Whispers of the Arcane
I never asked for magic. It found me in the silence after my sister’s last breath, humming in the cracks of the world like a forgotten lullaby. Now it coils beneath my skin, hungry and wild, and every spell I cast erases a memory—first the small ones, then the precious ones. The Council says I’m a weapon that must be controlled. The Rebels say I’m the key to tearing them down. But no one asks what I want. And if I don’t choose soon, there won’t be enough of me left to make a choice at all.The spell slips from my fingers like smoke, and suddenly I’m on my knees, gasping. Another piece gone—my mother’s voice this time, the way she sang before the storms. I remember the runemark on the wall, pulsing red, and the guard collapsing, but nothing after. Blood drips from my nose onto cracked stone. Above me, alarms wail through the underground chamber. They’re coming. I can feel the vibration of boots on metal grates. To my left, a rusted service ladder leads up into darkness. To my right, a flickering terminal still shows the file I shouldn’t have opened: PROJECT AMNESIS - SUBJECT ZERO - SISTER.
I don’t know how much time I have before the next wave hits, before another memory burns out. But I know this: someone lied about what happened to her. And if I run now, I might forget why I ever cared.
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The Last Promise
I made a vow to my dying father—to marry a virgin girl and carry our bloodline forward. Not for power. Not for wealth. But to fulfill an ancient pact buried deep in our family’s past. Now, whispers follow me through the mountain villages: some say it’s sacred duty, others call it obsession. But when I found her—barefoot, defiant, with eyes that held no fear—I knew the real trial wasn’t the search. It was what I’d have to give up to keep my promise.
Carla's Rebirth
I open my eyes to a man who calls himself my husband. He says my name is Carla. Two years ago, I fell into a coma after a car crash. I remember nothing. But when I see old photos, the face staring back isn’t mine. My hands tremble as I trace the curve of my jaw—this body feels like a borrowed suit. David smiles with gentle patience, but his kindness carries weight, secrets buried beneath every touch. Why do strangers look at me like they’ve seen a ghost? And why does my heart race when I hear the name Sarah?
The Revenge Pact
I never asked to be part of a revenge plot. All I wanted was to save my mother’s life and keep a roof over our heads. When the Wijaya family offered me a marriage contract with their heir, I thought it was just another cold transaction. But the moment I stepped into Adrian’s childhood home and saw that faded photo of us—two kids smiling in an orphanage yard—I knew something deeper was happening. Now, every kiss feels like a lie, every touch a manipulation. The truth? Our parents have been planning this for fifteen years. And I’m not just a bride. I’m a weapon they’ve spent a lifetime sharpening.
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