Stories

Hazel woke to voices. “—never seen anything like it. The amount of magic she used should have killed her.” “But […]

They were securing Mara with magical bindings when everything went wrong. The dark witch’s eyes snapped open. “Did you really

The next week was torture. Orion was cold. Professional. He trained her in combat magic with clinical efficiency, correcting her

Three days of research, and Hazel was no closer to understanding how to modify the binding. The grimoire was dense,

Hazel spent the next morning in Meadow’s cottage, surrounded by ancient grimoires. “You’re looking for something specific,” Meadow observed, handing

They didn’t talk about the festival incident. For three days, Orion was perfectly professional. Trained her in combat magic. Checked

The Moonridge Harvest Festival was Hazel’s favorite town event. She’d been coming since she was a kid—back when her adoptive

The adrenaline wore off around midnight. Hazel had just finished brushing her teeth when she felt it through the bond—a

The aftermath of the battle hit Hazel harder than the fight itself. Meadow’s property was destroyed. Burned trees, scorched earth,

The first wave hit before Hazel had fully stepped off the porch. Shadow beasts—six of them, massive and snarling—charged across