All Chapters of Mirror of the Greykin: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The ruins were silent once again, the light from the Heart dimming as if acknowledging the end of Lia’s trial. Her body still thrummed with the energy she had unleashed, but the intense connection to the Heart was fading, slipping away like sand through her fingers. The weight of what had just happened settled on her, as though the world itself had shifted beneath her feet.Lia stood there, trembling slightly from the exertion, her heart pounding in her chest. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and her head spun. The power had been overwhelming, consuming, and though she had won, she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something—some part of her—was gone.She turned to face Cassian, who had been watching her intently, his eyes full of awe and concern. He stepped forward, his gaze never leaving her as he reached out a hand to steady her. His touch was warm against her cold skin, grounding her as she fought to center herself.“You did it,” Cassian said, his voice thick with di

The air was heavy with anticipation as they crossed the river, the cold biting into Lia’s skin, the chill not only from the water but from the weight of everything that had happened. Every step felt like it was carrying her deeper into unknown territory. The stronghold wasn’t far, but the tension in the air felt thick enough to cut. Silas would be coming. They all knew it. They were on borrowed time, and every moment they wasted only brought the danger closer.They moved swiftly through the dense trees, the sound of rushing water now a faint memory behind them. The moonlight was their only guide, casting long, distorted shadows across the forest floor. Lia could hear the muffled sounds of the others ahead—Cassian, Rhea, and the rest of the rebels—moving with practiced precision. Their quiet steps and careful movements were a sharp contrast to the storm inside her.Lia’s mind was still spinning, the rush of magic from the Heart still lingering in her veins. But the question that g

The journey away from the battlefield was slow. The rebels moved with purpose but in silence, the weight of their latest victory hanging heavily in the air. Lia’s heart still raced from the surge of magic, from the golden fury she had unleashed. It had been a frightening moment, one that had left her with a gnawing emptiness inside. The power of the Heart, while victorious, had come at a price. And now, with the calm returning, the quiet realization of what she’d done weighed on her.Cassian kept close, walking silently at her side. His presence was a constant, grounding force that she had come to rely on, but there was something else in his eyes today—something unreadable, as if he, too, was processing the aftermath.The rest of the rebels were exhausted, and though they pushed forward, their faces showed the strain of their battle. Garrett’s betrayal still loomed over them, but there was no time to mourn the loss of their former ally. The Empire would not wait, and neither coul

The morning arrived with a quiet chill, the cold creeping into the camp as the first light of dawn filtered through the trees. The rebels had set up camp near the riverbank, a safe distance from the capital, but Lia couldn’t shake the sense of urgency that still clung to the air. Every moment they spent here, regrouping, was a moment Silas could use to close in on them. And despite everything, the Heart inside her still felt like a ticking time bomb.She sat by the fire, her hands wrapped around a cup of lukewarm water, staring into the flames as they flickered in front of her. The night had been restless—dreams of the Heart, of power spiraling out of control, of memories and blood and fire. She woke each time with her heart racing, the magic inside her burning, raw, untamed.Cassian approached quietly, his footsteps light on the soft earth, though she had heard him coming long before. He sat down beside her without a word, his presence warm but silent. There was an understanding

The air was thick with tension as the rebels prepared to move. The stronghold had become a hive of activity, every person focused on the task at hand. The sun had barely risen, casting a soft golden glow across the forest, but there was no time to savor the beauty. The time for action had come.Lia stood at the edge of the camp, her hand resting lightly on the hilt of her dagger, her mind focused on the task ahead. The Heart pulsed within her, a constant reminder of the power—and the responsibility—she carried. Every step felt heavier than the last, and the weight of the decision to wield the Heart was growing more daunting by the minute.Cassian approached her, his steps silent but sure. He had always been a steady presence, but now, as the time for battle drew near, his usual calm seemed almost… comforting. There was no one else Lia would want beside her in this moment.“Lia,” he said, his voice low but filled with conviction. “We’ll get through this. We’ll stop Silas. I bel