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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

The air inside the chamber was thick, suffocating, filled with the faint scent of burnt wax and aged parchment. Aricia’s fingers curled into fists at her sides as a shiver ran down her spine. The flames from the torches flickered wildly, casting elongated shadows along the marble walls, as if the room itself could sense the shift in reality. 


She turned her head slowly, her scarlet hair cascading over her shoulder, her voice barely above a whisper. 


She had called this woman her mother for as long as she could remember, yet the truth gnawed at her insides like a ravenous beast. 


Across from her, the Queen Mother smiled, an eerily gentle smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. 


A crack echoed through the chamber, followed by a deafening shatter. 


Chapter 62| Him