Lyra’s POVThe castle loomed ahead, dark and imposing against the evening sky. The weight of what had just transpired with the witches still sat heavy in Lyra’s chest. Every step she took back toward the castle made her more aware of the pull beneath it, the power thrumming just below the surface, waiting.She wasn’t the only one who felt it.Her father walked beside her, his expression unreadable, but she could see the tension in his jaw, the way his shoulders stiffened. The warriors who had accompanied them - who had been possessed, controlled, tainted - walked behind, still shaken by what had happened to them.Lyra stopped at the entrance, inhaling deeply before turning toward them."Go," she ordered, her voice firm but calm. "Rest. Whatever was inside you… it’s gone now, but you should regain your strength."The warriors exchanged uneasy glances before nodding, murmuring their thanks as they moved away. Her father lingered, watching them disappear into the depths of the castle bef
Lyra’s POVThe weight of their conversation lingered long after they left the war room.Lyra’s mind raced as she walked through the dim corridors of the castle, her boots echoing against the stone. The Grand Stone. The prophecy. Her mother’s warning. It was all connected. And yet, the more they uncovered, the more questions remained.She exhaled sharply, forcing herself to focus. There had to be more.The castle was old - older than the kingdom itself. If the Grand Stone had been here for centuries, then there had to be records. Something hidden away.Lyra turned a corner, nearly colliding with Kane.He caught her arm instinctively, eyes flickering with something unreadable before he let go."You’re thinking too hard again," he muttered.Lyra crossed her arms. "We don’t have time to stop thinking."Kane sighed. "Agreed. Which is why I have a plan."She raised a brow. "And that is?"Kane hesitated, glancing down the hall before speaking. "We need to search the lower levels of the castl
The weight of the vision clung to Lyra like a second skin - suffocating, inescapable.She barely remembered how she and Kane made it out of the ruins beneath the castle. Her pulse still pounded from what she had seen - what she had felt.The Grand Stone wasn’t just a relic. It was a prison.And worse - it had cracked.Two fragments had broken from it during the battle - one must have ended up in her bloodline. The other… Drevon’s.But Drevon’s piece of the Stone was gone.She had destroyed it.The memory was still a haze, buried beneath the rush of battle, but the truth was undeniable. She had shattered his fragment - and absorbed its power.Even now, something inside her felt different. Stronger.More than that, though - Drevon had still fought, still wielded his magic. As if the Stone had never been the true source of his power at all.That was the part that disturbed her the most.If his magic didn’t come from the Grand Stone… then where did it come from?Neither she nor Kane spoke
Lyra’s POVThe room felt heavier once Alpha Killian left, the weight of their conversation still lingering in the air.Lyra exhaled slowly, her mind racing.The Grand Stone. The Crown. Drevon’s unnatural power. Her mother’s secret.So many missing pieces. So many dangers lurking just beyond their reach.And yet, despite the storm raging in her thoughts - her body was painfully aware of Kane.He stood across from her, silent, his fingers still resting on the desk where his father’s journal lay. The candlelight cast flickering shadows over his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw, the tension in his shoulders.But it was his eyes that held her still - dark, unreadable, yet burning with something just beneath the surface.Something that had been building between them for far too long.Kane leaned back against the desk, arms crossed. “You’re quiet.”Lyra swallowed, forcing herself to focus. “I’m thinking.”He smirked. “That’s dangerous.”She rolled her eyes, but the teasing note
Lyra POVLyra stirred, the first hints of morning light filtering through the heavy curtains. The warmth against her skin wasn’t just from the sunlight - it was from the solid form beside her, his arm draped over her waist, holding her close.Kane.For a moment, she allowed herself the luxury of stillness. Of breathing him in - the scent of pine and embers clinging to his skin, the slow, steady rhythm of his breath against her shoulder.Last night had been… intense. Not just in the way their bodies had tangled in heat and need, but in the way the world had seemed to fade beyond these walls. For the first time in what felt like forever, she hadn’t been a warrior, a queen, or a daughter carrying the weight of prophecy.She had just been his.And he had been hers.But the moment couldn’t last forever.Lyra shifted, careful not to wake him as she sat up, the sheets pooling at her waist. The stone at her chest pulsed lightly, a reminder of everything they had uncovered.The Grand Stone. Th
Drevon POVDrevon stood at the edge of the ruins, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and something older - something raw. The remnants of stone archways loomed around him, shadows stretching long under the weight of the dying sun. This place had once been a stronghold, a temple, a prison. Now, it was a graveyard of forgotten power.And yet, power still lingered.He ran his fingers over the deep etchings in the stone, the ancient runes humming beneath his touch. The magic here was fractured but not broken. It could be reforged, reshaped. Used.A low hiss slithered through the silence.“They know.”Drevon did not turn immediately. He had felt the presence before it spoke, before it even arrived. It moved like smoke - silent, fluid, insidious.“They were always going to know,” he murmured, his voice calm despite the storm beneath his ribs. He glanced over his shoulder, meeting the piercing silver gaze of Aelindra.She stepped closer, the folds of her dark cloak whispering against
Lyra was drowning.Not in water, but in darkness - vast, endless, pressing in from all sides. It clung to her like thick fog, swallowing every breath, every sound, every thought. The silence was oppressive, stretching infinitely, until the first whisper curled through the void.Soft at first. Then another. And another.The whispers layered upon each other, some frantic, others coaxing, all slipping between her fingers like water whenever she tried to grasp their meaning. A language lost to time, a song of secrets too old to understand.Then came the pulse.A slow, rhythmic thrum beneath her feet, like a heartbeat. But it wasn’t hers. It was something else - something buried deep beneath the earth, trapped, waiting.Lyra turned, though the darkness gave her no bearings. There was no up, no down, no horizon. Just the pulsing presence ahead of her.A pressure built in her chest, cold and unrelenting. It squeezed the air from her lungs, as if invisible hands were reaching through the void
The castle groaned around them like a living thing.Lyra stood frozen in the dim torchlight, her pulse hammering in her ears. The stone beneath her feet pulsed in time with her heartbeat, sending waves of unseen energy spiraling outward. It was wrong - all of it - the way the air had thickened, the way the walls trembled as if something deep within them had stirred.Kane was already moving.His golden eyes flicked toward her, sharp and assessing. “Lyra...”“I know,” she breathed, her fingers curling around the still-glowing stone at her chest.Another tremor rippled through the castle. This time, it wasn’t subtle. The walls shuddered, dust raining from the ancient beams overhead. Down the corridor, doors slammed open, and distant voices rose in confusion. The guards were waking, warriors roused from their slumber by something they couldn’t yet name.But Lyra knew.The Grand Stone.It had called to her in her dreams, in her visions, and now, its power was bleeding into the world.“We
Lyra’s Point of ViewThe northern stronghold was vast, its foundations built into the heart of the mountain itself. Hallways of cold stone stretched endlessly, twisting in intricate patterns as if the fortress had grown like roots over time, each tunnel a passageway to secrets long buried.Lyra followed her father in silence, her boots echoing against the polished floors as they descended deeper into the stronghold. The torches lining the walls flickered, their golden light barely reaching the shadows that seemed to press in from every side.She could feel it.The weight of history. The whispers of those who had come before.They were walking into the old places - the ones that had not been disturbed in centuries.Killian had said little since they left the war room. His expression remained unreadable, but Lyra didn’t miss the tension in his shoulders, the slight furrow in his brow.Finally, he spoke. “The archives were sealed after the war between the First Queen and the Demon God. N
Lyra’s POVThe chamber was silent after her father’s final words, but inside her mind - inside her soul - there was no silence.The First Queen was awake.She could feel her, a whisper in the back of her thoughts, a presence curling around her consciousness like smoke."You are not ready."Lyra stiffened, her nails digging into her palms.She had spent her life believing she was in control of her own destiny. That her choices, her victories, and her losses were her own. But now?Now, she wasn’t just herself anymore.The First Queen’s presence had been lingering since the moment she woke after the battle with the Demon God. At first, it had been subtle - a whisper here, a flicker of something in the corner of her mind. But now, it was like an ember catching fire, waiting to consume.Lyra closed her eyes, exhaling slowly."You are my heir."The words weren’t just memories. They were hers - the Queen’s voice brushing against her thoughts, curling into her mind like it belonged there.No.
Lyra POVThe flickering lamps lining the corridor cast elongated shadows on the stone walls as Lyra followed her father into the war room. The weight of what she had asked settled heavily on her chest, but she did not waver.She needed answers.Kane walked beside her, silent but present, his silver eyes watchful. He had been there when the First Queen had taken over her body - he had spoken to her - and now, he would hear the truth alongside her.Killian dismissed the guards stationed outside the chamber before stepping in, his presence commanding as ever. The heavy wooden doors groaned shut behind them.The room was dimly lit, with a large, circular table in the center, covered in old maps and ancient texts. The scent of parchment and aged leather filled the space, mingling with the faint traces of smoke from the brazier in the corner.Killian remained standing, arms crossed over his chest. "What do you know of the First Queen?" he asked.Lyra inhaled sharply. "Only what the historie
Lyra POVThe weight of her father’s words clung to the air like a storm waiting to break.We prepare.For what?A war against gods who had existed before time itself? A battle against something no mortal could ever hope to understand?Lyra’s fingers curled into fists against her lap, her nails biting into her palms. Every instinct in her screamed that something was wrong, something beyond the devastation left behind by the Demon God.She had survived. But at what cost?The presence inside her had not faded.The First Queen still lurked in the shadows of her soul, coiled like a predator biding its time. Lyra could feel her - not an overwhelming force taking control, not yet, but there. A whisper at the back of her mind, a weight that had settled into her very bones.A force that did not belong to her.Kane’s grip on her hand was steady, grounding. But even he couldn’t quiet the turmoil inside her.Across from her, her father watched, his sharp amber eyes filled with something unreadabl
Lyra POVThe chamber door opened.A presence - strong, unwavering, familiar.Lyra’s gaze lifted, and there he stood. Alpha Killian. Her father.Despite everything - the battle, the wounds, the exhaustion - he was still the mountain of a man. Power clung to him like a second skin, his aura crackling with dominance. His broad shoulders were squared, his sharp golden eyes scanning her with a mixture of relief and something deeper - concern.But there was something else. Something guarded. As if he had already guessed why she had summoned him.Lyra sat up, ignoring the way her muscles ached. Kane remained beside her, ever-watchful, his silver gaze flickering between her and her father.Killian exhaled, stepping closer. "You're awake."Lyra swallowed hard. Barely.She didn't say it.Instead, she met his gaze head-on. "I need answers."A muscle in Killian's jaw twitched. "I had a feeling you might say that."He pulled a chair closer, his heavy boots echoing against the stone floor as he sat
Lyra POVThere was nothing.No light. No sound. No sense of up or down. Only a vast, endless void.Lyra drifted, her body weightless, her mind unanchored.She tried to move, but there was no ground beneath her feet, no air in her lungs. It was like she had been ripped from existence itself.Then - a pulse.Faint at first, like a whisper through the dark.Then again. Louder. Stronger. A rhythm she recognized. Her heartbeat.The void trembled, a ripple coursing through the blackness like a stone cast into still water.And then - a presence. Low. Powerful. Ancient.“You were never meant to wake.”The voice was cold, steady, a whisper of command laced with undeniable authority.The darkness rippled again.And suddenly - Lyra was falling. The impact rattled through her bones, though there was no visible ground beneath her. Gasping, she pushed herself up, her limbs trembling.And that was when she saw her.A golden glow flickered in the distance, illuminating a figure standing still in the
Kane POV The night was too quiet.Kane sat by Lyra’s side, his fingers curled tightly around her wrist, as if his touch alone could anchor her to him.But she didn’t stir.Not once since they had left the ruins of the castle.She had always been a fighter - fierce, untamed, unwilling to yield even in the face of gods. Yet now, she lay motionless, her breathing soft, steady, but… wrong.Not once had her Lycan stirred.Not once had she reached for him through their bond.The firelit chamber in the northern stronghold was warm, but Kane felt cold.Briane hovered over Lyra, her brows furrowed in concentration as she murmured incantations under her breath. Symbols of ancient magic pulsed at her fingertips, flickering across Lyra’s skin before fading like dying embers.Nothing worked.With a frustrated sigh, Briane pulled back, wiping sweat from her brow."I don’t understand," she muttered. "Her body is… stable. No wounds, no curses, no poisons. But something is keeping her from ...""From
The moment the golden light faded, Kane knew something was wrong.The chamber stood still, thick with the lingering echoes of power that had just torn through reality itself. The last remnants of the Demon God’s existence had been obliterated, its monstrous form reduced to nothing but dust and shadow. The battle was over.And yet something was off.. Lyra collapsed.Kane lunged forward, catching her just before she hit the cracked stone floor.Her body was limp in his arms, her hair falling in a tangled mess over her face. He could feel the rapid, shallow rise and fall of her chest, but it was too weak - as if something inside her was slipping further and further away.His heart slammed against his ribs, a soundless snarl tearing through him as he shook her gently."Lyra," he called, his voice steady, but beneath it, there was a razor-sharp edge of fear. "Wake up."Silence.He tried again, gripping her tighter."Lyra!"Nothing.She wasn’t responding.Not through their bond.Not even
The chamber exploded with fury.The castle itself screamed, the magic woven into its very foundation fracturing under the sheer weight of the entity’s rage.Towers above them cracked, the stone splitting apart as if the very bones of the fortress could no longer withstand the force of what had been unleashed. The great warning horns of the city rang out, a desperate call for warriors to take up arms, for the innocent to run, flee, escape before it was too late.But in this chamber, there was no escape.The Demon God’s form twisted, its shadowed body shifting, growing impossibly large, expanding until the darkness swallowed the last remaining torches, leaving only the faint, pulsing glow of the shattered Grand Stone to illuminate the void.It no longer shifted like a specter in the dark.It had taken shape.A monstrous being, its body formed of writhing shadows and endless malice.Its head was crowned with jagged horns, piercing through the air like the twisted roots of a cursed tree.