The vision
534 Words
The night was thick with whispers.
Not the kind that came from mouths — but from shadows, trees, even the wind. The blood moon pulsed high in the sky, bathing the land in crimson light. It didn’t feel like night anymore. It felt like a prophecy unfolding.
Mira stood at the edge of the academy’s training field, barefoot, face tilted to the sky. The cursed mark on her arm had spread, curling like smoke across her shoulder and down her ribs.
She didn’t flinch when Kade approached.
“You’re glowing again,” he said.
“I know.”
He reached out to touch her back, tracing the mark with slow, reverent fingers. She didn’t speak, just leaned into him like gravity pulled her there.
But his touch faltered.
Because the moment his hand reached her heart he saw it.
Not with his eyes.
With something deeper.
The Vision:
The future unfurled like a horror movie. Mira stood atop a throne of bones, her silver hair wild, her body blood-soaked. Her eyes glowed like fire. Armies knelt before her wolves, witches, monsters with no names.
And she was alone.
No Kade.
No pack.
Just destruction.
Then came the scream not hers.
His.
Chained, broken, begging.
Killed by her hand.
Kade jolted back with a roar, stumbling.
Mira turned, startled. “Kade?”
He looked at her like she was something unreal. “What the hell was that?”
She took a step forward, voice shaking. “Did you see something?”
“You,” he said hoarsely. “But not… you. Something else. Something darker.”
Mira swallowed hard. “My mother said the magic inside me has memory. That sometimes it shows people what they fear most.”
“That was more than fear.”
She crossed her arms, hugging herself. “Then maybe it wasn’t a warning. Maybe it was a promise.”
Kade stared at her.
The woman he loved.
The weapon she might become.
And still…
He stepped closer.
“I don’t care if you burn the world down,” he said. “As long as I’m burning with you.”
Tears filled her eyes. “Don’t say that.”
“I mean it.”
“You saw what I could become”
“And I’ve seen what you’ve survived,” he growled. “You don’t have to be your mother’s legacy. You can still choose. You’re not the prophecy, Mira. You’re the breaker of it.”
For a moment, her heart beat louder than the curse.
Then his lips crashed against hers.
Rough. Desperate. Full of fury and fear.
And she kissed him back like he was her last breath.
Later, in his room, they stripped each other wordlessly.
Their bodies didn’t just meet they collided. Twisting, clutching, hungry. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t safe. It was warfare made flesh.
Mira’s nails dug into his back. Kade’s teeth marked her thighs.
Their sounds filled the night panting, moaning, the growl of two beasts who found home in each other’s ruin.
And when she came, trembling, with a scream that cracked the mirror the cursed mark flared and shattered its shape.
It was changing.
And it looked almost like a crown.
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