Everlina
I felt warm in his arms, yet the fear of losing him ate at my soul. I knew Rodger could still get his hands on the Book of Magic—and if that happened, he would kill me. Aaron would do anything to protect me, and that meant he could die for me.
A war between witches and werewolves had already bled the realms once before, leaving hatred that survived through centuries. To end it, I had to find the Book of Magic and stop the devil himself from being born again.
Still, my path was shadowed with uncertainty. I had to forge an alliance with Agatha—a witch I couldn’t trust. She was a riddle of her own, and it felt as if I were walking through darkness, hoping that the shadows themselves would guide me toward light.
Cibrian and Cynthia felt genuine, and their kindness shone through. Their parents, Gabriel and Annabelle, welcomed us as though they had known us in another lifetime. Yet even surrounded by warmth, I couldn’t shake the weight of what was coming.
We were on a dangerous mission. If we failed, every soul across the seven realms would suffer.
Agatha called the meeting to order. “Annabelle, you know the whereabouts of the book, right?”
“I know where it was last kept,” Annabelle replied, eyes dim with worry. “But rumors say it’s been moved.”
“Those are just rumors,” Agatha said softly. “I had a vision two days ago.”
Aaron’s voice cut through the tension. “And what did you see?”
“There are two paths before us,” Agatha answered. “One will lead to the book… and the other to an endless journey. But in the vision, one of you betrayed us.”
The room went still. My pulse quickened.
Sia crossed her arms. “Are you sure that vision wasn’t about you, Agatha? You have a record for that sort of thing.”
Agatha shot her a glare. “This is no time for jokes. Annabelle, tomorrow you must perform the summoning spell.”
“What are we summoning?” I asked quietly.
“Kalidah’s Book of Magic. The spell will reveal its location.”
“That seems… too easy,” I murmured.
Aaron leaned forward. “So Rodger will come for it when we do?”
“Yes,” Agatha said. “And when he does, we end this.”
Daniel’s voice was steady. “And what then, Agatha? What happens when we catch him?”
Aaron’s tone darkened. “Then I kill him.”
Agatha stood, brushing invisible dust from her skirt. “Enough for tonight. Rest. Tomorrow, destiny decides the rest.”
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That night, Aaron and I retired to the room prepared for us. His silence pressed heavy between us.
“I know I promised not to ask,” he said quietly, “but I can’t stop thinking about what happened between you and Rodger.”
I froze. The name felt like poison on my tongue.
“Rodger was… my mistake,” I whispered. “A shadow I once loved, and now fear.”
Aaron’s eyes hardened, but pain flickered behind them. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”
“I was ashamed,” I admitted. “Afraid that if you knew who I had been, you’d turn away.”
He took a step closer, his hand brushing my cheek. “You’re my witch now,” he said, voice low, certain.
Something broke inside me—fear, regret, guilt—and love filled the cracks. He kissed me, not with hunger but with the kind of tenderness that reaches the soul. His touch told me everything words couldn’t: that he had chosen me, scars and all.
Our bond pulsed through the room like wildfire and moonlight colliding. When we finally lay together, it wasn’t just passion—it was a promise. That no curse, no past, no darkness would ever separate us again.
And as sleep claimed me in his arms, I felt my magic stir—ancient, awakening, and waiting for the war to come.
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