When Blood Calls Blood
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đź“– Chapter 9: When Blood Calls Blood
Part 1: Reflections That Lie
Liam wasn’t asleep.
But he wasn’t awake either.
He sat by the fire, rocking slowly, eyes fixed on the broken mirror in my travel bag. I hadn't realized he’d taken it out. I hadn't even remembered packing it.
His lips moved, soundless.
Then his voice split into two.
One voice was his.
The other—too smooth, too cold, too old.
“She’s coming through,” he whispered. “She just needs more of me.”
I knelt beside him. “Liam, look at me. Not the mirror.”
He blinked—then smiled.
But it wasn’t his smile.
It was hers.
The reflection didn’t match his expression. It smirked while his real face remained blank. Then the glass cracked.
A single word etched into it:
MOTHER.
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đź“– Chapter 9: When Blood Calls Blood
Part 2: The Book That Shouldn’t Exist
Axel returned just after dawn.
He had blood on his boots and a folder in his hand. His face was grim. His eyes avoided mine.
“I went to the old Crescent archives,” he said. “Had to break through three blood locks.”
“What did you find?”
He hesitated—then handed me the folder.
Inside were five files.
All red-stamped. All sealed twenty-one years ago.
All marked BURNED – FORBIDDEN.
One file held the truth:
> Patient ID: Marissa Cross
Status: Full Moon Pregnant
Outcome: Twins—Male Viable, Female Rejected
Codename for extraction: L.Y.R.A.
Instructions: Separate soul from body. Store remnants in The Mirror Grove until Ritual Date.
I covered my mouth.
“They knew,” Axel whispered. “The council. The Crescent. They planned her separation.”
Liam wasn't haunted by an accident.
He was being hunted by design.
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đź“– Chapter 9: When Blood Calls Blood
Part 3: Ghost in the Glass
Liam’s humming grew darker.
Low, guttural tones laced with words I couldn’t translate.
He didn’t eat. Didn’t blink. He only watched his reflection in puddles, in spoons, in my eyes.
He pointed at a small stream near our camp.
“She’s in there.”
I knelt, looked into the stream.
At first, just my reflection.
Then—
Lyra.
Underwater.
Smiling.
Her hands reached upward, pressed against the water’s surface like a mirror. She mouthed something.
> “I remember the warmth of the womb.
I remember the cold of the chains.
I want back what was mine.”
I fell backward.
Liam reached for the stream.
“NO!” I screamed, grabbing his hand.
Water exploded upward—like something had tried to pull him in.
When the water settled, she was gone.
But now Liam’s eyes were two different colors.
One gold.
The other… cracked silver.
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đź“– Chapter 9: When Blood Calls Blood
Part 4: The Whispering Veil
That night, Axel built a circle of salt and iron around Liam.
It held—for an hour.
Then the ground hissed.
The salt turned black. The iron glowed red. Liam floated two inches off the ground, whispering Marissa’s lullaby backward.
I cried his name.
He stopped. Dropped.
Gasped for air.
“She’s getting stronger,” he said. “She’s feeding on my sleep.”
I hugged him tightly, not caring about rituals.
And then, just before dawn, I saw something that broke me:
On Liam’s back, near his spine, a mark had appeared.
It was the same sigil from Lyra’s sealed file.
Her mark.
Her claim.
She was no longer just watching.
She was inside him.
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🪞 Teaser – Chapter 10: Mirror Grove
There is a place the Crescent Wolves refuse to name.
A forest where reflections don’t copy—but listen.
Where Lyra’s soul was first stored.
And where she now grows stronger.
To save Liam, Aurora and Axel must return to Mirror Grove.
But inside, time shifts, memories bend, and truths demand a price.
Chapter 10: Mirror Grove
Not every reflection shows your face.
Some show who you were…
And some show who you were supposed to be.
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