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The fire crackled weakly as Kael stepped into the dim light, his presence turning the cold even sharper. He was exactly as Lillian remembered him—tall, elegant, his onyx-black hair falling loosely around his angular face. But his eyes… they were different. No longer the deep, stormy blue she had once trusted. Now, they were nothing but void.Aedric moved in front of her instinctively, his golden eyes blazing. “Stay back.”Kael tilted his head slightly, his lips curving into something that might have once been a smile. “Aedric. Ever the loyal guard dog.” His voice was smooth, laced with mockery. “I expected you to be dead by now.”Aedric tightened his grip on his sword, but Lillian placed a hand on his arm. She stepped forward, holding Kael’s gaze.“You should be dead too.”Kael exhaled a soft chuckle. “And yet, here I stand.” He took another step toward her, his long cloak dragging over the snow. “You remembered me, didn’t you?” Lillian’s jaw clenched. “I remembered everything.” Ka
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Lillian crashed back into reality with a gasp, her body slamming onto the snow-covered ground. The cold burned against her skin, shocking her senses as she sucked in a ragged breath. The camp was in chaos. Nightwalkers lunged through the storm, their hollow eyes glowing with dark hunger. Warriors fought in tight formations, blades flashing in the moonlight, their breath visible in the freezing air. Aedric was the first to reach her. His golden eyes widened as he dropped to one knee, gripping her shoulders. “Lillian! What happened?” She tried to steady herself, her pulse erratic. Her mind was still tangled in the echoes of Kael’s words, his presence lingering like a ghost. “He—he pulled me into a void,” she managed, her voice hoarse. “I saw him. Spoke to him.” Aedric’s expression darkened. “And?” Lillian hesitated, Kael’s final words twisting inside her. "You think I destroyed our people. But what if I saved them from something far worse?" The weight of doubt settled
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The spectral warriors stood in eerie silence, their hollow eyes fixed on Lillian. The air was thick with their presence, pressing against her skin like a memory half-remembered. Aedric shifted beside her, his sword glowing faintly in the silver light spilling through the cracks in the sky. “Lillian,” he murmured, “they’re not attacking.” Not yet. Lillian’s pulse pounded. These weren’t mere spirits—they were something more. Trapped between realms, caught in the moment of their death, waiting. For what? Or who? Fenros let out a low, warning growl. "They are not whole. Their souls were never allowed to rest." Lillian swallowed hard. “They were Moonborn,” she whispered. “Our ancestors.” Aedric’s grip tightened on his sword. “Then why are they here now?” Before she could answer, one of the spirits stepped forward. Unlike the others, its features were clearer—almost recognizable. The silver glow in its eyes flickered like dying embers. And when it spoke, its voice was a thousand
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The air in the chamber was thick with power, humming against Lillian’s skin as she stepped toward the altar. Each footstep felt heavier, as if the past itself was weighing her down, pulling her into its embrace. The moonstone crown shimmered under the fractured light. Untouched. Unclaimed. Yet pulsing with an eerie, ancient energy. Aedric was tense beside her, his golden eyes locked on the artifact. “Are we sure this is a good idea?” Lillian exhaled slowly. “No.” But she reached out anyway. Her fingers brushed the cool metal— And the world broke apart. The Queen’s Last Stand Darkness swallowed her whole. When her vision cleared, she was no longer in the Ruined Keep. She stood in a great hall, the scent of burning incense thick in the air. Torches lined the walls, casting long shadows over the stone floor. The ceiling stretched high, carved with symbols she could not read—but somehow, understood. And before her, seated on a grand throne, was a woman. Her face
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The figure stepped forward, its form shifting between solid and shadow, an echo of something that should not exist. The weight of its presence pressed against Lillian’s chest, making it hard to breathe. "You feel it, don’t you?" the entity murmured, tilting its head. "The part of you that remembers. The part of you that belongs to me."Lillian’s fingers curled into fists. “You’re lying.”The figure’s silver eyes gleamed, too much like her own. "Am I?"Aedric shifted beside her, his sword still raised, his muscles coiled for a fight. “Who are you?” he demanded again. The entity let out a low, almost amused chuckle. "I am the piece that was severed. The truth that was buried. The part of the last queen that refused to die."* The words sent a chill through Lillian’s bones.The queen… her past self… had tried to stop the destruction of their people. She had fought against Kael, against whatever ancient force had been pulling the strings.But in doing so, she had lost something.Somet
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The ruins felt different now. Heavier. The air was thick with power, as if something ancient still lingered, watching.Lillian’s legs were unsteady as she pushed herself upright. The shadows that had tried to consume her were gone—but their presence still pulsed beneath her skin, a reminder of how close she had come to losing herself. Aedric was at her side instantly. “Are you alright?” She wasn’t sure how to answer. Something inside her had changed. She could feel it. A fracture in her soul. A tether to something dark, something old. She swallowed. “I saw it. The part of me that was lost.” Fenros’ ears flattened. "And?" Lillian exhaled slowly, trying to steady her racing thoughts. “It’s trying to take me back. To finish what was started centuries ago.” Aedric’s expression darkened. “Then we can’t let it.” Lillian nodded, but deep inside, a terrifying thought crept in. What if it was already too late? The Path to Truth The spectral warriors still stood around t
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The ruins trembled as the fissure widened, spilling more silver light into the air. The hum of ancient power vibrated through Lillian’s bones, an eerie rhythm that pulsed in sync with her heartbeat.The entity was waiting. It had always been waiting. Aedric reached for her, his fingers brushing her wrist. “You don’t have to do this.” Lillian turned to him, meeting his gaze. “Yes, I do.” There was no other path. No running. No hiding. This was the truth buried beneath her past. The war she had left unfinished. Aedric exhaled sharply, frustration flickering across his face. But he didn’t stop her when she stepped toward the fissure. The silver glow reflected in her eyes as she stared into the abyss. She had expected darkness. Instead, she saw herself. Not her reflection—something older. A woman with the same silver eyes, the same features, standing within the swirling light. The last Moonborn queen. The part of her that had been left behind. "You finally understand, don’t y
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The ruins groaned as the power settled inside Lillian, the air thick with the weight of something ancient and unrelenting. She could feel the darkness curling inside her, pressing against the edges of her control. It wasn’t fighting her. It was waiting. Testing her. Aedric was watching her carefully, his golden eyes flickering with a wariness she had never seen before. “You said you know where we need to go,” he said, voice measured. “Where?” Lillian turned toward the crumbling archway ahead, her steps steady despite the storm raging inside her. “The Moonborn Throne.” Fenros let out a low growl, his hackles raised. "You cannot mean to go there. The last time you sat upon that throne, you—" He stopped himself. Lillian clenched her jaw. “I died.” The word settled between them like a curse. Aedric exhaled sharply. “And you think returning there will fix this?” “I don’t think it will,” she admitted. “But I know that’s where the darkness is leading me.”She placed a hand over he
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The fires in the palace had been extinguished, the bloodstained halls now eerily silent. The bodies of the Black Fang assassins had been cleared, but the stench of death lingered. The battle was won, yet a heavy tension still clung to the air.Aedric stood on the balcony overlooking the courtyard, his arms crossed, his jaw clenched. The moon hung high above him, a silent witness to the slaughter. He should have felt victorious. Instead, all he felt was rage.“They dared to touch my home,” he murmured, his voice low, lethal.Behind him, Lillian stepped closer. She had bathed and changed, the golden embroidery of her gown shimmering in the torchlight. But beneath the regal elegance, she was still a warrior. A woman who had fought for her place beside him.“They were trying to send a message,” she said.Aedric turned to her, his silver eyes dark with fury. “Then I will answer it.”Lillian placed a hand on his chest, grounding him. “We need to be careful. This wasn’t just an assassination
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Lillian did not hesitate.She sprinted down the palace corridors, her heart hammering, her breath steady. The Black Fang had infiltrated the castle, but they had made a grave mistake—they thought she was defenseless.A group of assassins turned the corner ahead, their cloaks dark as the night, their blades gleaming. They didn’t speak. They attacked.Lillian moved like fire.She ducked the first swing, her instincts sharp, her body knowing what to do before she even thought. She grabbed the wrist of the second attacker, twisting it sharply—a sickening crack echoed through the hall as the blade fell from his grasp.With her other hand, she summoned her magic.A pulse of golden energy shot from her fingertips, sending two assassins slamming into the wall. They collapsed, unmoving.More came.Lillian reached for the dagger strapped to her thigh. Aedric’s dagger.And she fought.Every lesson Cassian had drilled into her, every strategy Aedric had forced her to learn—it all came rushing bac
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The night air was cold as Aedric led his warriors into the forbidden lands. The Shadowlands stretched before them—a vast, cursed wilderness, where few dared to tread. The trees were twisted, their branches reaching like skeletal hands. The air itself felt wrong, thick with something unseen. Cassian rode beside Aedric, his golden eyes sharp. “If the Black Fang has truly rebuilt their fortress, they’ve had years to prepare.” Aedric’s grip on the reins tightened. “Then we burn them out.” His wolf snarled inside him, restless. Valcairn had been a distraction—but the true enemy had been lurking in the shadows all along. The Black Fang.They were more than just traitors. They were the remnants of an ancient order, sworn to destroy the Lycan throne. And now, they had Valcairn.Elaria’s horse trotted up beside them. “There’s a blood spell guarding the entrance to the fortress,” she warned. “If we don’t break it first, they’ll know we’re coming. Aedric grinned, sharp and cruel. “Let th
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The air inside the throne room was suffocating. Tension coiled tight, like a bowstring ready to snap. The nobles who had been summoned the night before now stood before the throne again, uneasy and wary. They had heard of Valcairn’s disappearance. They knew what this meant. Aedric sat upon the throne, his expression carved from cold, unyielding stone. Cassian stood at his right, hands clasped behind his back, eyes gleaming with predatory sharpness. Lillian stood at Aedric’s left, her own gaze sweeping the gathered lords and ladies, watching for even the smallest sign of weakness. Someone here was guilty. Someone had helped Valcairn. Someone had known. Aedric let the silence stretch before he finally spoke. “Last night, Valcairn was taken from my dungeons.” The words sent a ripple through the gathered nobles. Some flinched. Others stayed too still. Aedric leaned forward, his voice low and sharp. “Which means one of you made it happen.” Silence. Then Lord Athren cleared his t
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The Great Hall was in chaos. Nobles whispered frantically, guards tightened their grips on their weapons, and the scent of fear was thick in the air. Lillian’s heart pounded as Valcairn was dragged from the hall, his twisted smile still burned into her mind. His last words echoed like a prophecy. "Do you really think I was the only one?" Cassian stayed close to her side, his golden eyes scanning the nobles. He was looking for anyone too tense, too still, too afraid. Because fear revealed guilt, and right now, someone else in this room was hiding a secret. Aedric finally spoke, his voice cold and commanding. “This gathering is over.” The nobles did not argue. They moved quickly, eager to escape the weight of suspicion that hung over them. The guards escorted them out, but Aedric’s warriors watched every movement, memorizing every face. Lillian turned to Elaria. “What magic was that? That… pulse?” Elaria’s expression was unreadable. “Dark magic. Blood magic.” She exhaled. “Valc
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The weight of Aedric’s words settled over the room like a storm cloud. The Royal Court. Lillian clenched her hands at her sides. The nobles had always been treacherous, but the idea that one of them had a hand in breaking the seal—that they had knowingly put the kingdom at risk—was a different kind of treason. Cassian’s golden eyes gleamed with fury. “We need names.” Aedric turned to Elaria. “You said the seal was tampered with before Selene’s death. Did she have accomplices?” Elaria folded her arms, deep in thought. “If she did, they were careful. But there were always whispers of alliances in the shadows. Nobles who resented the Lycan rule. Those who wished to restore the old ways.” Lillian’s throat tightened. “The old ways?” Aedric’s voice was grim. “The age of the Blood Courts.” Silence. Cassian cursed. “You’re saying there are nobles who want to bring back the monsters who once ruled these lands?” Elaria’s face was unreadable. “Not just any nobles. Descendants of the o
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The temple shook, dust and debris crumbling from the ceiling as the crack in the altar widened. A deep, guttural growl echoed from within, something ancient and hungry stirring in the darkness. Lillian’s pulse thundered. Cassian yanked her backward, his sword drawn in a flash of silver. “We need to move. Now.” Elaria stood frozen, her silver eyes locked on the crack. “This shouldn’t be happening. The seal—” A howling scream erupted from the altar. Not a sound of pain—a call. The torches lining the chamber snuffed out at once. For a single breath, there was only darkness. Then, they came. Shadowed figures slithered from the fissure, their forms shifting like living smoke. Their eyes burned red, their bodies twisting unnaturally as they crawled toward them. Lillian’s breath caught. They weren’t just monsters. They were specters of the damned. Cassian shoved her behind him as one lunged forward, its clawed hand swiping through the air—passing right through his blade as if it
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The journey to the Temple of the Moon was swift but tense. Cassian rode beside Lillian, his sharp eyes scanning the darkened treetops, while six heavily armed Lycans flanked them.The deeper they traveled into the sacred lands, the more uneasy Lillian felt.The temple was ancient—older than the Lycan kingdom itself—and built upon the ruins of something even more mysterious. The air hummed with old magic, the kind that made her skin prickle. As they approached, the towering stone entrance loomed before them. Two priestesses in silver robes waited at the gate, their faces shadowed beneath their hoods. Lillian dismounted and stepped forward. “I need to see the High Priestess.” One of the robed figures lifted her head. Bright silver eyes met hers. “She’s been expecting you.” Inside the TempleThe halls of the temple were lined with flickering torches, their flames unnaturally still. The scent of burning incense filled the air, mingling with something darker—old blood. Lillian and C
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Lillian stood over Selene’s lifeless body, her breath steady, her grip on the dagger unyielding. The forest was eerily silent now, the echoes of battle fading into the cold night air. Aedric reached for her, his warm fingers brushing against her wrist. “It’s done,” he murmured, his golden eyes watching her carefully. But Lillian wasn’t so sure. Selene’s last words still rang in her ears. "You think this is over? You have no idea what’s coming." A chill that had nothing to do with the night air crept down her spine. Cassian approached, wiping his blade clean. “We should burn the body,” he said. “Make sure there’s nothing left.” Lillian nodded absently, but her mind was elsewhere. Selene had always been a strategist. A woman who never moved unless the board was set in her favor. If she had been so willing to die here tonight… What had she set in motion before her end? Aedric seemed to sense her unease. He turned to Cassian. “Do it. Then return to the castle. We need to reinfo
