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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

"We have arrived at our destination... The Spirit Clan." 


The night had settled thick and heavy over the palace, a quiet hum of power woven into the air. The once-vibrant walls bore the marks of time—cracks running along their surfaces like veins on ancient skin, dust settled into every crevice. Though the grand hallways still carried a regal essence, they felt like ghosts of their former selves, remnants of a forgotten era. 


Aricia sat on her bed, her scarlet hair cascading over her shoulders, reflecting the flickering candlelight in uneven waves. Too many thoughts cluttered her mind. The past few days had been nothing short of a whirlwind, dragging her from one revelation to another with no time to pause. 


A soft knock at the door stirred her from her thoughts. The heavy wooden frame creaked slightly as it was pushed open, revealing a familiar silhouette. 


Chapter 61| The Smell Of Roses