Infinity Reaper by Adam Silvera (new books to read .TXT) 📕

his posts were dedicated to lives saved and lost. That could be a cool way to honor him.

“Let’s see. . . .” There’s one question that’s been popping up the most and it’s time to get it out of the way. “Okay, okay, okay! Am I a Spell Walker? The answer is . . . NOPE.” I’m tempted to reveal how badly the group’s ranks are fracturing, but I’m bigger than that. “I’m part of a more important unit—the Infinity Kings. Back when you all thought of Emil as Fire-Wing, I joked that he was the Infinity Son since he’s got these amazing powers from a firebird of infinity.”

Once again, my little twist saves the day. I don’t have to reveal why I really gave him that name.

“I’m cool with you all using my name too,” Emil says.

“And I’ll always be Brighton, especially for all of you epic Brightsiders. But once I got my powers I thought it’d be cool to add an edge to my identity too. I came up with the Infinity Savior. What do you all think?”

Engagement is key when growing your following. I might be the influencer but it’s important to let my followers think they have influence over me too. The Brightsiders are really taking to the name. One commenter suggests Infinity Brother and I wish I could block this person who would reduce me as if I’m still shadowing Emil on his missions and not my own individual person. Thankfully their comment gets buried by all the love and that’s when I notice we’ve crossed 1.3 million viewers.

“I’m so happy the name is a hit,” I say with a hand to my heart. “I’ll admit, being a specter with a bull’s-eye on my back is really terrifying. But I’ve got a great support system.” I glance over at Prudencia, wishing I could mention her. “I’ve always been able to turn to Emil and I’m lucky enough to have all of you out there cheering me on too.” I really want to stay and chat all night, but if I answer all these questions now, then my followers, old and new, won’t have any reason to keep hanging around. “Emil and I need to get some rest after an eventful day. I promise to do another chat soon.”

I elbow Emil’s side, waiting for him to initiate our send-off.

“Oh—uh. Before we were the Infinity Kings, we were the Reys of Light,” Emil says.

“And now we’re shining brighter than ever,” I say and salute.

I end the livestream before I’ve lost my cool. To think last night I was dying and now I’m living my best life. I apologize to Emil over the shirt thing and get a fist bump and whistle out of him. My high only gets higher when Prudencia tells us that we did a great job and kisses me softly on the lips. I’m the luckiest human alive.

I spend the rest of the night in bed, scrolling through social media with Prudencia asleep on my chest. There’s already amazing fan art of me fighting every known Blood Caster with my flames and those criminal specters are so screwed when this becomes a reality. I got some haters too who don’t think I’m being real about everything. I go on their profiles and decide I’m not going to take abuse from jealous people with five hundred followers who want what I have, who wish they were me.

It’s a hard pill to swallow that even superhumans need sleep, but I don’t go willingly. I spend every last waking moment soaking up all the Infinity Savior love.

This is only the beginning.

Twenty-SevenBright Star

MARIBELLE

The smell of fresh rosemary wakes me up, and the Halo Knight is standing over me. I instinctively want to punch her, but my grogginess works in her favor—we don’t have to fight because we share the same enemy.

Without her mask it’s easy to see in her eyes that she isn’t eager to take me on either. Her leather jacket with the feathered sleeves is hanging off the back of an armchair, leaving her in a black tank top, which also means she can’t surprise me with any more daggers. She removed my power-proof vest and it’s nowhere in sight. She has a home field advantage wherever this is, and my psychic sense isn’t ringing around her.

The Halo Knight takes a seat in the armchair and rests the rosemary on a side table. “Did you enjoy your sleep?”

I’m regaining control of my muscles as I sit up from the plush couch. We’re in some minimalistic loft with high concrete ceilings and light bulbs strung around the round windows. The Cloaked Phantom isn’t outside. “How long was I unconscious?”

“Thirty-one hours.”

“What?!”

“The tranquilizer is intended for phoenixes the size of Roxana. You’re lucky you’re alive,” she says as she crosses her legs.

“Then you owe me an apology for almost killing me.”

Her amber eyes narrow. “Shouldn’t be a concern of yours given your stolen phoenix powers.”

She knows nothing about me.

“I was born with the powers, but they’re new to me.”

The Halo Knight scoffs. “Interesting. I didn’t realize you were a phoenix doing one hell of an impression of a specter.” She begins clapping and it’s infuriatingly sarcastic. “Brava.”

“I don’t know whether or not I can resurrect. But it’s possible since my biological father could. Bautista de León.”

There are a million questions resting on her lips. The one she asks catches me off guard: “Who are you?”

The truth is, I don’t know anymore.

I’m the daughter to four powerful parents, all dead. I’m a terrorist to some and a hero to others, even though I’m no longer a Spell Walker. I’m not Atlas’s girlfriend anymore because Atlas isn’t alive. I don’t have any idea who I’ll be if I even survive this fight.

“I’m someone born into chaos,” I answer.

“So, Maribelle de León, you’re a princess as far as specter royalty goes.”

“Lucero,” I correct. I feel strongly enough about that name. “Same question. Who are you?”

She hesitates, well aware that she has control over me as long