Where I Belong Novel Ava And Blaze นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He raised his arms to shield himself, dragonfire boiling in his veins, answering the unnatural blaze before him. The shadows didn’t retreat. They bared their teeth at him, hungry, furious. But he pushed harder. Step after step. Because she was there. Somewhere inside that vortex of ruin. Small. Fragile. Drowning. He reached his hand through the fire, through the storm. “Come back to me—” And then his mouth betrayed him. The name tore from his chest before he could stop it, instinct stronger than sense: “Vaelira!” Her head snapped up.

We sit in silence for a while after that, the only sound is the scratch of my pen and the rustle of her turning pages. Later that night, when I’m back in the apartment, Ava’s sprawled on the couch watching some drama on TV. I drop my bag and collapse next to her. “You look less dead,” she says without looking away from the screen. “Thanks, I think.” I grab the blanket and pull it over my legs. She finally glances at me. “Library with Blaire?” “Yeah.” She nods knowingly. “Good. You need more of her. You can’t just hide forever.”

“And you’re not just here to talk about it.” “No,” Ava replied. “I’m here to end it.” Nova looked at her, heat in her voice now. “Then why haven’t we burned their servers yet?” Ava looked at the girl across from her. She wasn’t waiting to be rescued. She wasn’t waiting for peace. She wanted to fight. And that changed everything. Because maybe Ava wasn’t leading a crusade anymore. Maybe she was building an army. Not with uniforms. Not with guns. But with memory. With fire. With names they were never meant to remember, and voices that were never meant to rise.

Her eyes are wide and panic-stricken. The god's voice vibrates through the air again. "Prince of ruin, you will have to suffer the weight of two deaths. Their blood... will be on your head." I close my eyes, my chest tightening. Then I take a deep, shuddering breath. "Blaze..." I whisper. "Guide me." A rumble echoes in my mind in response. 'It's too dangerous. You might not survive this,' Blaze warns. "I will," I growl through gritted teeth. "I have to. I must." I clench my fists, reaching for Nova's essence through our bond. "And if our pup is anything like me... Nova will need my help to tame our little monster."

she says softly. His answer is immediate. “You always will be.” The air thickens again. Caleb steps closer behind her. Not to interrupt. To stay in the fight. “You are not owned,” Caleb says quietly near her ear. Ethan’s gaze burns. “She does not have to be owned to belong somewhere.” Ava feels their words like hands on her skin. Belong. Choose. Tempted. Mine. Her pulse is racing now. She is not fragile. She is aware.

And yet… I wouldn’t walk away. Because impossible things, Iike Ava Hartley, had a way of pulling you in. Slowly. Mercilessly. Until the line you swore never to cross becomes a memory left behind in smoke and fire. And I was ready to cross it. Not now. Not yet. But soon. The storm outside wasn’t the only thing raging tonight. Something between us was already set alight. And nothing would stop it.

**** I went to bed with that conversation still circling my thoughts. Lucian’s words. Blaze’s certainty. Raven’s absence. At some point, sleep found me. Not slowly. Not gently. It pulled me under without warning. **** The field returned. The yellow-green sky stretched overhead, heavy and wrong. But this time— I could see beyond it. At the edge of the field, something burned. A city. Not normal fire. The flames moved in colors that didn’t belong to heat. Blue threaded through orange. Green flickered at the edges.

The so-called marriage alliance was just nothing more than a conspiracy between the Carsons and the Hathaways to seize the inheritance my mom left me after she passed away. Violet played the role of the perfect fiancee in front of me, even though she was basically glued to the hips with William behind my back. Zack went silent on the phone for a while. Then, I heard the sound of a keyboard tapping away. "I got it. She returned from Parres three days ago. Business class." She flew back three days ago, which was the day before the avalanche happened. My heart sank at the realization. She was in such a hurry, anticipating it after all.

God, save me from this woman, Blaze internally pleaded, waiting for a miracle. ###