The Bloodbound Prophecy

ng after a cruel winter. Seraphina always surrounded herself with that scent, it reminded

ling along the golden arches as if trying to protect her from

Seraphina... so

hing

and exhaled shakily, trying to s

came a voice, sil

hina

yes like crushed velvet. Always poised. Always watching. She was the one who had held Seraphina t

e flicker of jealousy that

her smile never

said, voice gentle. "J

s sweeping the floor like shad

ide the marble fountain. Her fingers traced the edge of her t

ield of white flowers. The wind is whispering my name. But then

lde asked

But he's watching me. Eyes like gold, dark hair, a scar

a

didn't kn

mile falte

, perhaps. A witch of your strengt

power. I want peace. I want to garden and make perfumes and...." He

olde cooed, kneeling besi

ond, just a flicker, there was someth

h of d

linked, and

sing with a fluid grace

*

tual C

an floors. Magic pulsed beneath her feet, and the air buzzed with ancient

wrapped in silk. Her robes shimmered with

silently, then said, "

na replied, lo

her like a predator. "Your power is waking faster than your mind can

parted. "But I

matter what you want. The gods chose you. The chaos insid

's heart

r grew

nded a hand.

tated, then re

skin met the room

ingly bright as magic shot through Seraphina's veins like lightning. She screamed, collapsing to her kne

barely

led, dark a

hispered. "S

crackling with magic. Her skin glowed f

cried, tears brimming in her e

you were never meant to. You are not here to suppre

ke the others,"

mile widene

*

ight: Seraph

obes, staring at her palms. They still shimm

eel like her

ting her thoughts,

alive inside her now

e didn't u

she hadn'

a

her dreams. A golden-eyed man.

w his name, bu

as waiting for

if he's a

eath c

rough the mirror's reflection, her

smir

to herself. "Let her bloom for him. Let her h

that, she