Regional appeal

Love’s Chaos Unleashed (Emily’s POV)

The college town of Ashwood buzzed with the hum of autumn—leaves crunching underfoot, the faint drone of lectures spilling from open windows—but beneath it, a storm brewed. We’d left Heaven’s Gate as angels, Lucas and I, our wings folded beneath hoodies, our love a radiant fire stoked by Selene and Marcus’s Cupid arrows. Nate and Sarah were with us, their own passion a mirror to ours, all four of us released into the world with a purpose we didn’t fully grasp. The Theatre of Shadows had faded behind us, a shimmering memory, but its power pulsed in our veins, urging us to spread what we’d found—love, lust, an irresistible call that turned our small campus into a crucible of chaos.

It started in the quad. Lucas and I walked hand in hand, his fingers warm against mine, his dark eyes glinting with the same hunger I felt. I wore a loose sweater, hiding my wings, but my skin glowed faintly, my curls catching the sunlight as students milled around us—oblivious, chatting, scrolling phones. “They don’t know what’s coming,” Lucas murmured, his voice low, his thumb brushing my palm in a way that sent heat curling through me. I smiled, leaning into him, my lips grazing his ear. “Let’s show them.”

We didn’t need bows—our power was in our touch, our gaze, a subtle spark that ignited desire. I locked eyes with a guy—Josh, a lanky sophomore with a backpack slung over one shoulder—his girlfriend, Mia, tugging at his arm. My golden gaze flared, a silent arrow, and his breath hitched, his hand slipping from hers to reach for her face. “Mia—I love you,” he rasped, pulling her close, his lips crashing into hers with a hunger that made her gasp, then melt. She moaned, her hands fisting in his shirt, and they stumbled toward the dorms, oblivious to the stares.

Lucas grinned, his own power flaring as he brushed past a girl—Katie, a shy junior with glasses—her friend Tom trailing behind. His touch grazed her shoulder, and she spun, her eyes widening as they locked on Tom’s. “Tom—oh my God, I need you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with sudden, visceral love. He grabbed her, his books dropping as he kissed her—deep, messy—pushing her against a tree, her legs wrapping around him as they surrendered to it. “I love you,” he groaned, and the quad erupted—couples forming, hands roaming, moans rising like a chorus.

Nate and Sarah were at it too, across campus near the library. I saw them through the haze—Nate’s flannel open, Sarah’s leather jacket discarded, their wings hidden but their power unleashed. Nate’s gaze hit a group of frat guys and sorority girls, and within moments, they paired off—shouts turning to whispers, beers forgotten as they kissed, touched, stumbled into shadows. Sarah’s laugh rang out, her hand brushing a passing TA, who spun and grabbed a student aide, their papers scattering as they fell into each other’s arms, declarations of love spilling free.

The campus was a wildfire—love and lust spiraling out of control, classrooms emptying as students paired off, dorms shaking with the sounds of passion. Lucas pulled me behind the science building, his lips on mine, slow and deep, his hands sliding under my sweater to trace my wings. “They’re fucking everywhere,” he growled, his hardness pressing against me, and I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders. “It’s us—our love,” I whispered, kissing him back, our power amplifying the chaos around us. By week’s end, Ashwood’s population boomed—couples inseparable, pregnancies spiking, the town swelling with the aftermath of our touch.

But we weren’t alone. The Theatre of Shadows had released others—thralls, not transformed, but marked by their attractions. From the Phantom Pavilion, Riley, Chloe, and Mia roamed, their vampiric allure drawing lovers into frenzied nights, bites sparking trysts that filled apartments with new life. The Mirror Maze sent Tara, Jake, and Priya, their succubus charm igniting orgies in frat houses, bodies tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, a surge of births following in their wake. The Witch’s Cauldron’s lamia thralls slithered through bars, their venomous kisses leaving couples dazed and fertile, the town’s clinics overwhelmed.

Ashwood transformed—a small college town now a cradle of life, its population exploding as love and lust rewrote its fabric. Lucas and I stood on the dorm roof one night, wings unfurled, watching the chaos we’d sown—couples below us, moaning, loving, creating. “This is what he wanted,” Lucas said, his arm around me, his lips brushing my neck. “Azrael’s plan.” I nodded, my hand resting on my belly, a faint swell already there, our love bearing fruit. “Forever,” I murmured, kissing him, our power a gift and a curse we’d spread without end.