"EVERY MONSTER REMEMBERS THE BLOOD... BUT NOT THE NAMES OF THE DEAD."DAMIENPain. It was always the first thing I felt. Not the pleasant ache of sore muscles after battle, not the sting of a fresh wound. No. This was different. This was the kind of pain that settled deep inside the bones, reminding me that I had survived another night. Another full moon. Another battle I never remembered fighting.Slowly I opened my eyes. The familiar stone ceiling greeted me — cold, dark, unforgiving, exactly as it always was. I let out a tired breath before lowering my gaze.Silver. Dozens of silver-forged chains wrapped tightly around my wrists, ankles, chest, and neck, each link forged with tiny silver blades protruding inward, digging into my skin every time I moved even slightly. Blood stained the metal. Mine. The scent of wolfsbane immediately invaded my nose, along with mistletoe, thick and bitter in the back of my throat.I looked down. The thick protective circle surrounding me was still in
Last Updated : 2026-07-20 Read more