed a grim red. There was a new lock on the enchantment, as if the spell itself was daring us to try.Icarus began, like last time. His eyes became a black abyss, and I felt the energy flowing out of him like a whirlpool. His gift drew on the essence of the magic, sucking it layer by layer.I raised my hands and summoned my own power; a protective barrier wrapped around both of us like an invisible bubble. It was instinctual, almost like breathing. Something I’

AIYANAHeat roared around me.Vardam stood before me, the door opens behind his shoulders. He watched me too carefully for someone surrounded by fire.I stretched out my hand, and the flame obeyed.A jet of fire shot at him, straight as an arrow. Vardam didn’t even blink. He raised an arm covered in ancient symbols. A wall of black energy appeared between us, dense as condensed smoke.The fire struck, ricocheting violently against the stone walls, cracking, roaring. A wild, free sound. Shadows danced, twisted, reflecting my silhouette on the ceiling, eyes blazing, hair untamed, skin glowing with an amber light that didn’t come from the fire, but from within.“You’re really trying to burn me alive?” he murmured, tilting his head with that mocking tone.My blood boiled along with the embers. I surged forward.I didn’t think. I let the fire guide my steps, as if every spark knew a path I didn’t yet understand.Flames burst from my palm, but the heat didn’t hurt me. On the contrary, it co

AIYANA"Which one of them are you bound to?"The question dropped like a sharp stone into the silence of the forest. Max and Icarus moved at the same time, tense. Icarus’s arm tightened around my waist, and Max clenched his fists. So Vardam hadn’t told her about that part? Did he think it wasn’t important, or did he have a secret reason?"What kind of question is that?!" Max growled. "That’s none of your business."But Josefina ignored his reaction. Her eyes were still fixed on me."Honestly, I think this concept is so… archaic." She shook her head slowly, as if faced with something foolish. "Soul bonds. A piece of yourself living inside another being. As if love and destiny were enough to justify possession. A beautiful kind of prison, isn’t it?""It’s not a prison," I replied, despite the fear pressing in my chest. "It’s the purest connection there is, two beings made for each other.""It’s an illusion," she shot back without hesitation, her voice firm. "You think it’s love, but it’