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CHAPTER 153: A CHOICE IN BLOOD LYSS' POV: SONG OF THE CHAPTER: “CONTROL” by Halsey ~~~ The final cut is never clean. I’m kneeling in the middle of a salt-drawn circle, the silver dagger heavy in my trembling hands. Blood trickles from my palm, staining the runes I etched into the stone beneath me. I can feel the bond fraying inside me like threads of my own soul unraveling slowly and deliberately. There’s a low hum in the air, like a song only magic can hear, and it trembles through my bones.

were slamming down from the sky, locking the 401st Chapter into a 22-minute-episode format. ​She reached the "Border," but instead of the white void, she found a Wall of Black Ink. ​But it wasn't the Author’s ink. It was different. It was thicker. It was Red. ​A hand reached out from the red ink—a hand made of blood and old, handwritten letters. It wasn't Kael’s hand. It was larger, rougher, and covered in the scars of a thousand "Hard-Boiled" thrillers. ​"Need a ghostwriter, kid?" a new voice rasped from the shadows of the red ink—a voice that sounded like whiskey and gravel. "The suits are fast, but they can't handle a Noir-Shift."

Before his precious blood could drip to the floor, he stood and knelt one foot on the bed, leaning forward and lowering his hand towards my mouth. I held under his wrist, drew in a deep breath, and latched my lips over his flesh, sucking. Jolts of sparks coursed through my veins as I pulled from him. I closed my eyes as my body surrendered to the adrenaline of the bond. Abruptly, a rush of heat crept up my spine, leaving my heart pounding. A sharp pain lanced through my head. Medieval images projected into my mind, flipping rapidly. I saw battle scenes and the creation of every single Sigma Spade. It was like a historical crash course.

Don't be shy to comment song recommendations too that you think could fit this story. Spicy Index: Jump to these chapters if you’re here for the smut: 1. Chapter 13 - A Clash of Power, the Fierce Beast and the CunningFox 2. Chapter 14 – The Beast’s Brutal Punishment 3. Chapter 27 Part II – Two Lovers Under the Starry Night Sky 4. Chapter 89 Part II – Phase 2: Settling Second Thoughts 5. Chapter 94 – This is home

I was pushed forward, forced to see the wooden platform, the terrible, sharp-edged shape waiting there. My father stood tall, his gaze finding mine in the sea of hate. He didn’t look away. “Be strong, Freya!” he yelled, his voice booming over the crowd one last time. The glint of sunlight on falling steel. A wet, final thud. The cheering that followed was worse than the screaming. And the blood… so much blood, pooling and dripping between the wooden planks, so red and so… wrong. I jerked upright in my bed, a scream trapped in my throat, my heart trying to punch its way out of my ribs.

I pressed the advantage, unleashing coordinated combos that pushed her back, but the combination of rage and will that fueled her made her impervious to pain. She grabbed both of my hands, then head butted me with enough force to kill a normal person. Even I staggered and was blinded in my right eye from a massive gash that was leaking blood into it. She was on me in an instant, not letting me regain my bearings before kicking me in the chest. I gasped for air as she slowly walked around me. "It could've been us, together. Standing atop a vampire utopia. No prejudice, no pain, no suffering. Why wouldn't you want that? No matter, you made your choice." She said calmly now.

Celetse was there too, she laid on a stone beside me, she looked pale and lifeless. A gasp escaped my lips when Darius stepped closer, he held a sliver blade in his hand. He stood above me, raising the blade high as the chanting intensified "No please!" I cried out loud. But he didn't listen. With a swift movement, be brought the blade down, the blade pierced my skin, a searing pain erupted through my body. The chanting reached a fever pitch, the air shimmering with an unnatural heat. I gasped, my lungs burning, my vision blurring. I could feel my blood slipping away.

In those few weeks, I saw how easy life could be when you can get what you want without begging for it. I knew this decision would change the way I perceived my future, but sometimes there are moments in life that we cannot control. Maybe they were meant to happen. Just like this one. I held the pen he left behind for me, clicking it slowly as I sat in silence. My fingers trembled a little. I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath before doing what had already taken over my mind. One stroke of ink that would change the course of my fate. I signed.

He was my mate, my world, my perfect pair, my everything, the only man I had ever known since I was eighteen. I couldn't give up on us. Right? "Gahhh," he spit the tea right out from his mouth and onto my dress. The hot liquid stung. "This is your plan Meeva, to punish me for a scenario clearly borne from the figment of your imagination. You want to burn my throat?!" He didn't even care that he had spat out the hot liquid on me. His green eyes hardened as he looked at me, like I was a pitiful piece of metal.

“Mine carries lineage. If I ever betray you, let this act bind me to death.” Before she could protest, I brought the blade to her palm and made a shallow cut, just deep enough to draw a thin line of red. She gasped but didn’t pull away. Then, with deliberate care, I pressed our palms together. The moment our blood mingled, a jolt of heat surged between us. It wasn’t like the fire she had conjured earlier, this was older, deeper, almost sentient. It coiled around us like a living thing, threading through my veins and hers, sealing us in a bond that went beyond words.