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His eyes never left hers and neither did her eyes leave his. From where I was standing,I also noticed that the colour of their eyes were shifting Maybe I was wrong Maybe it wasn't what I thought it was Maybe I was being delusional Maybe this is a fucking nightmare and none of it was real But all it took was one word for me to feel shattered and broken beyond brink "MATE!" Author's note Not me taking my sweet time to update. Thank you for those who are reading this book voting and commenting. I love y'all

Every breath is too deep, like my lungs don’t remember how to work without resistance. The Child sits beside me on the broken sanctuary steps, their usual glow muted, flickering at the edges like a guttering candle. They’re staring at their hands, turning them over and over, as if checking for cracks. They don’t hum anymore. The Mirror shard is a dull, dead thing between us. "Hey," I whisper. My voice rasps, raw from screaming. Or maybe just from disuse. They don’t look up. "I dreamed of falling," they say. Not a dream. A memory. The void. The detachment. The cold.

“Maybe it has something to do with our bond. Or the fact that we feel the same injury while we are touching. Only now we can have the same dream if we're touching.” I nodded and went back to writing the words down on paper. I tried to seem calm on the outside while I was freaking out on the inside. I felt Nathan watching me, but tried to focus on the lined paper in front of me, instead. The words and visions started to blur from my lack of concentration and I had to stop many times before I could successfully get the dream down on paper. I closed the notebook, stuffed the pen in the spine, and tucked it back in the duffel bag, still trying to avoid Nathan as he continued to stare at me. My p

I moved in and out of reality, my dreams full of terrible visions. In one, the world seemed to implode, taking both Candy and Mirele into a swirling vortex of hellish flames, desperately screaming my name as they fell. I had the faces of the various controllers scream at me, condemning me and my very existence. I found myself trapped in a small enclosure like one of the zoo animals, starving and weak, fed only when the zookeeper came in to use me for his sick, sexual fantasies. I heard the cries of dying children, the screams of the little girl I'd saved, and the roar of lions that pursued me relentlessly.

He looked pitiful and those who had known how arrogant and ruthless he had been wondered if he knew he had inflicted such terrible pain on other people before? "For taking over my pack by subtilty and killing my father, you will pay for it with your life. But unlike my father, you will not die once. You will experience a slow death, dieing everyday in a gradual and slow way. And for subjecting my father's remains to a shameful end, you will have no graveyard nor will your corpse be crinated. You will be mutilated and dumped in the forest to rot away. That is how you will end up. And you Brenda, I had promised to hand you over to Derick, you and your daughter and as I speak, your daughter is

It only added to her worry. In the dream, she saw herself standing in the middle of the forest. She didn't know how she got there. As she moved about looking for a way out, she saw Kendrick walking towards her. His stormy grey eyes were bloodred and he walked as if he was in pain. He didn't seem to notice her presence. So Serena tried to hug him but her arms went through him. She looked down at her body only to realize she was translucent. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't touch him. Her arms kept passing through his body as if she was made of smoke. She tried to call out his name but her voice seized. She was terrified. She turned to follow him when she screamed out loud after seei

"You're a Snapshot. You’re a museum exhibit of a boy who didn't know how to grow." Leo reached out and, instead of embracing the light, he punched the "Perfect" image with a surge of Pure Chaos. He didn't use logic; he used the feeling of the cold Andes wind and the taste of blood. The Shattering of the Dream The "Perfect City" began to crack. The amber light turned a muddy, flickering gray. "The Dream is a lie!" Leo’s voice echoed through the entire Hive network. "The answers aren't in the past! There is no 'Perfect'! There is only the Work!"

The presence was wrong. Brianna had called it soul-fraying. She'd explained it in terms of threads and fragments and the way the land of shattered souls pulled at the loose ends of a broken bond until there wasn't enough coherence left to hold a person together. Standing here looking at my best friend, I finally understood what she meant in a way that bypassed all the theoretical horror and became something immediate and unbearable. He was disappearing. Piece by piece, he was disappearing, and he didn't even know it was happening.

The Shatter Trial In the space of one breath, Ava was ripped from the battlefield—dragged through the rift into a hollow reflection of herself. She landed hard on black glass. Her mirror-self stood at the center, arms open. “This is where I win,” she said softly. “Where you break. Where your threads tear.” And behind her— The soul-threads glowed. All five. Cut. Burning. Dying. Ava dropped to her knees. “No,” she whispered. “This isn’t real.”

Serena’s smile was pure poison. “There it is,” she whispered. “The moment your power falters.” I tried to speak, but blood filled my throat. She twisted the shard. I screamed. The dream forest distorted, the sky spinning, my vision blurring into streaks of color. Serena leaned close, breath cold against my cheek. “Next time,” she whispered, “I’ll make sure you don’t wake up.” She yanked the shard out— And I fell. Fell through darkness. Fell through pain.