The journey back from the temple was steeped in uneasy silence. The shadows of the ruins stretched long behind them, and though no one spoke of it, they all felt the weight of something watching.Elara kept her gaze ahead, but the sensation of unseen eyes prickled at the back of her neck.They reached the edge of the forest just as dusk bled into the horizon. The sky burned a deep crimson, an ominous reminder that their time was running out.“We need to move fast,” Vesper muttered. “Something doesn’t feel right.”Dain nodded in agreement, his posture tense. “The Watcher has seen us now. We don’t know what that means yet, but I doubt it will sit idle.”Elara remained silent. A cold certainty had settled in her bones. The Watcher hadn’t just seen her—it had chosen her.Kael, who had been eerily quiet, finally spoke. “If we’re dealing with an entity beyond our understanding, then we need answers from someone who does understand.” He glanced at Dain. “You know who I mean.”Dain stiffened.
The journey to the Seer’s dwelling was grueling. The forest had never felt more hostile, its shadows stretching unnaturally, the mist growing heavier with each step. It was as if the very land knew what they were seeking and wanted to stop them.Elara’s skin prickled with an unseen force lingering just beyond her senses. She had spent the entire trek fighting the whispering presence in her mind, but it was growing stronger, more insistent.Kael remained close to her, his protective stance unyielding. He hadn’t spoken much since the incident in the clearing, but his sharp gaze never left her.Finally, they reached a clearing where the mist abruptly stopped, as though afraid to venture further. At its center stood an ancient stone hut, twisted with gnarled roots and covered in glowing glyphs. The air was thick with magic, the weight of time pressing down upon them.Dain stepped forward first, knocking once on the wooden door before pushing it open. “Seer.” His voice was steady, though t
The weight of the Seer’s words pressed against Elara like an iron cage. The choice was hers—but how could she possibly make it?Kael still held her, his grip firm as if anchoring her to this moment, to him. His golden eyes burned with fury and desperation.“No one is dying,” he said, his voice raw. “Not you. Not anyone.”Dain scoffed, arms crossed over his chest. “That’s a nice sentiment, but fate doesn’t give a damn about what we want.” His dark eyes flickered toward Elara. “And if you think I’ll stand by and let you throw yourself into this, think again.”Elara’s heart ached at their reactions, but she had already begun to accept the truth.Magic always demanded a price.She pulled away from Kael’s grasp, stepping toward the Seer. “If a sacrifice must be made, then tell me—” she hesitated, forcing herself to meet the woman’s silver gaze. “Can it be bargained?”The Seer’s expression didn’t shift, but something in the air did—a subtle crackle of energy, a sign that Elara had asked the
The silence in the grand hall was deafening. Not the kind that came with peace, but the kind that settled deep in one’s bones, charged with anticipation, waiting for something—or someone—to shatter it.She stood at the threshold, her pulse a steady drum in her ears. Every instinct screamed at her to turn around, to leave while she still could. But she wasn’t that person anymore. The girl who once hesitated, who let fear dictate her path, had been left behind long ago.“Are you ready for this?” The voice was calm, but the question carried weight, as if even he wasn’t sure she should proceed.The surge of energy from the glowing sigils pulsed through Selene like a heartbeat that wasn’t her own. The symbols etched into the table flared brighter, bathing the chamber in a golden light that sent shadows dancing along the ancient walls. The force of it thrummed in her bones, as if awakening something long dormant within her.Selene gasped, gripping the edge of the table as the visions intens
The darkness that swallowed the chamber was suffocating. Selene’s pulse thundered in her ears, her mind reeling from the vision, the revelation, the undeniable truth.Sebastian Vaughn had always been more than he appeared.The air crackled with energy, the remnants of the sigil’s power lingering like an unseen presence. Her fingers curled into fists at her sides as she forced herself to steady her breathing. But no amount of willpower could erase the image burned into her mind—Sebastian, standing in the past like a ghost of another life, a king without a throne.Damien’s voice cut through the heavy silence. “Selene, we need to leave. Now.”But she couldn’t move.The cloaked figure still stood before her, watching, waiting, as if daring her to ask the one question that clawed at her throat.What am I supposed to do with this knowledge?Before she could speak, the sound of distant footsteps echoed through the chamber, quick and urgent.“Someone’s coming,” Damien muttered, shifting in fr
The storm outside howled like a wounded beast, rattling the windows and shaking the very foundation of the ancient estate. Inside, the air felt just as turbulent—thick with unspoken truths and the weight of an impossible revelation.Selene’s mind was a battlefield of fragmented thoughts. She wasn’t supposed to exist? The idea lodged itself in her chest like a dagger, twisting with every breath.Damien was the first to break the silence, his voice tight with restraint. “Enough riddles, Sebastian. If someone altered fate, who did it? And why?”Sebastian’s gaze was heavy, as if he was calculating just how much truth he should reveal. “That’s what I intend to find out.”Selene inhaled sharply. “If fate was rewritten, wouldn’t whoever did it want to stay hidden?”Sebastian’s eyes flickered with something dark. “Yes. But even the best illusions leave cracks.”Damien’s patience was thinning. “And where do we find these cracks?”Sebastian turned toward the rain-streaked window. “With the ones
The journey to the Black Veil was treacherous. The deeper they rode into the forest, the more the air thickened with an unnatural stillness. No wind stirred the leaves. No animals scurried in the underbrush. It was as if the world itself was holding its breath.Selene sat between Sebastian and Damien, the tension between the two men nearly suffocating. Both had their reasons for being here. Both had secrets they weren’t sharing. But for now, they were united in purpose.As they reached the outskirts of the ruins, the trees twisted unnaturally, their gnarled roots breaking through the earth like skeletal fingers reaching for the sky. A heavy fog curled around them, swallowing the ground beneath their feet.Damien dismounted first, his eyes scanning the area. His hand hovered near his weapon, every muscle in his body taut. “Something’s wrong,” he muttered.Selene followed his gaze. The ruins of what had once been a grand structure stood before them, its pillars broken and worn by time.
A sharp gasp tore from Selene’s throat as she jolted upright. Cold air bit at her skin, the scent of damp earth filling her lungs. She wasn’t where she had been.Her fingers dug into the ground beneath her—it was soft, almost like ash. Slowly, her vision cleared, and what she saw made her stomach twist.A wasteland stretched out before her.The sky was painted in hues of deep crimson, like the dying embers of a fire that refused to go out. Towering, jagged structures loomed in the distance, half-ruined and ancient, whispering of a forgotten era. The air was thick with something unnatural, something charged with a force she didn’t understand.She wasn’t in the mortal world anymore.A sudden sound behind her made her whirl around. Footsteps. Slow. Measured.A man emerged from the shadows.Not Damien. Not Sebastian. But him.The First Alpha.Up close, his presence was even more suffocating, as if the very air bent to his will. His silver eyes glowed beneath the heavy hood, locking onto h
The world screamed as flame devoured the air.Elara stumbled forward, Kael’s hand ripping away from hers as the inferno swallowed the frost-bound path behind them. The shrine collapsed into cinders and ash, sealing their choice with finality. The vision of peace, of quiet love—gone, like a mirage scorched under a merciless sun.She barely had time to process it before the ground shifted beneath her feet.They were no longer in the ruins.They stood at the edge of a battlefield.Above them, the sky churned a deep red, clouds forming strange sigils—magic twisting like serpents in the atmosphere. The old capital loomed in the distance, no longer crumbling, but fortified, alive, and bristling with war. Banners she didn’t recognize fluttered from towers. Symbols of her House merged with marks of ancient fire gods.“What… what is this?” she whispered.Kael turned toward her, his expression unreadable. “This is your reign.”Soldiers in obsidian armor knelt as she passed. Flames crowned her h
The darkness wasn’t empty.It was alive—breathing, whispering, pulsing with a sentience that clawed at Elara’s mind the moment the light vanished. Shadows didn’t just fall around them—they devoured, unraveling the very fabric of the chamber until the three of them stood in a void that didn’t exist moments ago.Dain’s sword pulsed faintly, barely illuminating his sharp features as he stepped closer to Elara, his voice low. “This isn’t the creature. This is older. This is him.”Kael didn’t need an introduction. His hand gripped Elara’s wrist, grounding her. “We broke the seal. That voice—it wasn’t lying. This was buried beneath the seals themselves. Something worse than all of them combined.”Elara nodded, the echo of that last voice still lingering in her skull like a bruise.A slow, guttural sound rolled through the black—neither growl nor whisper but something ancient, a vibration of dread. Then, in the distance, a single light blinked to life. Faint. Crimson. Like the last heartbeat
A hush fell over the hall—one so complete it felt unnatural. The chandeliers above flickered as if sensing the tension brewing in the air. At the center of it all stood Elara, motionless. Her breath trembled, but her eyes were fixed—locked onto the figure walking toward her through the crowd.Dain.But he wasn’t alone.Flanking him were two high-ranking members of the Inner Circle, both cloaked in crimson. Their presence meant only one thing: the Council had acted. And their decision would be irreversible.Kael stood on the opposite side of the room, near the marble staircase, a hand resting casually on the hilt of his blade. His eyes never left Dain. There was a war behind that stillness—an unreadable storm behind his icy expression.Elara could feel the pull between them, not just of fate—but of fire and chaos, of oaths made in shadows and truths left to rot.Dain reached her first. He didn’t speak at first. His eyes swept over her face like he was committing it to memory. And maybe
Elara’s boots hit the cracked stone of the underground passage with purpose. Every step echoed like a war drum, a grim beat driving them deeper beneath the capital.The air was cold and heavy, thick with centuries-old dust and the metallic tang of suppressed magic. Only the flicker of enchanted torches lit their path.Dain walked ahead, blade drawn. Kael followed closely behind Elara, still unarmed by her order, though the tension in his shoulders told her he was ready to fight—just not against them.“According to the scroll,” Kael murmured, “the entrance to the Binding Circle is behind the Vault of Silence. It’s protected by three seals—each bound to a bloodline.”“Let me guess,” Dain muttered. “You’re one of them.”Kael didn’t answer. Instead, he stopped in front of a towering stone door, etched with symbols so old even Elara’s royal schooling couldn’t decipher them.The Vault pulsed, faintly alive.Elara stepped forward. “And the others?”Kael glanced at her, then at Dain. “You. Bo
Kael stood on the ridge above the rebel encampment, wind pulling at his cloak as the soldiers behind him waited for his command. The battalion was restless, nervous even. They’d heard the rumors—of Elara’s army growing, of Dain’s ruthless tactics, and of magic long thought dormant stirring under her name.He should have been preparing for war. But Kael couldn’t stop hearing her voice from two nights ago—sharp, desperate, defiant.“You’re either with us… or in our way.”She didn’t understand. Not yet.A lieutenant approached, bowing low. “Orders, Commander?”Kael didn’t respond right away. Instead, his eyes scanned the terrain—every familiar rise and dip a reminder of the world they used to dream about together. He hadn’t come to destroy her.He’d come to save her.“Send the forward scouts around the southern flank,” Kael said. “But keep our forces here. We’re not attacking.”The lieutenant blinked. “Sir?”“I said we’re not attacking.”“But… the council—”“To hell with the council.” Ka
The underground echoed with whispered plans and distant footsteps. In the heart of the old ruins beneath the capital—abandoned, forgotten, and riddled with decay—voices gathered in secret.“The throne is fractured,” a cloaked figure murmured. “Now is the time.”Candles flickered across weathered stone, casting eerie shadows over their faces. There were no names spoken here—only oaths and shared hatred. And at the center of it all, seated on a crumbling dais where the old kings were once crowned, was a woman cloaked in midnight blue.Elara.But not the version Kael had walked away from days ago.This Elara was sharp-edged, her eyes cold as glass. She had taken Selene’s loss and carved it into armor. The High Council had tried to claim the aftermath as their victory, but Elara had buried their influence with a single whispered rumor:“Selene died because of them.”And the city believed it.“What of Kael and Dain?” one rebel asked.“They gather power in the North,” Elara replied coolly.
Smoke curled through the shattered remnants of the Ruins, carrying the scent of scorched stone and ancient magic burned to its final breath. Selene stood amidst the wreckage, her sword lowered, her chest heaving from exhaustion. Kael and Dain flanked her, each bearing the bruises and bloodied scrapes of battle, but alive—still standing.Elara’s form lay crumpled beneath a collapsed archway, the darkness she once wielded now flickering like dying embers around her body. Her crown—a circlet of shadowed silver—had rolled from her head and lay forgotten at Selene’s feet.“She’s still breathing,” Dain muttered, voice hard as steel but laced with uncertainty.Selene glanced down, her heart a battlefield of emotions. “Let her live,” she said quietly, earning Kael’s sharp gaze. “Killing her now would make us no different.”Kael looked as if he wanted to argue, but stopped. Instead, he stepped back, his eyes drifting toward the fading magical storm above. “Then let her fade with what’s left of
The night was thick with tension. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a cold silver light over the fractured world below. Selene stood on the balcony of the royal palace, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the last remnants of the storm clouded the skyline. She could feel the weight of her decision pressing against her chest, as heavy as the weight of her crown. Every breath she took seemed to reverberate in the hollow air, filling her with the urgency of the moment.Kael had left hours ago, assembling the last of their forces. The kingdom had been thrown into disarray, its streets filled with whispers of an incoming threat they could not fully understand. Elara had grown more powerful, her magic pulsing with a dark intensity that shook the very foundations of their world.“We need to be ready,” she murmured to herself, stepping away from the balcony and into the dimly lit hall. Every corner of the palace felt foreign now, as if the walls themselves held secrets she was just beginn
The monstrous creature let out a bone-chilling roar, shaking the very foundations of the ground beneath them. Its glowing molten eyes locked onto Selene, its massive body rippling with a terrifying power. For a moment, time seemed to freeze, as if the world itself held its breath.Selene’s heart raced, the adrenaline coursing through her veins like fire. Kael’s grip on her arm tightened, pulling her closer. He was ready, poised to fight, but there was a dangerous edge in his eyes—the kind that came from knowing they were outmatched.“Stay close to me,” Kael muttered, his voice low and steady. “We can’t let it separate us.”She nodded, though her breath caught in her throat. They had faced many battles together, but this—this was different. The creature was no mere beast; it was a force of nature, a guardian summoned by dark powers, and it would take everything they had to survive.The creature lunged again, its claws slashing through the air with terrifying speed. Kael darted forward,