All Chapters of Rosie's Bloom: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Aria POVClara hits the ground so hard the sand ripples beneath her.Lightning detonates out of her in savage bursts not controlled, not shaped, just raw, screaming energy. The air around her crackles in violent waves, bending, warping, pulling toward her like she’s the eye of a storm dragging the world inward.The fragment wraps around her like molten silver, claws sinking into her aura instead of her flesh. It’s not consuming her.It’s merging.“No Clara ”I sprint toward her, moonfire erupting in my palms.The goddess dives in front of me, silver spreading through the air like a barrier. “Stay back, core.”“I’m not staying back!” I scream. “She’ll die!”“She will not die,” the goddess hisses. “She is doing exactly what she was created to do.”My blood freezes.What.What does that mean?Ares staggers beside me, gold flaring dangerously unstable. “If she merges with it if she absorbs a fragment she’ll overload ”“No,” the goddess whispers, eyes pinned on Clara. “She will asc

Aria POVThe white realm cracks.Not breaking closing.The symbols beneath my feet flare like molten silver, sealing into a perfect circle around me. Each line pulls tighter, locking into place like the pieces of a cage that was always meant to snap shut.I run.I try to run.But the floor stretches, endless, like a mirrored horizon sliding away from me.“No no, no, no let me out ”My voice echoes, swallowed by the void.I slam my hands against the invisible barrier forming around me, moonfire burning through my veins.“Ares! Clara! can you ”Nothing.No sound goes out.No breath goes in.It’s like the world just… severed.My pulse spikes.This isn’t a space.It’s a seal.A holding chamber designed for one thing:A goddess waiting to be born.The white version of me the half-divine echo watches calmly.“You cannot leave until you choose.”“I’m not choosing!” I snap, panic rising. “Not without Clara, not without Ares, not alone ”“You are alone,” she says softly. “That is the poin

Ares POVSomething rips through the world.Not wind. Not power. Not magic.Something older. Something raw. Something that feels like a goddess screaming.My body reacts before my mind does every muscle locking, ribs tightening like a fist is squeezing my lungs from the inside.Gold erupts from under my skin in jagged bursts. Uncontrolled. Unstable. Wrong.“Ares!” Mira shouts somewhere behind me, but her voice feels like it’s underwater.I drop to one knee.The sand around me cracks outward in a sunburst pattern, glowing faintly gold. My pulse pounds so loud it drowns out the ocean. The air tastes like lightning and moonfire Clara and Aria’s signatures tangled together in a way I’ve never felt before.Shit.Something’s happening in there. Something huge.The bond pulls tight too tight like both of them are yanking on opposite ends of a thread buried in my chest.“Stop ” I gasp under my breath, fingers digging into the sand. “Don’t tear yourselves apart…”But they can’t h

Aria POVAres’s arms are the only thing keeping me upright.My knees keep buckling, breath shuddering, muscles shaking like I’ve been running for days. Every part of me feels unrooted like my soul didn’t land in my body correctly.But worse than the dizziness…worse than the aching moonfire still crawling under my skin……is the silence.Clara’s silence.I cling to Ares’s shirt, my fingers twisting into the fabric, trying to feel for her through the bond. Trying to sense even the smallest spark.Nothing.A blank wall where she should be.“Ares…” My voice breaks. “I can’t feel her. I can’t.”His hand cups the back of my head, pulling me into his neck.“Aria, breathe. Please just breathe.”But I can’t.Not properly.Not when the world keeps tilting and Clara is gone and the realm is collapsing somewhere behind my eyelids.Ares presses his forehead against mine, his voice trembling.“She’s alive. I know it. I felt her power right before you came through. She didn’t break.”“Then where ” M

Aria POVSomething is wrong with the moon.I can feel it even before I lift my head.The air hums with pressure, thick enough that my lungs fight against it.Ares is half-carrying me across the forest path, Mira and James following close behind, flinching every time white sparks flicker off my skin.The bond aches.Hollow.Burning.Clara’s absence pulls at me like a gravity well a void inside my ribs.“She’s close,” I whisper.Ares slows but doesn’t stop. “Aria, we don’t know that. The corruption could be mimicking ”“No,” I hiss, more sharply than I meant to. “It’s her. I know her energy.”Or maybe…Maybe the goddess wants me to think it’s her.A flicker of white flashes across the corner of my vision. My breath stutters.Ares tightens his hold on my waist immediately.“Talk to me.”His voice is steady, but his pulse isn’t.I swallow hard.“She’s trying to surface again.”The goddess, not Clara.My hands shake.The white cracks on my skin widen like they’re trying to spread.Mira r