A story about a place that neither exists in maps or history books, this place was called Athame.

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"The root of every fear is the unknown, yet how can one fear what they cannot grasp? Tch... how misleading." His voice, deep and rough, sent an involuntary shiver through her as he closed the distance between them with deliberate steps, his presence suffocating in its intensity.

With a slow, predatory grace, his fingers brushed along her jaw, settling on a strand of her scarlet hair, his touch deceptively tender. "Knowing me will matter little," he whispered darkly, his breath warm against her skin. "For even in the shadows of uncertainty, you will come to fear... and desire me all the same."

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Aricia, born with extraordinary abilities in a world that fears anything out of the ordinary, was destined for a marriage alliance to secure peace between kingdoms. 

But on the day of her engagement, her entire family is slaughtered—by the very family she was meant to marry into. 

Grief-stricken and consumed by vengeance, Aricia swore to destroy those who betrayed her. She would wield the very power they had feared against them, seeking justice with no mercy. After years on the run, she found shelter within an elemental clan, hiding her abilities and keeping to the shadows.

But her carefully constructed peace shattered in a single moment. A burning touch, a chance encounter with his haunting gray eyes—an unknown force within her stirred, threatening to unravel her carefully guarded secrets and the fragile balance of magic, madness, and vengeance she had built....

Vengeance Through Passion

Aricia's mind churned with panic, the world around her a chaotic blur as she recalled the day by the well. The memory surged to the surface like a dark tide, bringing with it a cold dread that seeped into her very core. She could still see their strange, hollow eyes and hear their whispered voices. 


she thought, her heart pounding like a war drum, the thud of it echoing in her ears. Every fiber of her being screamed to flee, to escape the suffocating aura of unnaturalness that now surrounded her. 


"No, none of them are human!" Her lips trembled with the unspoken words, and her legs threatened to give out beneath her as she staggered to her feet. The air felt heavier, as though it pressed down on her, making every breath a struggle. 


Chapter 47| Simple Necromancy