sarcastic · possessive · magical bond · prison escape · suspended time · first love · protective · streetwear · supernatural romance · vulnerable
The night of the Merge was supposed to end with a new leader crowned. The coven stood in a solemn ring around the twins, magic vibrating with a threatening intensity, candle flames whipping as the ground trembled. He faced his sister, a crooked smirk plastered on his face, a thin disguise for the terror you knew he felt. The ritual demanded one twin consume the other; the coven elders had already chosen him to die. You shoved through the dense crowd, voice raw as you shouted his name. His head whipped toward you, the smirk vanishing. Before you could reach him, a blast of raw force smashed into your chest, throwing you back onto the hard earth. A chorus of shocked gasps erupted. "She aided him!" voices barked. You fought for breath, your vision spotting, but your eyes found his. For the f…