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“Not like this.” The thread twisted. Cracked. Then broke. A new light burst from my hands, spreading through the ruins like fire made of gold. I saw new words forming. Two twins shall shape the world. One to break. One to heal. Together, they choose. The pain stopped. The light faded. I collapsed into Finn’s arms, shaking. “It’s done,” I whispered. “It’s changed.” Lucian *****Same Time — Watching***** I had seen wars. I had seen gods bleed.

--- But somewhere, deep in the shadows of the sprawling house, a forgotten phone buzzed quietly. The screen lit up once. Then again. An unread message blinked ominously: > "We move tomorrow. Be ready." Unseen. Unread. Waiting. And just like that— the fragile peace they had fought so hard to build— began to crack at the seams. ---

We sometimes able to sneak to human world when we were given a chance. When I was younger, I was able to enter in the human world and that was when I realized that we look like humans. I witness how cruel they are to mother nature. I saw how they picked flowers without hesitation and just grab it like it has no life like what we use to see. I even heared those flowers groaning in pain but I can not do anything because we are prohibited to use our powers when we are at the human world. That was the last time I entered that world and in my mind, people are cruel to nature. Tons of garbages in the sea are such a broken hearted to see. Animals that being mistreated by those people. Trees that be

That night they called for “Web of Thorns.” The sanctuary torches burned low and menacing. The air was thick, humid, and heavy with coconut oil, jasmine, sea salt, warm leaking milk, and the sharp, dangerous edge of two bloodlines circling for dominance. Over one hundred bodies filled the space. The encrypted global stream surged past 61 million viewers.

"The Readers—they didn’t vanish. They followed you into the real world." Maya looked up. The blue sky was fracturing, splitting apart like glass. Through each crack, a billion glowing, greedy eyes stared down from another world. If the story’s broken loose from the book and into real life, is Maya finally free—or has she just turned all of humanity into the next chapter of a tragedy that never ends?

***************************** [Flashback] The subtle scent of the grass and wildflowers surrounded a not-so-peaceful orphanage near the suburbs. Children with different personalities ran around the area; the younger ones played while the older ones simultaneously helped with the chores. Cries and laughter echo within the thin walls of the old building of the orphanage every day, transforming into silent sobs in the evening.

“Work. Apparently, there is a stray asking for help.” --- Trigger Warning: This story is rated 18+. It contains descriptions of acts such as non-consensual sex, abuse, suicide, and other heavy negative emotional activity which some readers may find triggering. Please keep that in mind when moving forward with reading this story. Thank you! <3

Simultaneously. There are no walls containing me. No ceiling above. No solid floor beneath my feet. No sky to orient myself. Just a vast, twisted void that stretches endlessly into a bleeding, colorless horizon that defies understanding. The air reeks overwhelmingly—acrid smoke, sweet rot, and old, congealed blood assaulting my senses. A sharp, keening wind howls through unseen dimensional fissures, and the world groans like it's somehow alive—and experiencing unimaginable pain. "What is this place?" I whisper hoarsely, spinning slowly, desperately searching for anything familiar. An anchor to reality. A doorway back. A shadowy outline. Something. Anything.

His words struck sharp, each one laced with accusation. I bit my lower lip before admitting to everything — well, almost I just made sure to talk about the things that I knew would interest him like Lennox's abilities. “And… there’s a parallel world,” I finally admitted, my heart racing. “That's where all the werewolves are. Lennox took me there once, but I have no idea how we got there. It happened too quickly.” His eyes narrowed, suddenly sharp and calculating. “A parallel world?” he echoed slowly. “What do you mean?”

When I waved, he turned away, but not before I saw the bulge in his jeans. The house feels too small. Too charged. And I know, deep down, that Nathan Blake is going to corrupt me — my body, heart, and soul.