All Chapters of Bloodbound: The legacy of Serelai : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The silence after the gate closed was heavy. It pressed on their ears like a blanket, totally quiet where the giant creature's grinding scrape in the distance felt like the only real noise in this nightmare world..They felt like tiny insects on the floor of a giant’s house, hoping not to be seen.Ash was the first to move, he didn’t shout. He grabbed Kael by his shirt, his face full of fierce, scared anger. “This,” he whispered close to Kael’s face, trying to keep quiet, “is where your mother’s secret brought us. A graveyard.”Kael didn’t push him away, he stared past Ash, his eyes wide, fixed on the huge, pulsing horror. “She didn’t know,” he said, quiet and empty. “She knew about sickness. Not… this body.” For the first time, the weight of his mother’s legacy crushed him. He wasn’t the brave hunter now, he was like a lost boy.“The air,” Elara gasped, holding her chest. She wasn’t just cold; she was fading. “It’s not cold. It’s… empty, like it's draining me.” Her pain from the pin

The dawn light felt strange, too soft, too normal for the world they now lived in. The empty village, with its scars and broken doors, should have been scary. But after the terrible world they left behind, it felt like a fragile, precious memory.Ash couldn’t bring himself to look at Liora for long. His eyes would glance at her, her familiar face, the way she tucked hair behind her ear, but then get caught on the impossible silver light in her eyes. It was the same light he’d seen before, but now it was calm and deep, like the sun behind her eyes. She had won and the win had changed her.Kael’s guilt felt heavy, like a cage around him. He stood apart, his crossed arms, staring at the ground, as if answers were in the dust. He had chosen the mission, his cold logic of survival, and the girl had returned a queen. He didn’t know how to act, and he couldn’t meet her gaze as an equal.Elara was the only one not afraid, she moved closer to Liora, sharing a bond from her own fight with the p

The tunnel inside the mountain was a place of quiet, clean light. The air hummed with a low, almost silent vibration that shook their teeth. After the rotting village and the wild chaos of the other world, this place felt too perfect, too clean like a fancy golden cage, as Ash feared, but without any bars.They moved slowly, their steps quiet on the smooth floor. The tunnel split, but the journal in Elara’s hands pulsed with warmth, clearly, pulling them deeper into the mountain. They passed open rooms with impossible scenes: one with liquid light swirling in the air, another with a Silent Sister standing still, her hands in a basin of light like stars, eyes closed and focused.No one blocked them, no one even saw them. It was the deepest neglect they had ever felt, they were not worth notice or completely invisible, like germs in a clean room.The tunnel at last led to a huge, round room. The walls, floor, and curved roof were made of the same smooth, shining white stuff. Liora was i

The world was a drum, and the door was its skin. Each hit was a thunderclap, shaking the stone floor and rattling the bones of the three trapped inside.THUD. Ash grunted, his shoulder raw and aching as it pressed against the door. The thorned symbol glowed with burning orange light, the Sisters’ magic eating away the door’s ancient power.THUD. Kael stood by the stone pedestal, gripping its edge so hard his knuckles turned white. The black knife in front of him didn’t shine, it sucked in light, a dark, dangerous thing. His mom’s old stories echoed in his head: The Final Cut. A blade to end a bloodline. A last resort.THUD. Elara crouched, holding the silent journal close. The door groaned on its hinges, a long crack spreading through the dark wood, and through it, she saw the Lead Sister’s face, calm and deadly. No anger, just the cold surety of a surgeon cutting away a limb to save a body.“This is it,” Kael said quietly. “They’re not here to catch us, they think we will use it. The

The cold of the grey dawn settled deep into their bones. It felt like their fear had come alive. They didn’t run, they stumbled along, hurt, empty and staggered like broken soldiers wounded. The quiet forest was no longer peaceful. It felt like it was holding its breath, waiting for something bad like a terrible disaster.Kael leaned on Ash, his face twisted in pain. The bandage on his hand was soaked, not with red blood, but with a faint, glowing silver that pulsed like a sick light and each pulse made him weaker.“We need to stop,” Elara said softly, almost too small to hear. “He can’t keep going.”Liora, walking just ahead, stopped. Her shoulders were tight, the power inside her trembling and she turned slowly. For a moment, Ash saw not the girl he loved, but something ancient and worn. Her eyes, mixed brown and silver, looked at Kael’s hands.“The knife’s cut,” she whispered. “It didn’t just hurt your skin. It cuts your…It cut part of your future. It’s erasing you slowly, taking y