All Chapters of Forever mine : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The air outside the Master Suite was thick with the copper tang of blood and the electric hum of the storm. Silas had brought the Council’s elite Enforcers—over a hundred wolves trained for one purpose: to put down "aberrations." And to them, our children were the ultimate anomaly. ​I stood on the balcony beside Kaelen, the two of us silhouetted by the flickering fires in the courtyard. I wore a gown of tattered black silk, my white hair flowing like a banner of war. In the nursery behind us, guarded by the most loyal of the Blackwood elite, the twins slept—their heartbeats a steady, powerful thrum that I could feel in the very stones beneath my feet. ​"Look at them, Elara," Kaelen whispered, his voice a low, lethal vibration. He was naked to the waist, his skin slick with the rain and the golden dust of the birth. He held a massive broadsword, the steel etched with ancient runes. "They’ve come to steal our future. They think they can judge the souls they’ve spent centuries tryin

Varick struggled against the liquid shadow, his muscles bulging as he tried to force a shift. But Kaelen’s power was no longer just physical; it was a conceptual weight, the gravity of a King who had claimed the right to rule from the gods themselves."Enough," Varick gasped, the frost on his beard melting from the sheer heat radiating from my palms. "I did not come... to die in your dirt, Thorne.""Then mind your tongue," Kaelen said, his voice a low vibration that made the SUVs vibrate. He flicked his wrist, and the shadows solidified, ejecting Varick onto the gravel like a discarded toy. "You’re in the South now. Here, we don't measure worth by the purity of the past, but by the strength of the future."The WarningVarick stood, brushing the dirt from his furs. His pride was wounded, but the glint of terror in his eyes told me he wasn't a fool. He looked up at the twins, who were watching the scene from the landing with a chilling, detached curiosity."You think this is a show of s

The Still-Lands didn’t just absorb sound; they absorbed hope. As the Silas-puppet unhinged its jaw, the hundreds of Hollowed behind him began to vibrate, a collective humming that set my teeth on edge. It was the sound of a vacuum trying to fill itself with our very souls."Form a circle!" Kaelen roared.The Blackwood elite and Varick’s Northern warriors snapped into a defensive perimeter, a ring of fur and steel centered around me and the twins. But the Hollowed weren't interested in the soldiers. They moved with a hive-mind fluidity, ignoring the swords and claws, flowing toward the center like ink toward a blotter."Aero, Lyra—hold onto me," I commanded.The Shattered GeometryThe Silas-thing lunged. He didn't run; he folded space. One moment he was thirty yards away, the next he was a blur of shadow inches from my face. Kaelen intercepted him mid-air, his massive jaws locking onto the creature's shoulder.There was no blood. Instead, a cloud of black vapor erupted from the wound,

The silence that followed the sealing of the Mirror Well was more deafening than the roar of the void had been. It was a vacuum of sound, a heavy, pressurized stillness that felt as though the world itself was holding its breath, waiting to see if the patch would hold. I lay in the snow, my head cradled in Kaelen’s lap, watching the sky. The black ring around the moon had vanished, but the stars that remained seemed sharper, colder, and somehow closer than they had ever been before.My body felt like an empty cathedral. The roaring fire of the lunar energy that had defined my existence for a thousand lifetimes had been dampened, replaced by a strange, humming resonance. I was no longer just a vessel of the moon; I was the anchor of a bridge. I could feel the weight of the solid diamond pillar behind me—the physical manifestation of my will and my children’s power—and I knew that as long as my heart beat, that door would remain shut."Don't you ever do that again," Kaelen whispered, hi

The eighteenth birthday of the Thorne twins was not marked by a ball or a debut. There were no invitations sent to the neighboring packs, and no celebratory bonfires lit the hills of the Blackwood estate. Instead, Thorne Manor was under a state of total atmospheric lockdown.I stood in the center of the subterranean reinforced chamber—a room my father had designed for high-energy physics, now repurposed as a spiritual grounding rod. The walls were lined with lead and silver, etched with every ward I had learned across a thousand lives. At the center of the room, Aero and Lyra sat back-to-back.They were no longer children. Aero had grown into a mirror image of Kaelen—broad-shouldered, golden-eyed, and radiating a heat that made the air shimmer. Lyra was my shadow—slight, ethereal, with hair that seemed to float in a gravity-free pocket, her eyes a deep, swirling violet that looked like the birth of a nebula."The alignment is in ten minutes," Kaelen said, his voice tight. He stood by