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… **Bradon’s point of view** When was the last time that I came home before sunset? I couldn’t quite remember and that may have been because I had never returned before sunset. The last rays of the sun as it dipped beneath the horizon painted the sky a dark shade of orange with a tinge of pink. It wouldn’t be too long before it became completely dark. Jenna will probably make quite a big fuss about the fact that I came home early for once in a very long while. “You’re back early today…” Zain said emotionlessly when he saw me entering the mansion.

From chapter 156, the book will no longer be in Aito's POV. 5 years later... It was exactly 11:48pm. At that time of night, a dark haired man was crouched before a tombstone, his dark eyes staring intensively at the picture frame resting against it, as if the person in the picture would suddenly come to life.

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~This is a two part book. This is Eve's story.~ I was just getting back from my last class of the semester and I wandered into my apartment to look for something to eat. It was after 9 at night and my roommate Violet was out with her boyfriend. I saw a huge pile of mail on the counter and began to pick through it while I waited on my frozen dinner in the microwave.

“Hold her hand out.” “No,” she said trying to make a fist, but Quinn was stronger. “You’re not going to be able to fight me.” He said grabbing the dagger, slicing his hand, and then hers. “Bound forever to us.” He said before pushing his hand into hers. “There now that is done, you are free to leave here, you will never have a chance at being a white dweller, welcome to the dark side.” He said grabbing the book and the rest of the things he brought that he didn’t seem to need. “Your son however cannot leave.”

She was safe in his house, tomorrow he would think of a plan to keep her away from her abuser. He walked to the kitchen, and retrieving his stash of the strongest malt, and poured himself a glass. He took his pack of cigarettes just before he goes outside, and sit on his back porch. He lit and dragged his cigarette trying to relax. And then he sighed when he feels the burn of the malt on his throat, as he took a sip from his glass. He closed his eyes, and let his mind relived the night when his father came home drunk and beat his mother to death. Finishing off on his drink, he didn't feel the serenity. And that was when he decided to go back into the house. He was still agitated, his mind st

With the last strength left inside her… She forced out one final sentence. “They’re…” “…already inside…” Before anyone could react— The lights throughout the De Luca Estate went black. Once. Twice. Then complete darkness swallowed the mansion. Somewhere in the corridor… A gunshot echoed. Then another. And another. The war… Had finally reached the De Luca home. ⸻ — End of Chapter 31 —

"What happens if I just... stay dormant?" Dante took a slow sip of his drink, his gaze unblinking. "Then you die. Because your father has already sent the cleaners to your old room at the Vane estate. You have no home to go back to, Zora. You have no father, no pack, and no name. You only have me." He leaned in again, his breath ghosting over my lips. "And I promise you, I am much more interesting than a salt mine." The car began to slow down as we approached the massive, obsidian gates of the Thorne Spire. The skyscraper looked like a jagged tooth biting into the belly of the clouds, glowing with a cold, blue light.

I had never tried to read the dead before. "But I can try." I closed my eyes and pulled power, but gently. Carefully. Reaching not for the body but for the echoes left behind. Shadowborn magic was old. It remembered things the living forgot. Images flooded my mind. Marcus is standing watch. He heard footsteps behind him. Turning with a smile, recognising whoever approached. "You should not be here," he said. "It is not your rotation—" The blade flashed. His throat opened. He fell.

You can’t kill what was built to replace you. My pulse hammered at my temples. My father staggered back a step, whispering something I couldn’t hear over the static. The power died suddenly, and darkness slammed down like a curtain. The hum stopped and the lights vanished, leaving only the sound of our breathing filling the void. I stood frozen, my fingers curled instinctively toward where Devan’s touch had been. Something had shifted, something irreversible. And in the suffocating darkness of the safehouse, I felt the truth settle over me like frost.