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She glared at Aaron with pure hatred. "Go on. If you have the guts, stab me." Aaron kept provoking her, still sneering, while she crawled toward him on the floor step by slow step. When Aaron realized she wasn't bluffing, he panicked and shook his head frantically. "No. Willa, don't. Please don't." But she had already lost her mind. Her hand swung downward. A scream tore through the hall. She had cut off one of his fingers. Then she turned to me, holding the severed finger in her palm, smiling as if she had done something wonderful.

“Let me show you power beyond your mortal bounds.” Nyra’s breath caught. Darkness pooled behind her twin’s back, a living void that whispered promises of forbidden might. With shaking hands she drew her moon‐forged dagger, its blade humming with quiet light. But the twin merely laughed; low, sultry, mocking. “Your blade is useless here,” she purred, stepping forward. “You summoned me, and now you belong to me.”

With each second that passed, she felt her hope for escape dwindling, her freedom slipping further and further away. Norman’s patience finally snapped. He pulled a knife from the back of his pants, the cold metal glinting in the dim light. Aria froze, her breath catching in her throat as the blade gleamed in the air. "Fine!" Norman spat, his voice venomous. "If you keep resisting, we’ll end up like Romeo and Juliet. They'll find us dead." His words were laced with a twisted kind of finality, as if he had already decided their fate.

One gold. Every person on the battlefield stared in disbelief. Even Seraphine's eyes widened. "Impossible..." Aster whispered. "The Twin Blades." Elyan slowly smiled. "So the prophecy was incomplete." The red-eyed creature staggered backward. Fear finally appeared in its burning crimson eyes. "No... It cannot be." Seraphine looked at Kael and Rhydian with quiet pride. "It is time." Kael gripped the silver blade. Rhydian raised the golden one. The two swords began to resonate, filling the battlefield with blinding light.

I wouldn’t let him, or anyone else, use me again. The power rippled under my skin, and though I hadn’t sent the Warriors off to hunt with it, a part of it still bound them together. I took a deep breath and reeled it in further, burying it deep within myself. The murmurs of the Warriors suddenly grew louder. They pointed at Sasha and began to rumble with discontent. “You said you were the Selene-Blade!” One snarled at her. Other voices joined in. “How could you sabotage us like that!”

He dropped his blade and strode beside Vera, voice low: “Finish it.” Vera closed her eyes, heart pounding like war drums. She channeled the last verse of her song into the fang: > “By sacrifice and star-felt vow, > The bonds of tyranny unbow. > Rise, hybrid kin—awake and now, > Reforge the world by dream’s true plow.”

“You think—” I didn’t let him finish. A sharp motion of my hand and Blade pressed the knife closer to his throat, a warning etched in steel. “It’s over for you,” I said, voice low, resonant, carrying the weight of every scar, every loss, every nightmare we’d endured. “You won’t rise again.” The reminder twisted, tried to shove Blade back, but even his strength faltered under our resolve. Sweat, blood, and desperation mixed on his skin, glistening in the faint light filtering through the trees. He was dangerous still, but not unstoppable—not with us together.

A kiss that captured me in more ways then one and will capture me again in again till death take over me. "I love you too blade"

It called to her, a siren song of rebellion. Anya reached out, her fingers tracing the smooth contours of the blade. It felt alive, humming with a dormant energy. A surge of power coursed through her, a heady mix of fear and exhilaration.