The scent of antiseptic still lingered on her glove.
Lira stepped into her small apartment, the door creaking shut behind her like a sigh. She locked it—once, twice—then pulled the curtains tight. Her breath trembled, but her hands didn't.
> "You shouldn't have done that, Lira." "The oath is not just yours."
Those words echoed in her head. Again. And again.
She opened the man's phone. No passcode.
Too easy.
A recent call — Sijuki.
Her stomach turned. The name was a knife through her chest.
Sijuki.
The boy with ash in his hair. The one who laughed while her world burned.
> He's alive…
Not just alive—but near.
As the realization settled, a knock rattled her door.
Soft. Deliberate. Once. Twice. Then silence.
She didn't move. Didn't breathe.
Then—
> "Lira,"
a voice murmured from behind the door.
"It's me."
It wasn't Sijuki. It was him. The 28-year-old man she stabbed. Awake. Bleeding. And standing at her door?
> "I'm not here to hurt you," he said.
"But you've already started a war."
She backed away.
War? No. This was revenge. This was her justice.
But deep inside, something told her — she had only opened the first page of something much darker.
Something ancient. Something bound by blood and fire.
She reached for the ring again. Her mother's ring.
But this time, it was warm.
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> 🌑 To be continued…
Thank you so much for giving your time, attention, and heart to Lira's Shadow Oath.
This story is not just a tale of revenge, love, and mystery—it is a journey of fire and scars, of hidden oaths and rising courage.
Each view, each silent read, and every moment you spend in Lira's world means the world to me.
Even if you don't leave a comment or like, know this:
You are part of this journey.
And for that, I'm deeply grateful.
If Lira's shadows touch your soul, stay with her.
Her story is just beginning—and trust me, what's coming will change everything.
With all my heart,
—The Author 🖤
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