StellaBloom_09_
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- Parts 12
Nova was not born of Night.
She was taken in, named, and loved anyway.
Raised beside Rhysand, she learned early that love was something you protected with your body, even when it cost you everything. When the Night Court was ambushed, Nova did not flee. She stood between her mother and death - and died screaming, power burning too bright, too wrong, too late.
Prythian buried her.
The Cauldron did not.
When the King of Hybern forces the Cauldron open to Make Nesta and Elain, it reaches beyond the present. Beyond intention. It drags something back that should have remained dead.
Nova returns altered.
Her memories are fractured. Her power presses against reality itself - crushing, radiant, unstable. The girl who once ran toward danger now exists as something the world struggles to contain.
And the Night Court must reckon with its greatest failure.
Two Illyrian warriors feel her return like a blade under the skin. Not destiny. Not mercy. A bond born of survival, sharpened by loss.
Nova died once trying to save the people she loved.
This time, Prythian may not survive her.
( cassian x fem!oc x azriel )
↳ slowburn