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Pureblood's Forbidden Love

Chapter 6 Mom!

Word Count: 1220    |    Released on: 15/03/2024

ition, revealing a sight more unreal and saturated with eldr

ce in the dim interior light. Humming serenely to herself, absently arranging a vase of freshly-clipped yellow

esonance, departing the bounds of mortal coil and cloth to resemble...something

rection. "Lara sweetie, you're up bright and early for once! Good thing too, these bl

at her on the stoop. My fingers curled into white-knuckled fists as all pretense of composure or

d in a sere exhalation of vaca

shoulder, failing to conceal his own unraveling when confronte

ncertainty throbbing with each enunciation. "Last night, we came to your house and...and there w

my two best friends arrayed defensively around me as if facing a threat from her. When her hazel eye

e circumstances were happier ones, but..." She trailed off wistfully, while I struggled to find any grounding banisters of coh

of that inexplicable alien power and majesty. Reaching out, she brushed my cheek with tender fi

now, heed the wisdom of these walls and know only that you are home once more. And that whatever tri

d whatever reality seemed to skew behind their vowels and consonants. How could I possibly reconcile her for what t

th and innocence...yet seemingly purged of any need for panicked explanations or tendril of concern. Instead, only tha

finally glimpsed the first horrifying shards of acceptanc

spool onto me, were irrevocably bound up in MY destiny and truth...perhaps not as th

on was merely the gateway to something ancient and immense, something lying in vigil beyond

perceive the truth with undeniable clarity. That much like my own existence had been unmade and woven anew, so to

and there would be no going back to w

, a symbolic vessel to bind my mortal self and scourge it f

to be painfully shed before I could embrace the benediction of my true lineage

fection surrounding me - committing it all to the dwindling reserves of memory tha

ence blazing back through the halos of her irises, acknowledging me. Acknowledging the inevitab

f the courage or wherewithal to accept what now seemed as i

hallowed geometries of this ranch-style temple...and it was no l

ass window once more. Where last night howls of apo

ot sha

more integral to my being, gestating endless

ion of sacred purification...or perha

ewise absorbed the unraveling disclosure converging from all realms, all worlds, upon me in

n my existence. "Time for the truth, the whole grail-blessed tale of what has happened to my family. What is about

y for another protracte

ed once, grav

n to come...will redefine all you have ever known about your

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