Page 48 of Wild Ivy
A vampire queen who ruled for centuries streams past, her essence crackling with both darkness and the potential for something different. An ancient werewolf alpha who died protecting his pack brushes against my consciousness, his fierce spirit already yearning for a new form. Lilith, the dark witch who dabbled too deep in forbidden magick, dissolves into pure energy, her knowledge and power dispersing like smoke on the wind, ready to be reborn.
They aren’t all seeking redemption. Some souls pulse with the same darkness that marked their previous existence, their fierce nature unchanged by death. A demon lord’s essence burns hot and violent as it passes, their power seeking a new vessel to inhabit. Others carry the weight of centuries of supernatural politics and power plays, their ambitions undimmed by death.
But even the darkest among them now carry the possibility of change, whether they choose to take it or not. The head of an ancient vampire coven streaks by, their calculated cruelty tempered now with the faintest glimmer of possibility. A fallen fae warrior’s spirit glows with both ancient magick and fresh purpose.
They flow outward in waves, generations of souls finding their way to new beginnings.
The void fills with their joy, their terror, their wild hope. The sound of their passing is like every piece of music ever written playing at once - a symphony of existence itself.
As the last wave of this round of souls dissipates, I feel the void fall away. The ritual space pulls at me, calling me to where Tate, Bram, and Torin wait. Their energy signatures burn like beacons through the darkness, transformed but familiar.
I materialise in the clearing, my feet touching solid ground for the first time since my transformation began. My guys have changed as I have. Bram’s wild nature is now fully realised, Tate marked by fate in ways that go far deeper than skin, Torin radiating a power that bridges multiple realities.
The air around us shimmers with the aftereffects of both transformations - theirs and mine. Released souls continue to stream overhead, visible now in the physical world as streaks of light across the night sky, like a meteor shower of second chances.
I look down at my hands, seeing the power that courses through me made manifest. My skin glows with shifting patterns that tell the story of every death and rebirth since time began. My hair floats around me, each strand containing galaxies of possibility.
“Ivy?” Tate’s voice breaks the silence, filled with awe. The marks across his skin ripple in response to my presence.
I meet his gaze, knowing that my eyes now hold the infinite depths of the void itself and the warmth of countless new beginnings.
“I understand now,” I say, my voice carrying echoes of all the souls that had been part of me. “We all get another chance. Again and again, until we get it right.”
Above us, the souls continue their journey, lighting up the night with the promise of renewal. Life’s power pulses againstthe edges of reality, but it feels distant now, almost irrelevant in the face of this greater truth.
The cycle hasn’t just been restored - it’s been transformed, and we’re all part of it, whether we remember or not.
26
IVY
Tate moves towards me first,his body marked with symbols that writhe and shift like living things. The fated mark we share burns between us, but now it’s more. It’s a bridge between what he’s become and what I am. His eyes meet mine, and I see eternity reflected there, matching the void that now lives within me.
“Ivy,” he breathes, wrapping his arms around me, and just my name carries weight I never heard before. Power recognising power. Equal and opposite, perfectly balanced.
The tears that slip down my cheeks leave trails of starlight on my skin.
Bram and Torin join us, and as they draw close, I feel our energies connecting, creating something entirely new. Four points of power, four different types of magick, form a perfect circuit, the last pieces clicking into place.
I look at each of them. My fated mates. Mine.
“The world’s about to change. Everything we thought we knew about death, about what comes after... it’s all different now.”
“We know,” Torin croaks, his voice hoarse from the magick sparking all around. He drags me away from Tate and slams his lips against mine in a bruising kiss. I rip at his clothes, needing to fuck him hard and fast to release the stress of the last few hours, days? Who knows how much time passed while I was in the void?
“Fuck,” I growl against Torin’s lips, my body buzzing with need. The power coursing through me intensifies every sensation.
I rip his shirt off, buttons scattering across the forest floor. My hands roam over the geometric patterns etched into his skin, feeling the vampire energy vibrating underneath. Torin groans, his fangs extending as he bites my lower lip hard enough to draw blood.
The taste of copper explodes on our tongues. But it’s more than just blood now. It’s power, raw and primal. Torin’s eyes go black with hunger as he lifts me up, slamming me to the ground.
Savagely, he tears my clothes away. There’s no gentleness, no finesse, just desperate, frantic need. Within seconds, I’m naked, and he falls onto me, thrusting into me hard, both of us crying out at the intensity.
“Fuck, Ivy,” he pants against my neck.
I can only moan in response as he pounds into me. Every thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
I reach out a hand to Tate and Bram, beckoning them to me.
