Semua Bab Chains of Fortune: Beneath the Blackwood Name : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Her name was IV-10.I remembered nothing about her.But she remembered everything about me.Clara found the file buried in a corrupted backup server while the lab was still collapsing. The code was fragmented, but one line repeated over and over in a loop, like it had been branded there intentionally:“The shadow follows the source.”“If IV-9 fails to inherit, activate the second.”Not a failsafe.A replacement.“She’s alive,” Clara said, her voice tight with something between awe and dread. “Another one. Designed with everything you have—but none of your resistance.”Lucien’s jaw clenched. “How long have they known?”“Decades,” she answered. “IV-10 wasn’t created after you. She was grown alongside you. A mirror. A rival. Possibly… a weapon to destroy you if you refused the Architect’s call.”My blood ran cold.“So where is she now?”Clara hesitated. “Moscow. Underground. They kept her locked in a deep-code cryostasis vault. She’s awake now. The signal activated her the moment you

The sirens started low.A dull, metallic hum echoing through the cryo-chambers like the growl of something awakening. Lucien was the first to move—he yanked me to my feet before I could process the red strobe beginning to pulse above our heads.BREACH DETECTED.MAIN HANGAR. CODE BLACK.UNAUTHORIZED ENTRY.My blood froze.Not from the cold.From recognition.Because the breach code wasn’t military.It was internal.Whoever had just entered wasn’t an outsider.They were someone the Architect had invited.Lucien’s grip tightened. “We need to get to the upper level. Now.”I nodded, breath caught somewhere between dread and fury. We ran—past rows of sleeping children, past a war I hadn’t asked for, past a future I was desperate to rewrite.This place wasn’t just a lab.It was a seed.And someone wanted to burn the garden before it ever bloomed.The hangar doors were breached by precision—clean, clinical. Not explosive. Not rushed.Clara’s voice hissed through Lucien’s earpiece. “I’ve

There are six of them.Six children born of my blood, forged from fragments of a genome I never consented to share. And one of them—one—now carries the ghost of a woman I thought I had finally buried.The Architect.She didn't die in me.She escaped.Now she’s somewhere inside them.I stood in the observation chamber as their stasis pods hissed softly, lined like sleeping angels beneath cool blue light. They looked peaceful. Fragile. Too small to carry something so monstrous.Lucien stood beside me, his arms folded tightly across his chest, every muscle drawn tight like a loaded weapon.Clara’s voice broke the silence: “We scanned every neural feed. No anomalies. No spikes. But it’s in there. I can feel it. A whisper in the code.”“How do we find out which one?” I asked.Clara hesitated. “We can’t. Not without risking full awakening.”“So we’re blind.”“Not blind,” she said. “Just... uncertain.”Lucien’s jaw clenched. “We should isolate them.”“No,” I said instantly.He

They say the human mind has a defense mechanism—one that wraps trauma in shadows, tucks it into a corner, and builds a door you forget how to open.But what happens when the lock unpicks itself?What happens when you remember the girl who disappeared?And realize she was you all along?The storm had crawled across the horizon long before the rain started falling.I stood at the edge of the balcony, Lucien’s coat wrapped tight around my shoulders even though the wind didn’t bite. The sky above HALCYON Base was a blistering bruised violet, lit by data surges rather than lightning. The whole station thrummed with energy. Alive. Too alive.Behind me, Wren slept. Or pretended to.She hadn’t spoken since the last transmission.The one that whispered my name in a voice that wasn’t human.I pressed my palms against the cold steel railing.What scared me most wasn’t what the voice had said.It was that it knew me.Not the woman I had become.But the girl I used to be.I closed my

They say power comes in threes.Three strands to every story—what is, what was, and what should never be.But no one warned me what would happen when those three collided.Not in a whisper.Not in a scream.And certainly not with the voice that fractured the air inside HALCYON’s glass cathedral.A voice that didn’t belong to Rhea.Or to Wren.Or to any human thing.The lights above us dimmed, not like a power failure, but like obedience. As if something greater had entered the room—and even the stars outside dared not look in.And then, it spoke.“She was only ever the opening note.”My breath caught in my throat. My body froze, chilled beneath layers of engineered heat-skin. The words weren’t heard so much as felt—vibrating in the marrow, crawling beneath the skin, brushing against thought itself like fingers sliding across piano wire.Lucien stepped in front of me instinctively, shielding me with his frame. But I saw the tension in his neck. The way his spine straightened. That sou