บททั้งหมดของ Her Hidden Power: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The night draped over the canyon like a velvet shroud, stars twinkling faintly as if fearful to witness what was about to unfold. Eva stood at the cliff’s edge, the wind tugging at her hair and cloak, carrying whispers of foreboding. Her Flame and Shadow swirled around her, coiling like serpents, responding to the tension in the air. Every instinct screamed that this was more than a mere confrontation it was a reckoning.Her protector remained behind her, eyes scanning the darkness, muscles coiled like a panther ready to strike. “Stay close,” he murmured, voice low. “This is not like anything we’ve faced before. The cloaked figure… it knows you. Knows your weaknesses.”Eva’s jaw tightened. “Then it will see my strength instead.” She exhaled, allowing the combined energy of her powers to flow through her, steadying the fear, sharpening the focus. Every heartbeat resonated with purpose, every pulse of light and shadow harmonizing with the unyielding force within.From the depths of the

The clearing was still heavy with the weight of Eva’s declaration, yet silence stretched like a blade waiting to fall. Her protector stood behind her, gaze fixed on the shimmering runes that pulsed faintly across the ancient monoliths. The shadowy form at the edge of the stones did not advance, but neither did it vanish. It lingered with purpose, as though tethered to her very breath.Eva’s heart thundered. Every instinct told her to demand answers, to rip truth from the darkness that taunted her. But her protector’s hand came to rest gently on her shoulder, steadying her. “Do not rush,” he murmured. “The shadows thrive on impatience.”Still, she couldn’t stop staring. There was something in the way the figure tilted its head, in the faint echo of its aura, that struck too close to familiarity. It wasn’t merely an enemy it was something far more insidious, more personal.The shadow’s voice, low and distorted, finally broke the silence.“You do not remember me. But I… remember everythi

The night pressed heavy on Eva’s shoulders as they returned to the village outskirts. Lanterns glowed faintly in the distance, their light flickering weakly against the pressing darkness, but the path ahead felt colder than the forest they had just left. Each step seemed to pull her deeper into a world that was both familiar and foreign. She clutched the shard in her pocket, the rune etched into it searing against her palm as if it had its own pulse. At times she swore it beat faster than her heart, as though urging her forward, whispering to her through its strange, silent language. The heat of it should have frightened her, yet instead it pulled at her curiosity, feeding that gnawing ache inside her that demanded answers. Her protector walked ahead, tall and silent, his silhouette sharp against the weak lantern glow. His movements were sharp, measured, as if every sound in the night had a blade hidden behind it. She could almost feel the questions burning inside him, questions he

The house was quieter than ever, the kind of silence that pressed against the ears and made every breath feel loud, intrusive, alive. Elena moved through the hallways cautiously, each step measured, every shadow a possible threat. The events in the attic had left her drained, her body trembling with exhaustion and adrenaline, yet her mind refused to rest. Her eyes, now flickering gold and dark, caught the smallest movements, every corner seeming to twist and pulse with hidden life.Damon followed behind her, close enough to provide reassurance, far enough to let her lead. His presence was a constant hum in her mind, the bond a tether anchoring her to the real world, preventing her from being swallowed by the fear that threatened to overtake her. She could feel his pulse, steady and controlled, contrasting sharply with her own racing heartbeat, reminding her that she wasn’t alone.As they reached the grand staircase, a low whisper brushed through the air, so subtle that she might have

The forest had shifted in subtle ways since the night of the shadow attack, and Aria could feel it under her feet, in the rustle of leaves, in the faint pulse of her own power. The mist curled low over the roots and stones, curling around her ankles like living fingers, whispering secrets she couldn’t yet understand. Even with Damon beside her, the weight of anticipation pressed on her chest, and she could feel the forest watching, waiting, testing her in ways she couldn’t name.Damon moved silently beside her, wolf form shimmering into human in the gaps of shadow, his presence steady, unwavering, a tether to reality as the unknown stretched before them. “The heart of the forest is close,” he said, voice low, almost reverent. “Whatever is calling you, it grows stronger. And so must you.”Aria’s pulse quickened. The bond thrummed violently, weaving together their power, her heartbeat, and the ancient life in the trees around them. She had grown accustomed to the glow that radiated from