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The books were on the table, a fresh sheet of paper lying beside them, but there was no girl. I was shocked at first, but then I saw that this new sheet of paper bore some strange handwriting. Instinctively, I picked it up and behold, it was a full translation of one of the pages in the ancient text. I breathed a sigh of relief and headed to the window, holding the paper toward the light. “When the shadow drinks the light, and the silver eye is swallowed whole, the womb shall kindle fire— rebirthing a demigod of blood and flame.

I sighed, kneeling to pick it up but before I could, without warning wind stirred blowing my hair in my face. It sent a chill down my spine and that's when I realized my windows wwte closed. The gust of wind came from the book, it flipped it open with a flutter landing on a page. The page glowed faintly, as if the ink itself had been written with light. There was a handprint burned into the page charred at the edges, and just about the size of mine. Beneath it, one word shimmered. Summon. There was something else at the end but it wasn’t a language I knew, but something about it tugged at the back of my mind. Like I should know it. Like it was buried somewhere in my mind.

“This isn’t a brotherhood. It’s business. You want revenge. I want distance. When this is over, we go our separate ways.” “Unless one of us is dead.” Dante turned sharply, locking eyes with the man. “Is that a threat?” Natov grinned. “Just a fact. No one makes it out of this game clean, Dante. Least of all men like us.” They sat in silence again, the storm outside now growing louder. Lightning cracked in the distance. “You said you had information,” Dante said. “What is it?” “Volkov is moving product through the port at San Pedro. Quietly. Sloppily. I have men who can intercept. Disrupt the flow.”

LIRA The wind howled through the dense forest, swirling snow around our boots as we stood at the edge of the darkened valley. Our breath curled into the cold night air, a plume of white vapor fading into the frosty emptiness. The world seemed alive with the biting chill, but beneath it, a heavy unease pressed down on us like a suffocating blanket. The night was silent, save for the harsh whispers of the wind and the occasional crunch of snow beneath our feet. Yet, I could feel something—something lurking just beyond the reach of the moonlight, watching us, waiting.

“You can’t fight shadows, Victor. Whoever this is—they’re already inside.” His gaze sharpened. “Then we’ll drag them into the light.” He stood, pacing now, energy vibrating through him. “Marco suspected a leak. The recorder, the whispers—it all points to someone feeding information. But this…” He held up one of the photos, the image of me tied in intricate ropes. “This is more than a leak. This is obsession.” The word wrapped around me, heavy and unsettling. I rose slowly, moving closer. “What if they’re trying to blackmail me?”

When I looked toward the ridges, the sky there seemed darker, even though the sun was bright. “Something wrong?” Ryker asked, noticing the way I stared. I shook my head. “No. Just thinking.” “About what?” “The south,” I said quietly. “The wind feels different today.” He came to stand beside me, following my gaze. “Storm season’s coming. It’s nothing.” “Maybe,” I said. But the feeling stayed.

"But she forgot that the stars are only visible because of the dark. And I am the dark that the Root kept hidden." "Sofia, your skin is starting to flake! It looks like glass falling off a window!" Jax yelled from the lower ridge, his cybernetic eye whirring frantically as he monitored the rising thermal levels. "Whatever you're pulling from the ground, it’s too much! You’re going to shatter!" "Then let me shatter," Sofia replied, her voice dropping to a frequency that made the ground beneath the caravan moan in protest. "Let me be the shards that cut her throat. Rise. Not the vines, not the thorns. Rise, the shadow of the deep!"

Lucky there’s nothing deep needing stitches. In my grieving and broken state, I begin to feel faint. I let myself go and pass out. Opening my eyes I feel myself transported into another realm. Standing in front of me is my grandmother’s house which stands in front of a looming property which I dare not go near. The “LeFleur” mansion. A place said to belong to my ancestors from centuries ago. A place that continues to haunt my dreams since a child. Something about this place calls to my soul, it pulls me and begs me to return. The house stands in the Normandy countryside. She feels it in the wind and air, she feels it in the depths of the earth, it’s as if a spirit like a piece of me is locke

“You are mine. The black fire is your inheritance.” She stepped closer in the vision. “Give in, Ember. Or I’ll burn Orion. I’ll bury Caelan. I’ll make Bastion beg me for death.” I came back with a scream, and the city around me was in flames. The fire inside me surged; but this time it changed. The flames darkened, swallowing light instead of casting it. Shadow poured into the fire like it had been waiting all along. My breath hitched as the power snapped into place. Black flame erupted from me in a violent pulse. My hands trembled as the fire danced up my arms, devouring the ground beneath me. The shadows inside me weren’t hiding anymore. They roared to life, wrapped in flame, and obliterat

There was something beyond the shadowy veil that I needed to discover, something hidden just beyond reach. I turned, and through the suffocating darkness, something shifted—an outline, a shadow twisting in the depths, beckoning to me. A tendril unfurled, an extension of the darkness itself, reaching out toward me like an invitation. I felt its pull with an intensity that made my heart race. "Luca, I have to see…" His voice was strained, full of anger and fear. "No! Winter, please!" But I couldn't resist. Driven by the allure of the whispers—the promise of answers—I moved toward the shadowy figure. My veins hummed with magic, propelling me forward, my heart caught in a whirlwind between duty