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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

Cealric sighed dramatically, folding his arms over his chest. "They both came to fuck themselves, Arthur," he whined. "They are grown and need not seek permission to wander. Vincent leaves the house, and finally, there is some peace and quiet. Can't you just accept it?" 


Arthur and Vincent exchanged a look, momentarily taken aback. For the briefest moment, they had thought Cealric might actually be onto something meaningful. But, as always, he veered off into his usual brand of flippant dismissal. 


Arthur’s disappointment was palpable. His sharp gaze flickered to everyone present, scrutinizing their expressions, measuring their awareness. The weight of responsibility settled heavily upon him as he exhaled, his voice firm and steady. 


Chapter 65| It Takes One To Know One