The Stormbound Pact

Raiko awoke with a jolt.

It wasn't the dream that haunted her.

It was the voice.

A whisper etched into the static of her very soul.

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She sat cross-legged on the forest floor outside Forks, beneath the violet glow of her conjured Electro lanterns. The energy shimmered above her palms as her consciousness dived into the divine plane.

Rosalie and Alice stood nearby, waiting silently.

"This isn't just a threat," Raiko finally said, eyes still closed. "It's a convergence."

"What does that mean?" Alice asked.

Raiko opened her eyes. "Something wants to merge the planes. Twilight, Divine, Human, Spirit. We're standing on a faultline."

Rosalie's jaw tensed. "Then we break the faultline before it breaks us."

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Meanwhile, Jacob Black arrived, called by an old shaman's dream. He brought an ancient Quileute artifact — a curved obsidian dagger etched with moonlight runes.

"I saw her in the flames," Jacob said, handing it to Raiko. "You need this."

The blade hummed in Raiko's hand.

"Stormbound Pact," she whispered. "A contract of balance."

It wasn't a weapon.

It was a key.

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That night, under a full moon, Raiko, Alice, Rosalie, and Jacob stood in a circle deep in the forest, surrounded by silver candles and ancient runes.

Raiko cut her palm.

Purple lightning spilled.

One by one, the others followed. Jacob's blood sparked with ancestral fire. Rosalie's shimmered golden. Alice's glowed with kaleidoscopic time-laced energy, they joined hands.

The air cracked, the Pact awakened.

In the name of lightning, fate, love, and legacy... we bind our souls to shield this world and strike down the divine devourer.

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Elsewhere, the creature beneath Forks stirred.

It saw the pact and laughed.

It began to uncoil.

Its name had once been whispered in dying stars:

Nyxothar- The Devourer of Immortality.

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Raiko stumbled after the ritual, her body glowing with lines of divine energy.

"What now?" she asked, barely conscious.

Alice caught her. "Now we prepare."

Rosalie smirked. "And teach you how to actually use that god-tier lightning of yours."

Jacob's voice rumbled like a distant drum. "And I gather the packs. We're not letting this thing touch our land."

Raiko looked at them — her chosen family, her bonded.

They weren't just allies. They were her stormbound heart.

She smiled, despite the pain in her chest.

Let the gods come. She'd answer with thunder.