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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

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Vincent stood dangerously close to Aricia, his breath hurried, uneven. His face was set in hard lines, his eyes dark with an emotion she couldn’t quite decipher—rage, disappointment, something else entirely. The dim light of the cavern cast deep shadows across his face, making him look even more unapproachable. 


Aricia had both hands squeezed at her sides, her fingers curled into tight fists. Her body trembled, but she forced herself to remain still. She wouldn’t cower, not before him. And yet, the weight of his words, the ice in his tone, crushed her more than she could bear. 


"Not another word from you," he hissed. His voice was quiet, but it carried the force of a blade pressed against her throat. 


"I don’t intend to spend another day here with you," Vincent continued, his voice unwavering. "And I’ll have you discarded from my Citadel as soon as we get out of this place." 


Chapter 70| It's Okay Not To Be Okay