Ashes of My Blood

Ashes of My Blood

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Aharen has always felt like a stranger in his own skin. Born with his mother's quirk but carrying the features of an unknown man, he was raised on lies that painted him as unwanted and alone. His only truth was pain, his only inheritance a power that set him apart. But U.A. High holds more than just the promise of a future-it hides the pieces of his past. Among the very teachers sworn to shape young heroes, someone carries the answers his mother never gave him. Someone who looks into his eyes-eyes that shift from muted red to a prism of living crystal when his emotions surge-and begins to see a reflection long buried. Whispers of betrayal, legacy, and blood swirl around him, but the truth refuses to stay hidden. And when it finally comes to light, Aharen must decide if he will embrace the bond he never asked for... or destroy it before it destroys him.
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She had it all-his love, his trust, his unwavering heart. But in a moment of weakness, she chose a path that shattered everything. Her betrayal wasn't just of a promise; it was of a soul deeply entwined with hers. When he discovered the truth, he left-not in anger, but in silence, carrying the pain like a wound too deep to ever heal. He never looked back, and he never returned. She begged for forgiveness, haunted by the weight of what she had done. Days turned into months, months into years, yet her heart remained chained to a hope that refused to die. Every knock at the door, every passing shadow stirred a flicker of belief-maybe today, he'll come back. But he never did. Now she lives with the ghost of her choices, trapped in an endless cycle of regret and longing. His absence echoes louder than any goodbye, and though the world moved on, she stood still-forever waiting for the love she lost, and the forgiveness that never came.

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