SpellBound

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The Crimson Moon wasn’t just a bar; it was a world unto itself. The air hummed with music that seemed too loud and conversations that were just loud enough. Neon lights cast strange, shifting patterns over the crowd, and the scent of spilled drinks mixed with desperation made the room feel alive. This was where people came to forget who they were. To lose themselves.

It was also where I thrived.

Balancing a tray of drinks, I weaved through the packed room like smoke. My red dress hugged me just right, catching the light and plenty of attention. I didn’t mind. That was the whole point. Let them stare. Let them think they were seeing everything. They never noticed the shimmer of magic at my fingertips or the way my touch lingered a little too long.

I leaned over a table, setting down a pair of whiskey glasses. One of the men—a balding middle-aged guy in a too-tight suit—grinned up at me. His eyes darted south of my face, and I could practically feel his ego-inflating.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he drawled, his breath sour with alcohol. “How about you set that tray down and let me buy you a drink?”

I smiled at him, letting it curve slow and sweet. “Maybe later,” I purred, leaning in just enough to make his pulse jump. My fingers brushed his shoulder as I straightened. “For now, duty calls.”

He chuckled, already under my spell. Literally, the magic had taken root when I touched him, subtle and invisible. He wouldn’t feel it until later, when the compulsion grew strong enough to bring him back here, looking for me.

That was my power—small, quiet, but devastating. I didn’t need fireballs or flashy displays. My magic worked in whispers and shadows, creeping into people’s minds and twisting their emotions. They never saw it coming.

As I moved to the next table, I caught a glimpse of myself in the cracked mirror behind the bar. My dark hair spilled over my shoulders in waves, framing a face that could be sweet or dangerous, depending on the angle. But it was my eyes that always gave me away. Bright, icy blue, they held a sharpness I couldn’t hide, no matter how hard I tried.

I hated that mirror.

Fifteen Years Ago

The warehouse had been cold and dark, the kind of place that felt forgotten by the world. I’d curled up in a corner, my knees hugged to my chest, as objects flew through the air around me. My magic had been wild then, untamed and hungry.

“Mommy! Daddy!” I’d screamed, my voice raw.

But they were gone. The Hive had taken them. And it was my fault.

The air around me crackled with energy, the sound of glass shattering echoing through the space. I had no idea how to stop it. I was drowning in my power, terrified and alone.

A shadow fell over me, and I looked up, my breath hitching.

A woman stood there, tall and elegant, her face framed by dark curls and a smile that was more teeth than kindness. “There, there,” she cooed, her voice smooth and cold. “Such power, little one. Such potential. What a waste to let it run wild.”

“Who… who are you?” I managed, shrinking back against the wall.

She knelt, her red nails gleaming like blood in the dim light. “I’m someone who can help you. Someone who can teach you to control this.” She held out a hand, her smile widening. “Come with me, child. Let me show you how to make the world bow at your feet.”

Her words were like a spell. I didn’t trust her, but what choice did I have? I reached out and took her hand.

The memory faded as quickly as it had come, leaving a hollow ache in its wake. I forced myself to focus, balancing a tray of drinks as I returned to the bar. The past was a cage I refused to live in.

“Another successful night, my love?”

John’s voice startled me. He stood in the doorway to the back room, a steaming mug of tea in his hands. His brown eyes were warm, his smile easy. He looked at me like I was the center of his world, and I hated how much I wished it were real.

“Of course,” I said, forcing a smile. I stepped closer, resting a hand on his chest.

“Your parents said to tell you goodnight,” he added, his voice soft.

I nodded, the smile on my face feeling like a mask. “Thank you, darling.”

He didn’t notice the faint glow beneath his skin, the spell humming just under the surface. It kept him loyal, kept him mine. It wasn’t fair, but fair had never been part of the deal.

By the time I got home, the city had gone quiet, the streets empty under the pale glow of the streetlights. Exhaustion pressed down on me, but there was something else, too. A heaviness in the air. A feeling that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

Someone was watching me.

I crossed the room, my magic spreading out like invisible threads, searching for any sign of an intruder. When I reached the window, I threw it open, staring down into the street below.

It was empty.

But I wasn’t imagining things. I could feel it—that presence, just out of reach, like a shadow that refused to be caught.

The Hive.

I slammed the window shut, leaning against it as my heart pounded in my chest. They had found me.

The Hive

The Hive wasn’t just an organization. It was a machine. Cold, relentless, and all-encompassing. They were the ones who controlled the balance of power between the magical and mortal realms, ensuring that no one ever grew strong enough to challenge them.

To them, I wasn’t a person. I was a weapon. A piece of the prophecy they couldn’t afford to leave unchecked.

“The child of flame and shadow will rise,” the prophecy said. “A force of creation or destruction, the key to the future of all realms.”

They didn’t care which side I chose. They just wanted to control me.

I’d spent years running, hiding my powers, pretending to be something I wasn’t. But no matter how far I ran, The Hive was always one step behind.

That night, as I lay in bed beside John, I couldn’t shake the feeling that my time was running out. My life, my carefully constructed illusion, was a house of cards, and the wind was starting to blow.

John murmured something in his sleep, and I turned to look at him. He deserved better than this. Better than me. But I wasn’t strong enough to let him go.

I closed my eyes, trying to block out the doubts that swirled in my mind. But sleep didn’t come easily.

Somewhere out there, someone was watching. Waiting.

Little did I know, a hunter immune to my magic was closing in. And when he found me, the game I’d been playing would change forever.

This book has only a few chapters, but it is complete. If you are looking for a long read, this is not it. You could read my current book series called the Tribrid.