All Chapters of Bloodbound: The legacy of Serelai : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The forest went dead silent after Drysana's warning dissolved into the ice. The forbearers stood frozen, holding the journal so tight their hands hurt. It felt like the only thing keeping her steady in a world falling apart.Ash and Kael stood close, their faces pale and serious under the creepy purple light glowing from the trees. The air felt heavy, like something was watching them and waiting for them to make a mistake.“What did you mean, we’re not ready?” Ash asked, his voice rough and tired from everything they'd been through. He touched her arm gently, trying to comfort her.Liora looked into his warm golden eyes, then at Kael's violet ones. "In those mirrors, I saw us. Different versions of ourselves, some where we win, others where we lose everything and everyone," she said. "This prophecy... It's not just a story. It's testing us. It wants to see if we can really trust each other, even when it feels impossible."Kael shook his head. "Trust is an easy word to say. It's a lot

The world didn’t end with a loud noise, but with a tear. The ground split open rightly under their feet like cloth and bones ripping simultaneously.The cracks glowed with a scary red light, and a freezing wind blew from the bottomless black hole. The cold wind was like the breath of something long dead. It didn’t just chill their skin; it felt like it was stealing the very warmth from their souls, thus silencing even the steady sound of rain.Liora stared into the hole. It wasn’t just a hole in the ground; it felt like a complete void itself, a promise that everything would disappear. The glowing marks on her wrist burned with a fresh, sharp pain. She held the old journal so tightly, as if her life depended on it. It felt warm, almost like a heartbeat, against the terrible cold.On the other side of the crack, the echo-girl Drysana just watched. She was now solid and terrifyingly real. Her smile was cruel and cold. The smile on her face looked just like Liora’s, and she was no longer

The path out of the Haven got dark and quiet. The forest swallowed the sound, so the only sound was their own breathing and their footsteps. The air felt heavy and cold.Liora felt the dread Mira warned about. It was like a hook in her chest, pulling her forward."Does anyone else feel that?" Ash whispered. "Like something’s watching us.”Kael just nodded, looking at the scary, twisted trees, whose branches looked like claws.Liora held the small vial in her pocket. It felt cool and safe.They walked for a long time. The trees never changed. It felt like they weren’t moving.Then, whispers started in their heads.*You’re weak*, a voice said in Liora’s mind, sounding like her.She pulsed, shaking her head. Ash stopped, his face looking pale and scared.*You let Elara die, Ash*, his own voice whispered. *You held her hand, but you let go. You’ll let them go too.*He backed away, a painful sound caught in his throat. The glowing stone in his hand was his only hold on reality."Don’t list

Climbing out of the cave felt like escaping a grave. The soft blue glow was gone, dead with Lyra. The moss was now dry and black. Ash tried to make a light with his magic, but his hands were red and blistered. No matter how hard he tried, the light wouldn't come. All they heard was their heavy breathing and boots scraping the stone floor.Liora walked last, her hand brushing the cold wall to keep steady. She looked at Ash’s back and the way Kael’s steps shook. She knew she loved them, it was a fact, like knowing the sky is blue. “They’re my friends. I fought for them,” she thought.But the warm feeling of love, the spark she used to feel when they held hands, was gone. Stolen. All she felt now was an empty, cold, hollowed spot in her chest.“Stop,” Ash said, his voice rough. He leaned against the wall. “I can't go on. My hands hurt too much. It’s like holding fire.”They sat in the dark, too tired to move. The silence was heavy, almost like a weight around them.Kael spoke softly. “I

The world felt small and tight inside the dusty granary. The air smelled of old grain and sadness. Outside, the only sound was the steady push of bodies against the heavy oak door. Thud. Thud. Thud.It wasn’t frantic, it wasn’t violent, it was worse: slow, patient, unstoppable. It was like the sound of home itself trying to break in, to swallow them whole in a fake hug that would trap them forever.Eli’s small, pale hand was still reaching out to his sister, Liora, his fingers limp and cold. The words he had spoken, the words it had made him say, “Come Home “ hung frozen in the quiet air. It was a trap dressed like a gift, a shiny cage that looked harmless. It sounded so simple and safe, but Liora knew it was a trick, a pretty lie hiding something bad.Meanwhile, Ash was falling apart beside her, breathing hard and broken. A low, painful sound, like a trapped animal, came from his throat. The pink light made his tear-stained face look both young and old at the same time.“Liora,” he