All Chapters of Marked in the Middle: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The smoke was still hanging low in the air, heavy with the smell of burnt iron and blood. My boots crunched over glass and debris as I stepped through what used to be the Council’s great hall, now just a hollow shell of cracked marble and ruin. The fire had eaten through everything except the memories.Roman was behind me, quiet but watchful. The flicker of flame light traced the hard edge of his jaw, and for the first time since this all started, he looked... tired. Not broken, not beaten, just human.“Tell me it’s over,” I said. My voice sounded rough, like it had been dragged through the dirt with me.Roman didn’t answer. He walked past me, his boots echoing in the silence, then crouched near one of the fallen banners, the old Silver Ash insignia, half-burned and soaked in blood.“It’s never over,” he murmured.He was right. Deep down, I knew it too. Because even with the Council destroyed, the mark on my arm still burned faintly, a slow, pulsing reminder that whatever this was, wh

The air was heavy, thick like fog soaked in whispers. Every breath scraped down my throat, tasting like silver dust and something… older. The world around us was colorless, endless, like the horizon had been erased.Kael pushed himself up beside me, his hands trembling slightly as his eyes darted around.“This isn’t the city anymore,” he muttered. “It’s like… a reflection.”He wasn’t wrong. The ground beneath our feet looked like cracked glass, reflecting faint shapes that moved even when we didn’t. My wolf prowled restlessly beneath my skin, ears pricked toward the far-off sounds that didn’t quite belong to this world.“The Veil,” I whispered. “We’re inside it.”Kael looked at me, his face pale under the dim, shimmering light.“Then we’re standing between realms.”“Yeah,” I said quietly, my voice barely holding steady. “And whatever Nikolai unleashed… it’s somewhere in here.”We began walking, each step echoing in ways that didn’t make sense, too loud, too hollow, as though the Veil

The sky above Viremont bled red. Not from the setting sun but from fire. Smoke rolled through the streets like a living shadow, thick and hungry, swallowing the last of the light. The city that had once belonged to no one now belonged to everyone fighting to claim it.I stood at the edge of the central square, my breath cold in my chest despite the heat. My hands were shaking, blood-slick, the silver pendant at my throat humming faintly against my skin. The Pendant of the Lost. The very thing that started all this.Kael was at my back, his voice low. “You shouldn’t be here.”I turned slightly, catching the glint of exhaustion in his eyes. “You say that every time,” I murmured. “And yet, somehow, I keep being exactly where I need to be.”He gave me that ghost of a smile. “That’s what scares me.”The roar of fighting echoed from the northern gates. The Silver Ash soldiers were pushing through, their armor flashing under the firelight. Roman people, my people, now, were holding the line,

The cracks widened before dawn. Viremont trembled as if the city itself were exhaling after holding its breath for centuries. The sound wasn’t thunder, it was older, deeper, something that came from under the bones of the earth.From my spot on the old balcony overlooking the ruined square, I watched the streets split apart like veins of light. Every pulse from below made the pendant around my neck respond, flaring red in time with the tremors. The connection was undeniable now, it wasn’t reacting to the city. The city was reacting to it.Roman was beside me, watching with that same grim calm. “It’s starting,” he said quietly.Kael’s voice came over the comm crystal clipped to his jacket. “We’ve sealed the southern sector. The tunnels are unstable, but if you want to move, it’s now or never.”Roman turned to me. “We’re going below.”I nodded once. “Then let’s finish what started this.”The catacombs of Viremont were older than any pack record. They’d been carved when wolves still foug

The western wind carried a chill that didn’t belong to this season. It wasn’t the kind of cold that bit into your skin, it was quieter, sharper, the kind that slipped into your bones and whispered warnings.Viremont had been holding its fragile peace for barely a day. The fires had gone out, the streets were being cleared, the Haven’s wounded were resting and now this.The stranger’s voice still echoed in my mind: “The balance has been broken.”Roman was already halfway to the western gate when I caught up with him. His stride was quick, purposeful, the kind of movement that said he was ready to fight again if he had to.“Wait,” I said, grabbing his arm. “We don’t even know who or what we’re walking into.”His eyes, golden under the dim sky, flicked toward me. “You felt it too. Whoever that was, they weren’t bluffing.”“I know. But I’m not letting you walk into another unknown without a plan.”Roman smirked, that dangerous curve of his lips that always made my pulse skip. “Since when