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I just bottled up what happened and kept it moving Tory was the only one I talked to and vice versa that made us become closer I really feel like she’s my brother mate and scared to find out I plan on getting them around each other to find out but Tory doesn’t let much slip past her other then the dreams and my behavior lately no one even noticed anything was wrong but inside I was dying in darkness stuck in my own mind not knowing what to do afterwards I didn’t want to get in trouble for leaving pack lands My father would never let me leave his site again if he found out I felt as if I was spiraling out of control trying to keep it to myself but now I see the light A Red Burning light and a

I bang on the heavy metal door with enough force to break bones but no one comes back. I slump against the door. My screams echo off the cold metal and begin to taper off as the darkness closes in around me. It won't be such a bad idea to meet Babë now, will it?

Good luck Dalton. I've seen darkness before, the kind that makes our street like an old fashioned photograph, everything a shade of grey. This isn't like that. This is the darkness that robs you of your best sense and replaces it with a paralysing fear. In this darkness I sit, muscles cramped and unable to move. I only know my eyes are still there because I can feel myself blink, still instinctively moisturizing the organs I have no current use for. I can't hear anything either. I guess that should bring my heart rate down below the level of “rabbit in a snare” but it doesn't. By my genes I am a predator, I have the front facing eyes and brain enough to hunt, but I feel like prey in this utt

Within minutes, the memory they had tried to provoke had overwhelmed the structure not with fire or light, but with sheer presence. The bloom had returned what they gave it. Twisted. Distorted. Full. Dalen escaped with two others, coughing blood, eyes wide with horror. “It wasn’t the bloom,” he whispered. “Then what was it?” one asked. He swallowed. “It was us without denial.” Kaima found Ari beneath the broken sky mirror, staring at her own reflection or what remained of it. “It’s not showing me anymore,” she said. “The bloom?” She nodded. “I used to see glimpses. Shadows. Now it shows nothing. As if… it has nothing left to hide.”

“Moonbloom petals. They only grow in the ancient grove beneath the gardens. The Nexus won’t activate fully without them.” Kael nodded. “Then we hunt.” Into the Dark They emerged into an underground cavern system lit only by faint bioluminescent fungi and the blood moon’s light filtering through cracks in the ceiling. The “Night Hunt” had begun. The grove was beautiful once — a sacred place where witches performed rituals under the full moon. Now it was a hunting ground. Twisted vines with thorns like fangs covered the ground. In the center grew a single cluster of Moonbloom flowers, glowing soft silver.

"Well, okay. They don't look that bad all together. Help me plug them, please." Behind her back, the earl had a hard time trying not to laugh. She fell for his scheme and was picking the daffodils herself now! It really was a sight to behold. Of course, he himself stretched his hand to the peony, not one of these with bad meaning. Just as his long fingers touched the stem, his face fell. A tendril of darkness escaped from his flesh, digging into the flower, spreading until the whole blossom was shrouded in black. In a matter of seconds, the blossom melted. Shortly after the stem followed suit, until the whole bush dissolved into a thick black pool on the ground.

The fear in their eyes no longer cut as deeply. Because I knew the truth now. I was not their shadow. I was not a mistake. I am powerful. Mora watched me one evening as I practised with the staff, the air shimmering around me from the force I carried. "You are blooming," she said simply as she does these days. She did not say much anymore. I turned to her with a heaving chest and sparks flickering on my fingertips. "Bloom?" Her eyes gleamed. "Yes. A dark bloom. The kind that poisons those who doubt it. The kind that no one can pluck."

Brynn Hollis' POV Dawn's transformation was not complete. She had chosen a new name. She had chosen presence over absence. She had chosen the Circle over the void. But the void did not let go easily. It lingered in the corners of her mind, a whisper of cold, a memory of emptiness. I saw it first in her eyes. They flickered—one moment bright, the next hollow. She was fighting something inside herself. She did not tell me what it was. Then the attacks began. --- Not from the followers—from Dawn herself. She did not mean to hurt anyone. She was walking through the garden when the cold exploded from her chest, freezing the flowers, the grass, the stones. Wolves stumbled back, their breath foggin

The city outside the window does not know and does not need to. The October light is coming up over the Gràcia rooftops. The second life, in its full flower, entirely itself. Still blooming. — The End -

I didn't need this shit so early in the morning. "Mm... you seen the little Blossom yet?" Tyler laughed. Fuck sake. Blossom was a girl from the Blood Moon pack, her father was their former Alpha and her brother had taken over 4 years ago when he was 21. She was small, and sweet. Her hair was always tied up in a ribbon and she was always reading... or doing work. She never really spoke to anyone. I'd only ever seen her with two people. And I had to admit, I'd had a crush on her as soon as I'd laid eyes on her. But I always felt guilty in the back of my head.