Slices of Midnight Chapter 16

A witch born for darkness stands on a razor’s edge between destiny and damnation—while the one man who anchored her soul turns away in fear.

Marissa kneels alone in the dim corridor, the stolen souls burning in her hands as Isaac and the others look on in fearful disbelief

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My hand, still following the command of my detached cognizance within the realm of the dead, released Myceen’s orb.

Instantly, my consciousness snapped back to the Mortal Plane—the realm of th…