Semua Bab Bound by Darkness: Shadowborn: Bab 111 - Bab 115

Ciaran's POVShe said yes.A single word, carried on the chill of the evening, dropped like a blade into still water. The ripples spread across the clearing, through the trees, across the shadows, and deep into Ciaran’s chest. Everything shifted.From the edge of the forest, hidden just beyond the reach of the blood moon’s crimson glow, he felt the pulse of magic roll outward. It was a living thing, hungry, ancient, unforgiving. It snaked along the ground, curling around roots and rocks, brushing against his skin and leaving gooseflesh in its wake. This was power older than kingdoms, older than gods. And Therrin had agreed to it.His Therrin.The thought weighed on him, both bitter and sweet. He could barely name the feeling. It wasn’t relief. It wasn’t hope. It wasn’t even joy. It was something far darker. Far deeper.Satisfaction.He had waited for this moment for years. Watched silently, unseen, as she grew under impo

The night had settled like a slow, suffocating breath over the ancient glade. Above, the blood moon hung low and heavy, a deep crimson orb bleeding light across the clearing. Its glow twisted through the trees, making long, jagged shadows that reached like skeletal fingers toward the earth. The air was thick and damp, carrying the scent of wet leaves, moss, and something sharper—metallic, iron-like, faintly bitter. A quiet tension threaded through the space, as if the forest itself had paused, holding its breath in expectation.Torches flickered in a wide circle, their flames trembling as though aware of the forces stirring in the glade. The light bent and stretched along the uneven terrain, catching on gnarled roots and the twisted trunks of ancient trees. It seemed almost alive, flickering with desperation, fighting against the oppressive darkness. The glade itself felt older than time, steeped in rituals long forgotten, carrying echoes of power too old to be understood,

Author’s Note – Thank You To my incredible readers, If you’ve made it to this point in Bound by Darkness: Shadowborn, I need you to know something — I am endlessly grateful for you. Whether you devoured these pages in a single sitting or savored them piece by piece, your time, your attention, and your willingness to step into Therrin’s world means more to me than words can fully capture. Writing this story has been a journey, not just for the characters you’ve met, but for me as well — one of late nights, stubborn scenes, and moments where the characters seemed to run ahead of me and refuse to look back. From the moment Therrin’s shadow-laced destiny took root in my mind, I knew hers would not be an easy path. This book is the beginning of something larger, darker, and far more dangerous than even she realizes — and watching you, the reader, take that first step with her has been a gift I’ll treasure always. You’ve met Ther