The night shattered like glass.
Moonlight filtered through shattered temple windows,
casting fractured silver across the blood-streaked stones. Outside, the air
roared with the clash of steel and magic, the forest trembling under the weight
of war.
Selene's heart pounded as she stood between Lucien and
Ronan, the triad's bond blazing like a furnace within her veins. Their magic
pulsed in unison, a fierce symphony of witchfire, vampiric shadow, and wolf
spirit.
"Hold the line!" Selene commanded, her voice a sharp lance
cutting through the chaos.
Lucien's eyes glowed crimson as he moved like a
shadow—silent, lethal. With a flick of his wrist, spectral blades shimmered
into existence, slicing through the advancing Coven hunters with ruthless
precision. His fangs bared in a predatory snarl as he tore through their ranks,
unstoppable and cold as death.
Ronan roared, shifting mid-battle. His wolf form surged
free, muscles rippling, claws ripping earth and enemy alike. His howl split the
night, a savage anthem that rallied their allies and terrified their foes.
Amidst the carnage, Selene chanted, weaving spells that
wrapped the temple in a protective cocoon. Runes blazed with brilliant light,
casting the attackers into searing pain or freezing them in place.
But the Coven's leader emerged—high priestess Kaela, her
eyes blazing with dark fire. She wielded a staff crackling with corrupted
magic, a twisted mirror of Selene's own power.
"You think this bond can save you?" Kaela hissed, stepping
into the temple's heart. "You are nothing but fractured souls, bound by foolish
desire."
Selene met her gaze, unflinching.
"We are whole," she said, voice ringing with conviction.
"Stronger than your hatred."
The duel erupted like thunder.
Kaela's curses collided with Selene's wards, each spell a
strike that echoed through the temple. Lucien and Ronan flanked their witch,
tearing into Kaela's acolytes with deadly grace.
Yet Kaela was relentless, her magic warping reality,
forcing the triad to fight not just with strength but with every ounce of trust
and connection they shared.
At a critical moment, Kaela unleashed a blast aimed
directly at Selene.
Without hesitation, Lucien dove, taking the blow meant for
her. A crimson wound bloomed on his side, but he snarled defiantly, sinking
fangs into the nearest foe before collapsing against Ronan's embrace.
Ronan's roar turned savage fury into a tidal wave of
destruction, scattering enemies like leaves in a storm.
Selene knelt beside Lucien, tears mingling with blood as
she pressed her hands over his wound, channeling healing magic so fierce it
shimmered in the air like liquid fire.
"We fight on," she whispered.
Ronan gripped both their hands, the bond glowing brighter
than ever.
Together, they rose—wounded, but unbroken.
With one final surge of combined magic, they shattered
Kaela's staff, breaking her hold and sending the remaining attackers fleeing
into the night.
As dawn broke, painting the sky with bruised purples and
golds, Selene held her two lovers close.
Their bodies bore the marks of battle—bruises, cuts,
exhaustion.
But their souls were alight.
They had faced darkness.
And survived.
Together.