Semua Bab The Witch's Demon Mate: Bab 61 - Bab 70

The creature stepped through the fractured shard. Aria didn’t breathe. Its body was humanoid, but only in the way a shadow might mimic a person—long-limbed, bent in places no bone should bend, its form glitching between solidity and smoke. Its eyes—if they were eyes—were bright fractures in the dark, like pieces of broken glass reflecting her face back at her. Kael stepped forward, shadows boiling at his feet. Varuun simply watched, arms folded, as though the arrival of this horror was a mild inconvenience. The creature tilted its head. Aria felt her heartbeat slam against her ribs— —because it tilted its head exactly the way she does when she’s confused. Kael’s hand shot out behind him, gripping Aria’s thigh, keeping her from stepping forward. “Don’t,” he warned, voice gravel. Varuun sighed dramatically. “Oh good, it noticed her already.” Kael snarled, “What is it?” Varuun smiled like someone enjoying a secret. “Something uninvited. Something that shouldn't exist. Som

The forest trembled in the aftermath. Rain pelted the leaves in relentless sheets, and the wind carried the faint, eerie hum of the fully awakened shard. Kael’s shadowed aura flared around him like a living armor, coiling protectively around Aria even as they tried to catch their breath. “Selene knows,” Aria whispered, voice tight. “She’ll come.” Kael’s jaw clenched, fists curling at his sides. His eyes, molten with gold and ember, scanned the trembling forest. “Then we won’t be waiting for her.” A flicker of movement caught Aria’s eye. The shard, now fully active, pulsed like a heartbeat in the clearing, golden veins tracing the cracks that had spread across its surface. Threads of energy spiraled outward, stretching into the trees, as if testing the boundaries of the world around it. Varuun stepped closer, his cloak drenched, hood falling back to reveal an expression both grim and fascinated. “It’s alive… and it’s hungry. That little pulse you just anchored gave it… direction.”

Aria woke to cold.Not the kind that bit or burned, but the kind that muted everything—sound, sensation, even thought.Her cheek rested against stone, smooth like glass and humming faintly under her skin.A pulse.A beat.Not hers.She exhaled shakily as memory slammed back:The forest.Kael’s roar.Hands dragging her.Light splitting around her body.The bond screaming—then nothing.Aria pushed herself upright.Chains rattled.She froze.Her wrists were wrapped in metal cuffs engraved with thin lines of silver—not pretty, not ornamental.Restraints designed to dull magic, to sever her connection to anything outside this room.Outside of him.Her chest tightened.The bond felt—wrong.Faint.Muted.Like someone had wrapped thick hands around her heart and was slowly squeezing.She pressed a fist to her sternum.“Kael…” she whispered.The room didn’t echo.Of course it didn’t.This place wasn’t built to let anything escape.A voice drifted through the quiet like silk sliding over sk

Hi my loves 💜 I’m taking a short holiday break from posting to rest, recharge, and spend time with family. Thank you so much for all the support, comments, and love you’ve shown this story—it truly means everything to me.I’ll be back with new chapters after the holidays. Until then, please take care of yourselves and enjoy the season ✨

The spiral did not end.It unfolded.Stone peeled away into something older than architecture, older than intention—walls becoming ribs, sigils sinking beneath layers of obsidian-like material that pulsed faintly, as though the prison itself had grown a heartbeat.Kael slowed, instinct screaming.“This isn’t a chamber,” he murmured.“No,” Aria replied quietly.Her voice echoed wrong—deeper, fuller, as if the space was answering her back.“It’s a womb.”The shadows around Kael reacted sharply, bristling, not in fear—but recognition. They clung tighter to his frame, bending inward as though bracing for pressure.The descent stopped.They stood at the threshold of a vast hollow—too symmetrical to be natural, too alive to be made.At its center hovered a structure that was not a structure at all.A knot of magic.Layered, folded, looping into itself—like countless awakenings compressed into one impossible singularity.Aria’s breath caught.“Oh…”The bond flared—not painfully this time, bu