The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow 85

The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow 85 Summary

In the temple’s heavy silence, Trinity grapples with the glowing mark on her chest, a symbol tied to an ancient bloodline and the mysterious Codex. Asher stays close, offering quiet support while Trinity confronts the immense responsibility of understanding the Codex’s secrets. Gage expresses frustration over his role, but Arlo explains that only Trinity, as the bloodline heir, can read the ancient text. When Trinity touches the Codex’s pages, they transform, revealing visions of a powerful woman with a mark like hers, surrounded by creatures that are both protectors and predators, hinting at a dark and dangerous heritage.

The visions deepen, showing the first heir breaking the chains binding a fiery creature, symbolizing a curse intertwined with their power. Trinity realizes that releasing this creature brings chaos, and the bloodline’s heirs face a perpetual choice between sealing or unleashing it. As the visions continue, she sees battles, sacrifices, and destruction linked to her mark, underscoring the heavy burden she carries. The chapter ends with Trinity overwhelmed but determined to face the truth of her lineage and the looming threat.

In the following chapter, Trinity admits her ignorance of the bloodline’s dark history, while Asher reassures her that she is not alone. The Codex reveals more, including a symbol that is both a key and a broken seal for the creature bound by the first heir. Trinity understands that if the seal fully breaks, only she can stop the creature by mastering the mark and the power it represents. However, the full ritual to restore the seal is incomplete, dangerous, and may require a sacrifice—raising the stakes and fear within her.

Despite the uncertainty, Trinity resolves to find the missing parts of the ritual, guided by a map in the Codex pointing to ancient temples and guarded knowledge. The group prepares to leave at dawn, aware that the creature is growing stronger and watching them. Tension rises as they anticipate the dangers ahead, but Asher’s support steadies Trinity. The chapter closes with the group stepping into the mist, united in their mission to confront the curse of the bloodline and the creature that threatens everything they love. Trinity feels the heavy pull of her heritage, knowing the path ahead is perilous but necessary.

CHAPTER 85

The temple had fallen into a deep silence, broken only by the faint hum of the Coley fluttering softly above the ancient stone. The air was heavy with a strange stillness, and my chest still ached where the glowing mark burned faintly, pulsing with a life of its own, as if it held a heartbeat separate from mine. I could almost feel the energy radiating from the Codex, an ancient power waiting to be unlocked.

Asher stayed close by my side, his hand brushing gently against mine as he leaned over the floating pages of the Codex. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” he asked quietly, concern evident in his voice.

I swallowed hard, the weight of responsibility pressing down on me. “I have to be. If I don’t understand it… we’re all in danger. That creature’s coma won’t last forever. Next time… it might not stay dormant.”

Gage groaned from his spot, leaning heavily against a crumbling column. “I still don’t get why my hair has to touch those glowing books. Why can’t someone else do it?”

“Because no one else can read it,” Arlo answered softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “The Codex recognizes the bloodline. It recognizes the heir. Only Trinity can read it.”

Taking a shaky breath, I reached out toward the shimmering pages. The moment my fingers brushed the silver light, the symbols began to shift and rearrange themselves. The strange, indecipherable markings transformed into shapes and words I could understand, as if the book was speaking directly to me—without uttering a sound.

I gasped aloud. “It… it’s showing me visions. I can feel the bloodline… my bloodline. And… it’s darker than I ever imagined.”

Asher squeezed my hand reassuringly. “Take it slow. Don’t let it overwhelm you.”

I nodded, forcing myself to focus. The first vision crashed over me like a tidal wave. I saw a woman with piercing silver eyes standing beneath a blood-red moon. She held a glowing mark on her chest—just like mine. Around her, creatures that were not quite human bowed low. Their claws scraped the earth, their eyes burning with a fierce hunger.

“Who are they?” I whispered, barely able to breathe.

“That’s your bloodline,” Arlo said quietly. “They were hunters… protectors… but also predators.”

The next vision came quickly and was even darker. Chains of silver bound a creature larger than any wolf, its eyes blazing like living fire. The woman from before—the first heir—held the chains tightly with one hand, her chest glowing with a mark identical to mine. Then, with a sudden motion, she broke the chains.

I gasped, heart pounding. “She… she set it free?”

Arlo nodded slowly. “Yes. That’s what the Codex reveals. The bloodline isn’t just power—it’s a curse. Every heir faces the choice: seal the creature or release it. But releasing it… always brings chaos.”

Gage muttered sarcastically, “So… we’re cursed. That’s just great.”

I ignored his bitterness and let the visions wash over me, one after another. I saw battles raging beneath red moons, packs torn apart, villages reduced to ashes. I witnessed children taken and raised in shadow, elders sacrificed to fuel dark power. And always, at the center of it all, a glowing mark on the chest of the heir—always me.

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CHAPTER 86

“I… I didn’t know,” I whispered, tears stinging my eyes. “I had no idea it was like this.”

“You’re not alone,” Asher said softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. “But you have to understand—this is your heritage. Your bloodline. The power, and the danger—it’s in your veins.”

The Codex’s pages fluttered rapidly, revealing more visions. I saw a symbol—the same one etched on my chest—glowing silver beneath the first moon. Then, I saw myself standing beneath a crimson moon, chains in my hands, a creature bowing before me.

I stumbled back, shaking my head in disbelief. “No… no. That can’t be me.”

“It can,” Arlo said quietly. “The visions show both past and future. The mark on your chest—it’s the key. The power is yours. But so is the danger.”

I sank to my knees, overwhelmed by the enormity of it all. “So if I fail… everything we know, everything we love… it dies?”

“Yes,” Asher said, his voice steady but low. “And if you succeed… maybe we still have a chance.”

Wiping away my tears, I took a deep, steadying breath. The mark on my chest flared brightly, a subtle tug like a guiding hand pulling me toward the next page. My fingers brushed the glowing surface, and the Codex revealed a new secret.

“The symbol… it’s not just a key,” I whispered. “It’s a seal. A seal for the first creature—the one the first heir bound. And… it’s broken.”

“What do you mean?” Gage asked, his voice tinged with unease.

“The creature we saw at the library,” I explained. “It’s the same one from the first moon. The mark on me… it’s connected to it. It’s calling me. And if I don’t learn to control it… it will come back. Fully.”

Arlo’s face paled. “The Codex says that if the seal is broken, only the bloodline heir can stop it. And only by fully understanding the mark, the power, and the creature can the seal be restored.”

I swallowed hard, fear twisting in my chest. “And how do I do that?”

“That’s the difficult part,” Arlo said. “The Codex shows the knowledge, but the ritual—the full ceremony—isn’t here. Parts of it are lost. Some of it… dangerous. And some… may require a sacrifice.”

I froze, heart hammering. “A sacrifice? What kind?”

Arlo shook his head. “It doesn’t say. But history shows every heir had to give something—blood, power, even life—to seal the creature again. That’s the curse of the bloodline. That’s why it’s so dangerous.”

My chest tightened painfully. My hands trembled. “So… I might have to… die?”

“No,” Asher said quickly, taking my hands firmly in his. “Not if we figure this out. You’re not alone in this. We’ll find the missing parts together. But you have to be ready. You have to face what’s inside you. Face the bloodline.”

The Codex turned another page, revealing a map dotted with hidden locations—ancient temples, forgotten libraries. One place was marked with the same symbol as my mark.

“That’s it,” I whispered, eyes wide. “That’s where we start. That’s where the missing pieces are.”

Gage groaned. “More ruins. More creepy temples. Fantastic.”

“It’s the only way,” I said firmly. “We have to go there. We need to learn the ritual before that thing breaks free.”

Arlo nodded. “Yes. And we should prepare. The Codex also shows guardians—creatures left to protect the knowledge. They’re not forgiving.”

A shiver ran down my spine, but Asher’s hand on my shoulder steadied me. “Then we prepare,” he said. “We leave at first light. Together. And we face whatever’s waiting.”

I glanced back at the Codex. The silver letters shifted across the pages, alive and whispering secrets to me. Then, a shadow flickered across the room.

“Did you see that?” Gage whispered, eyes wide.

I stiffened. “It’s watching us. Again.”

Arlo’s eyes widened in alarm. “The creature knows we’re using the Codex. It can sense your mark. And it’s growing stronger. Faster.”

Asher’s jaw clenched. “Then we don’t waste any time. The Codex shows the path. We follow it. Before it comes back for you.”

I nodded, swallowing hard. The burning in my chest flared with the mark’s pulse. I could feel the pull—the knowledge, the danger. Everything about my bloodline—my power, my curse—was alive inside me. And I wasn’t sure if I was strong enough.

But I had to be.

Because if I failed… the creature from the first moon wouldn’t just destroy me. It would destroy everything I loved.

And there would be no one left to stop it.

We packed our supplies in silence, the Codex hovering above the pedestal, its silver pages glowing faintly as if it were alive and watching. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from it, feeling it call to me, revealing fragments of the past, the present, and the uncertain future.

Outside, the mist thickened once more, curling like ghostly fingers around the temple ruins. I felt it deep in my bones—it was waiting. Watching. The creature from the library wasn’t far. And somewhere inside me, I knew it was connected to the Codex too.

Asher pulled me close as we stepped out into the cold air. “We’ll face it together. All of us.”

I nodded, feeling the heavy weight of my bloodline pressing down on me. The mark pulsed softly, a warning and a guide. The Codex was our key. And the path ahead was fraught with danger.

We made our way back to the edge of the ruins, the mist swirling around our feet. Gage grumbled about muddy boots, Arlo muttered about temples and guardians, and Asher remained silent, his eyes scanning the shadows.

And I kept feeling it—the pull of my bloodline, the creature, the first moon, the mark.

It was all alive.

And it was coming for me.

Sara Lili

Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.