Let him feel the silence.
1277 Words
Anara.
I didn’t sleep.
I didn’t even try.
Lucien’s words followed me like a curse, repeating again and again. It was driving me crazy
“You will stay here.”
“Try me.”
“Then we’ll both bleed.” his words continued to echo in my head
I paced my chambers like a caged beast, my fists clenched at my sides. The shadows on the walls stretched toward me — not threatening this time, but waiting.
“You feel it too, don’t you?” i whispered to them.
“She’s not safe. And he’d rather keep me prisoner than let me save her.”
The shadows flickered.
I closed my eyes and breathed deep. And when i opened them again, my decision was made.
“If Lucien won’t help me…”
“Then I’ll burn my own path out of this place.”
“library” the shadow whispered, brilliant! There must be a spellbook or something that'll explain how I can leave here.
I didn’t know what I was looking for. Just that it would be hidden.
Lucien’s private wing was massive — three stories tall, lit with floating candles and thick with dust and secrets. I’d only been allowed into the upper level once.Once which was earlier today, now I'm happy I took that stroll.
But tonight, I was done asking permission.
I walked past the chained books and charmed scrolls, down the spiral staircase to the forbidden section — the lower floor sealed with runes and bone-etched locks.
The shadows danced at my feet like snakes as I reached the black gate.
“Open,” I said softly, my hand glowing faintly with dark light.
“I know you hear me.”
At first, nothing happened. Then not knowing whatever I was doing I closed my eyes and reached for the gate again
Then the carvings on the arch lit up — glowing violet and red, pulsing in time with my heartbeat.
With a deep groan, the gate slowly opened.
And behind it… were shelves lined with cursed grimoires, blood-stained tomes, and relics.
I stepped inside.
I ran my hand along the spines. Most were locked. Some hissed. One bit my finger.
But then i saw it.
A leather-bound volume, charred at the corners, no title on the cover — only a symbol. A circle of thorns around a drop of blood.
It pulsed when my hand hovered above it.
“You’ll do it.”I said confident that this book will help me
I pulled it free. The pages flipped open on their own — landing on a chapter marked:
“blood passages”
My breath caught.
“This is it.”
I flipped the page and found another spell. The edges of the page was a bit burnt, it was also a version of the portal spell, it was marked with a warning
“To pass unseen by bond or blood, let your light fade into the dark. Seal the path but beware :what is hidden.. Is hunted”
I read it over again and it suddenly hit me! Lucien and I are supposedly bonded.
If I leave he'll probably sense it and be able to find me,but this spell will hide me from him. How will I do that now?
I return to the book and see that I'll need something that belongs to Lucien to be able to complete the spell. Oh god!
I looked around and spotted a ring on the table across from me. Aha! I picked it up and close my eyes.
The room darkens. My blood hits the stones.
“Sanguis… Transitus… Obscura.”
The shadows howl, drawn into the circle. My breath catches as the pages of the grimoire catch fire and vanish — a one-time spell.
A small carving of Lucien’s ring pulses in my palm. It cracks. Disintegrates.
The portal opens.
I don't hesitate.
“Good luck finding me this time.”
I step through and the shadow slams the portal shut behind me.
Lucien.
It hit him like a blade.
One second, her presence simmered at the edge of his senses — quiet, stormy, stubborn.
The next…
Silence.
He staggered.
His hand gripped the table, claws half-formed, breath sharp and disbelieving.
No.
No, no, no—
He reached inward, toward the thread that had connected them since the shadows first answered her blood.
Nothing.
Not muted.
Not blocked.
Gone.
“She sealed the bond.”
The words fell like ash from his mouth.
“silas!!”
Silas was already striding into the room. “What happened?”
Lucien’s eyes glowed gold with a fury that split the air.
“She used a spell that should’ve been lost.”
“You’re saying she—”
“I’m saying,” Lucien growled, voice low and cold, “that she just vanished into the mortal realm… and made damn sure I can’t follow.”
He turned away, pacing like a caged beast.
“She had help. Or instinct. Or both.”
“Should we send a scouting party?”
Lucien’s head snapped toward him.
“I don’t want her watched. I want her found.”
“And when she is—”
His voice dipped into something dark.
“She’s going to learn what it means to run from me.”
A silence stretched between them.
Silas didn’t speak. He knew better.
Lucien stood in the flickering candlelight — trembling with rage, confusion… and something dangerously close to fear.
“She’s not ready for what’s out there,” he whispered.
“But she’s going to find out anyway-
The silence in the room was a living thing.
Lucien stood motionless, staring at nothing exactly, his mind was in chaos wondering how he couldn't feel even a tiny bit of her, it was. Gone. Sealed.
The bond hadn’t just been broken—
It was shut behind a wall of ancient blood magic.
He clenched his jaw as his claws dug into the stone table, cracking the edge.
Silas stood across from him, silent.
“Who helped her?” Lucien finally asked, his voice low and lethal.
“Who taught her the spell?”
Silas hesitated, then said what Lucien didn’t want to hear.
“No one.”
“She went to the restricted vault alone. The guards didn’t see her. The shadows didn’t stop her.”
“And the grimoire…”
He held up what remained — blackened leather, edges burned to ash.
“She took it. She read it. She cast it.”
Lucien said nothing for a long moment.
His eyes burned, not with fire—but with frustration that reached deep enough to be pain.
“She sealed me out,” he said at last.
“With a spell that hasn’t been used in over a thousand years.”
Silas didn't reply.
Lucien turned his back, running a hand through his tousled hair, pacing like a predator that couldn’t smell its prey.
“She knew exactly what it would do,” he murmured.
“And she used my blood… against me.”
He stopped.
“No one helped her,” he repeated, slower this time.
“That means she’s stronger than we thought.”
The room felt colder.
His voice dropped, sharp and dangerous:
“Or she’s remembering what she was.”
Silas stepped forward. “What do you want to do?”
Lucien’s eyes flared gold, his fangs barely restrained.
“She thinks I won’t find her.”
“Let her believe that.”
“But when I do—”
He slammed his palm into the table. The stone shattered.
“—she’s never leaving my side again.”
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