Chapter: CHAPTER 181TYLER Epilogue: Fourteen Years LaterThe house was finally quiet for exactly six minutes. Six. I counted them like a man counting heartbeats in a war zone.Mason had just come back from his jog, his hair still damp from the morning rain, white shirt clinging to his chest in a way that should be illegal for a man pushing fifty. He kicked the door shut with his heel, dropped his keys on the counter, and the second his eyes found mine across the kitchen, we both knew.No words. We didn’t need them anymore.I was already moving. He met me halfway, hands fisting in my hair, mouth crashing into mine like he’d been starving for it all day. Maybe he had. We both had. Four kids will do that to you: turn every stolen second into something feral.“Lock the door,” I breathed against his lips.“Already did,” he growled, backing me toward the laundry room. The second the door clicked shut behind us, he had me pinned against the dryer, his thigh shoving between mine, grinding slow and filth
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Chapter: CHAPTER 180TYLERThe violin started before I was ready.My fingers shook around the bouquet, not because I was scared, but because this moment—the moment—felt impossibly real in a way my brain wasn’t fully prepared to handle.“Anak,” my father whispered beside me.Antonio Reyes.Still stern. Still sharp.But not cruel anymore.He offered his arm, stiff but present.“You ready?” he asked.I swallowed. “Yeah.”“Good,” he said, voice cracking just slightly. “Let’s… walk.”The doors opened.And I stepped into forever.Everyone stood.Rows and rows of people—family, friends, titas wiping tears, the twins throwing flower petals their parents definitely did NOT authorize. Vesper was crying so hard Mateo had to fan her.Gabriel winked at me.Andres mouthed, “You look beautiful.”My mother clasped her hands like I’d just been crowned king.And at the very end of the aisle—Mason.My Mason.Standing in a perfectly tailored suit, eyes wide, hand covering his mouth like he physically couldn’t handle seeing
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Chapter: CHAPTER 179CHAPTER 179TYLER Landing back in America felt like stepping into a spotlight I didn’t remember turning on.Everyone knew about the engagement now—both families, our friends, strangers on the internet, probably even my old teachers who always said I’d “amount to nothing but trouble.”Mason held my hand the entire drive to the Grant mansion. I pretended I wasn’t nervous. I failed.“You’ll be fine,” he murmured, squeezing my fingers. “They love you.”“I know,” I sighed. “But your family plus my titas? That’s not ‘love.’ That’s a battlefield.”He laughed like he didn’t understand the gravity of Filipino aunties armed with gossip and unsolicited advice.We stepped inside—And I was swallowed alive.“TYLER!”Four titas flew at me like a pack of migrating birds.“Ang gwapo mo, anak! (You’re so handsome, child!)”“Tumaba ka ba? (Did you gain weight?)”“Hindi, pumayat siya! (No, he got thinner!)”“Kumakain ka ba nang tama? (Are you eating properly?)”“Huy, let him breathe!”“M-Ma—?!” I squea
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Chapter: CHAPTER 178CHAPTER 178MASONI woke up to an empty bed and the smell of coffee and bacon drifting through the apartment. Sunlight poured through the curtains, Tyler’s ring glinting on the nightstand where he’d left it so it wouldn’t get flour on it (he’s dramatic like that).I stretched, groaned at the delicious ache in my muscles, and pulled on nothing but sweatpants. My fiancé was cooking. I was going to go kiss the hell out of him.I padded barefoot down the hall, rubbing sleep from my eyes, and then I stopped dead in the kitchen doorway.Tyler was at the stove. Wearing nothing but the tiny red “Kiss the Cook” apron we bought as a joke in Boracay. Nothing underneath. The strings tied in a bow at the small of his back, the fabric barely covering his chest, and his perfect, red, freshly-spanked ass completely on display.He was humming, swaying his hips to whatever song was in his head, flipping pancakes like he wasn’t serving the hottest view I’d ever seen at 8 a.m.I leaned agains
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Chapter: CHAPTER 177CHAPTER 177MASONI had never sweated this much in my entire life—not during finals, not during my first international debut, not even the night Tyler almost died in that damn cabin.But this?This was a different kind of pressure.The kind that made my heart slam against my ribs like it was trying to escape.The ring box in my pocket felt like it weighed ten kilograms, and every time I touched it to reassure myself it was still there, it felt hotter, heavier, as if it knew exactly what I was about to do.I had rented out the whole restaurant—lights dim, soft jazz playing in the background, candles on every table, flowers arranged exactly the way Tyler liked them. It was stupidly romantic, and I could only pray he wouldn’t realize what I was planning.He didn’t.He walked in smiling, soft lip gloss catching the light, his shirt elegant and cream and clinging to his collarbone in ways that made me want to cancel everything and carry him straight home.But no.Focus.Speech first. Ring
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Chapter: CHAPTER 176CHAPTER 176TYLER 3 years Later“ZACHARY! Don’t fight with him—oh my God, put the hockey stick DOWN!”The two boys froze mid-swing.Zach blinked at me like I was speaking another language. “Coach, he called me a wannabe Mason Grant.”I pinched the bridge of my nose. “And so you try to concuss him? On school property? During practice?”The other kid mumbled, “He is a wannabe Mason Grant.”“OH MY—” I dragged a hand down my face. “Everyone sit down. Everyone. Right now. Ten pushups. Each.”The groans echoed across the indoor rink, painful but expected.I started pacing like a stressed single mother.It had been three years since everything—Noah, the company, the drama, the chaos—and yet these kids still managed to give me aneurysms every Tuesday and Thursday.I kind of loved them for it.“Coach Tyler?” a tiny voice called from the far end.“What?” I snapped, turning.The entire rink squealed.Because Mason Grant—the Mason Grant—my boyfriend of almost a decade at this point, the national
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Claimed By The Mafia Boss
Luca Moretti is a name whispered in fear. The ruthless Italian mafia boss has spent years building his empire, crushing enemies without mercy. But his greatest rival, the powerful businessman Damian Laurent, has always remained untouchable—until now.
When Luca discovers that Damian has a son, Adrien Laurent, he sees the perfect opportunity for revenge. Adrien, delicate yet defiant, has spent his life in the shadow of his father’s fortune, oblivious to the blood-soaked rivalries that shaped his world. That is, until Luca kidnaps him, dragging him into the dark underbelly of the mafia.
But what starts as a move in a deadly game turns into something far more dangerous. Adrien is not the helpless pawn Luca expected—he fights, he resists, and worst of all, he tempts. The fire in Adrien’s eyes ignites something in Luca, something possessive, something obsessive.
As tensions rise and secrets unravel, Luca must face the one thing he never anticipated: the possibility that his greatest enemy’s son might just be the only thing he can’t let go of.
He took him as leverage. Now, he’ll never let him go.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 110CHAPTER 110LUCA“Boss, you need to see this.”Matteo’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked up from the documents scattered across my desk, my patience already razor-thin.“What now?” I muttered.He tossed a tablet in front of me. A grainy security feed filled the screen—black SUVs parked two blocks down. Men getting out. Russian tattoos. Heavy gear.“They’re here,” Matteo said. “Three cars. About twelve men. They’re spreading out.”My lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Already?”“They didn’t waste time,” Damon added, stepping in. “It’s a hit, Luca. This isn’t some warning.”I stood slowly, sliding my gun into the holster at my back. “Good.”Matteo grabbed my arm. “Good? What the hell is wrong with you? You pissed them off yesterday—”“Exactly,” I cut him off. “And now they’re knocking. Let’s give them a proper welcome.”Damon exchanged a glance with Matteo
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Chapter: CHAPTER 109CHAPTER 109LUCAThe knock came just as I was pouring myself a drink.Three sharp raps. Urgent. Too urgent for this hour.“Boss,” Matteo’s voice filtered through the door, low and strained. “You need to come down.”I set the glass down, the ice clinking like a countdown. “What is it?”His silence was enough to twist something in my gut. I swung the door open, and Matteo stood there, jaw locked, eyes hard.“It’s Alexis,” he said.I didn’t flinch. Not outwardly. But my chest tightened just a fraction. “Didn’t I just see her dragged out of my house two days ago?”He didn’t answer. He just turned and walked.I followed.The sight in the foyer made me stop dead.She was slumped against Damon’s chest, barely conscious. Blood on her blouse. Her face—swollen, pale, lips split. Her eyes fluttered weakly as she struggled to focus on me.“Jesus Christ,” Damon muttered under his breath as he tr
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Chapter: CHAPTER 108CHAPTER 108LUCA “She’s here,” Matteo said grimly, leaning against my office doorway.“Who?” I didn’t look up from the glass of whiskey in my hand. I already had a headache.“Alexis.”My fingers stilled mid-air. Slowly, I lifted my gaze. “What did you just say?”“She showed up at the gate. Says she wants to talk to you.” Matteo’s face was unreadable. “She looks… bad, Luca. Like she hasn’t slept in weeks.”I downed the rest of the whiskey in one slow burn. “Bring her in.”She entered like a ghost. Pale. Shaking. Her once-perfect hair hung in limp strands around her face. Her dress was wrinkled, smeared with dirt on the hem. She clutched her bag against her chest like it could shield her.For a moment, she just stood there, frozen by the door. Then her eyes met mine.“Luca.” Her voice cracked.“Alexis.” I leaned back in my chair, cold, detached. “You’ve got some nerve coming here.”
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Chapter: CHAPTER 107CHAPTER 107ADRIEN “Throw it away.”My voice was flat, sharp enough to slice through the soft chatter of the lobby.My secretary froze, bouquet in hand. White lilies again. Tied with a plain black ribbon. No name. No note. Just… lilies.“I—uh—Sir, it was already delivered to your office. Do you want me to—”“I’ll take it,” I interrupted, stepping forward and grabbing the flowers before she could stammer another useless word.The stems were wet, cold against my palm. The scent hit me, heavy and nostalgic. For a second—just one stupid second—I almost remembered my mother humming in the kitchen.Then I shoved the thought down and kept walking.The lilies had been arriving every morning for weeks. Always the same bouquet. Always unmarked. At first, I told myself it was some business admirer. Maybe a partnership ploy. Then I told myself it didn’t matter.Now, I just didn’t want to admit the truth.Because deep down, I knew.“Sir,” Clara—my secretary—jogged beside me, tablet in hand. “You
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Chapter: CHAPTER 106CHAPTER 106LUCA“He blocked me. Again.”My voice cracked against the silence of my office. The bouquet of white lilies in my hand suddenly felt stupid. Pathetic. Like me.Matteo didn’t even look up from the whiskey he was pouring. “Then maybe, Luca, you should take the goddamn hint.”“I’m not giving up on him,” I snapped, slamming the flowers on the desk. The vase cracked. Water spilled across my papers.He laughed—bitter, tired. “You already did. The moment you lied. The moment you broke him.”My jaw clenched. “It wasn’t—”“It was,” he cut me off, finally looking at me. “Stop rewriting the story to make yourself feel better.”I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair. Adrien wasn’t picking calls. Every number I tried—blocked. Every attempt to see him—his security shut me down. I even drove past his company like a stalker. All I saw was his cold face in those tinted car windows. He didn’t even glance my way.I pulled out the new plan from the drawer. “I’ll send flowers. Anony
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Chapter: CHAPTER 105CHAPTER 105TYLER My chest wouldn’t calm down.Even hours after leaving the club, after walking away from him, my heart was still beating like I’d run through fire.Luca.His face was exactly the same. His voice too. But the way he’d looked at me, like he still owned me, like I was supposed to just fall back into his arms and forget everything—that was the part that almost broke me.Almost.But I was past crying. Tears didn’t come anymore. They’d dried up months ago, burned out of me in locked rooms and sleepless nights.So instead of collapsing, I went straight to the training floor.The gun felt heavy in my hands, the metal pressing into my skin. I slammed magazine after magazine into the rifle, firing into the targets until my shoulders ached, until the air smelled of smoke and metal, until my arms shook from recoil.“Again,” I muttered under my breath, sliding another round in. My voice was hoarse, rough, like I’d swallowed glass.The target’s head exploded into paper scraps. Goo
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Chapter: CHAPTER 66EZRAI stepped out of the confessional like my lungs were on fire. My collar felt too tight. My heartbeat was still trying to slow down, but it wasn’t obeying me.God, I shouldn’t have come this early.I fixed my shirt, ran a hand through my hair, and tried to pretend I didn’t look like I’d just—well—committed another sin in the holiest place possible.I barely made it out of the booth before I almost collided with Genevieve.“Ezra.” Her voice was crisp and sharp, the kind that could freeze a demon mid-flight.“ Genevieve,” I blurted, stepping back so fast I almost tripped over a pew. “Good morning.”Her eyes narrowed immediately, like she’d just found something suspicious and shiny. “You’re here rather early.”I forced a smile that felt more like a grimace. “Uh… yes, ma’am. I just—uh—came for confession.”She tilted her head, the way a hawk tilts before it dives for a rabbit. “Confession?”“Y-yes.” My voice cracked. “I… I haven’t, um, fasted for days, so I felt… guilty.”I hated how
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Chapter: CHAPTER 65CHAPTER 65DORIANI tried calling Ezra three times.No answer.He had replied to my message earlier — short, distant, polite. “Yeah. Just got in. Tired.”Tired. That was all he’d said. Nothing else. No teasing. No warmth.Now I was pacing my study like a restless animal. The rain outside had stopped hours ago, but the air still smelled like thunder. My jaw ached from clenching.He wasn’t ignoring me, was he?No… he wouldn’t.Unless Genevieve—A sharp ring sliced through my thoughts. I glanced at the phone on the table, the screen flashing a name I hadn’t seen in months.Adrian Cross.I stared at it for a full five seconds before I picked up. “Adrian.”“Father Dorian,” came that low, velvety drawl that always sounded like mockery. “Or should I say… ex-lawyer Dorian Vale?”My grip tightened around the phone. “What do you want?”A soft chuckle. “Straight to business, as usual. You never change.”“Adrian,” I warned. “I asked what you want.”He sighed dramatically. “Relax. I just wanted to
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Chapter: CHAPTER 64CHAPTER 64EZRAThe ride home was wild. Everyone was still running on leftover adrenaline from the win — singing off-key, cracking jokes, replaying videos from the performance. Dorian even smiled a few times, which was rare enough to make Lily whisper, “Did you see that? He smiled. Write it down. It’s a miracle.”By the time we got back to town, it was almost sunset. The moment the bus parked in front of the church, chaos broke loose. People were dragging bags, hugging each other, shouting “See you tomorrow!” like we hadn’t all just spent a week breathing the same air.I mumbled a quick “Bye,” to Lily and Jordan, clutching my backpack like a zombie. I hadn’t slept properly in days. My bones were humming with exhaustion.The moment I got home, I dropped my bag by the door, kicked off my shoes, and face-planted into bed.Sleep hit hard.I didn’t know how long I was out before the sound of my door opening made me groan. “If that’s Lily, I swear—”“Ezra.”My eyes snapped open. Not Lily.G
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Chapter: CHAPTER 63CHAPTER 63EZRAMy hands were shaking. I didn’t even know why. We’d already sung. We’d done our part.But standing there, waiting for results with forty voices breathing the same nervous air, it felt like every heartbeat could break me.The stage lights were blinding again. Ten choirs lined up side by side, matching uniforms, anxious smiles, and too many whispered prayers to count.Jordan leaned toward me, muttering under her breath. “If we don’t make it, I’m switching to hip-hop.”Lily nudged her. “If we don’t make it, you’re joining me in therapy.”Ryan groaned. “I’ll just move to a forest. Live off berries.”I tried to laugh, but my throat was too dry.Genevieve stood ahead of us, hands clasped neatly. She looked composed—like this was any other day—but I saw her tapping her index finger softly against her palm. That was her version of panic.Dorian was to the side, his arms crossed, eyes fixed on the judges’ table. Even from here, I could tell his jaw was tight.The announcer came
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Chapter: CHAPTER 62CHAPTER 62EZRAI don’t know when I finally put the pen down. The last word—“soar”—sat there on the paper, surrounded by messy scrawls and smudged ink. My throat ached from humming under my breath. My hand hurt. My heart hurt more.But it was done.I exhaled shakily and leaned back against the headboard. For a second, I just stared at it—my song. The one we’d sing tomorrow. The one that, hopefully, wouldn’t get us laughed off stage.A soft knock.I turned, already knowing who it was.“Come in,” I said quietly.The door opened, and Father Dorian stepped in, still wearing his black shirt. His collar was slightly undone, sleeves rolled up, looking unfairly human for someone supposed to be holy.“You’re still awake,” he said, voice low.I rubbed my eyes. “Barely.”He walked closer, hands in his pockets. “Genevieve told me to leave you alone earlier,” he said, stopping near the bed, “but it’s almost midnight.”“Yeah.” I looked down at my notebook. “I finished it.”His brows lifted. “Can I
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Chapter: CHAPTER 61CHAPTER 61EZRA“St. Maria's Parish!”The auditorium exploded in cheers. Lily screamed so loud I think I lost part of my hearing. Jordan threw her arms around Ryan, both of them yelling, “WE DID IT!” while Genevieve smiled—just slightly—but that tiny smile was worth a thousand confetti cannons.I turned to look at Dorian.He wasn’t smiling. Not exactly. But his eyes—warm and proud—found mine, and that was enough to make my stomach flip.“We made it?” Lily gasped, looking around like she needed confirmation.Jordan snorted. “Yes, unless they meant another St. Maria's.”Ryan raised his hands. “Fifth place, baby! We’re in the finals!”Genevieve clapped her gloved hands once—elegant, controlled. “Excellent work, everyone. A commendable performance.”The MC walked back to the stage, voice booming again.“Congratulations to our top five! But before you all run off to celebrate, it’s time for a special announcement.”Everyone fell silent. The air felt… loaded.“The final round,” he said dram
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Lucian's Undoing
He was meant to be a sacrifice. Instead, he became an obsession.
When Elias is cast out of his master’s home, accused of seducing a nobleman’s son, he flees into the forbidden lands of Lucian D’Arcy—the cruel, beautiful vampire lord feared by all. But instead of killing him, Lucian claims him, drawn to Elias in ways neither of them understand.
Elias resists the dark temptation Lucian offers, but his body betrays him, his pulse quickening under the vampire’s touch. The longer he stays, the harder it becomes to deny the hunger in Lucian’s gaze—or the sinful desire curling in his own belly..
Lucian swore he wouldn’t break Elias. Wouldn’t ruin him. But as desire turns to obsession, and obsession to possession, one thing becomes terrifyingly clear.
He will burn the world to keep him.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 150EPILOGUE Twenty years changed the world.The war was now a memory spoken only in quiet rooms, in old songs, in the mouths of historians who still couldn’t quite understand how one god, one man, had rewritten fate.Elias—Valarieth—watched the world grow.Not as its ruler.Not as its judge.But as its guardian.As himself.The Hall of Ascendancy had been rebuilt—but not in marble and gold. Elias tore down the old pillars, the symbols of corruption and control.What stood now was simple:A wide open courtyard.A sky untouched by lies.A gathering place for all realms.Children of every species played there—winged, fanged, magic-touched, mortal-born.Elias stood at the top of the courtyard steps watching them, cloak fluttering in the soft afternoon breeze.He heard footsteps behind him.“You’re brooding,” Lucian said.Elias didn’t turn. “I’m observing. There’s a difference.”Lucian laughed. “Brooding with extra steps.”Elias finally looked over his shoulder, eyebrow raised. “Did you come
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Chapter: CHAPTER 149The void trembled.Elias stood before the throne of bones, the air around him heavy with death. The glyphs across his skin blazed with radiant fury, casting golden light across the shattered cliff. Behind him, the stars bled.Nihareth rose from the throne with a serene kind of madness, his voice echoing like a fractured hymn. “You came alone. How poetic. And predictable.”“I didn’t,” Elias whispered.The light behind him split open with a deafening crack—a beam of starlight collapsing into the form of Lucian, sword drawn, eyes burning.“Found you,” Lucian growled, stepping beside Elias. “Could’ve left a trail that didn’t reek of melodrama.”Another pulse of magic slammed down from above.Dorian landed in a storm of dark feathers, flames curling around his fists. “Oh, we’re absolutely in hell now.”“Kai?” Elias turned slightly.“I’m here!” Kai called, racing up the ridge, his coat already smoking with unstable glyphlight.A final burst of wind and leaves signaled Kairis’s arrival, Amar
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Chapter: CHAPTER 148CHAPTER 148The skies turned red by morning.Elias stood at the cliff's edge, overlooking a sea of ash. Smoke curled in the horizon. The scent of blood clung to the air.He didn’t speak for a long time.Behind him, Lucian stepped out.“They’re back,” he said quietly. “Kairis sent scouts to check the ruins. There’s nothing left.”Elias didn’t move. “Which village?”Lucian didn’t answer immediately.Then, with guilt in his voice: “The one near the eastern pass. The one you stayed in during your exile.”Elias’s hands clenched at his sides.“The one with the shrine?”Lucian nodded.“They took me in when I was no one,” Elias said, voice cold. “When the gods called me unworthy. When you turned your back.”Lucian flinched but didn’t interrupt.“I gave them a barrier. It should’ve held for a hundred years.”“It did,” Lucian said. “Until Nihareth sent the corrupted.”Elias finally turned.His eyes were hard, burning with a barely restrained fire.“Corrupted?”Lucian nodded grimly. “Souls of fa
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Chapter: CHAPTER 147CHAPTER 147The Hall had fallen silent again.. The judgment was complete.But Elias was gone.He had walked out without a word, through the towering gates of the Hall, down the winding marble paths, past the kneeling celestials and the stunned scholars. No one stopped him.He walked until the marble ended and the wild sky began—until he reached the old Garden of Stars.It was overgrown now. Wild.Vines wrapped around broken statues. The pool at the center reflected constellations long dead. And above it all, the sky bled faint gold as if remembering something it could never fully recall.Elias stood there, still glowing faintly. But the glyphs across his skin flickered, unstable. Sharp. Like something inside him was cracking.He sat down slowly by the water. Head bowed.And for the first time in centuries, he wept.Not because he was weak.But because he remembered everything.“I failed them.”His whisper was quiet. Not for anyone else. Just for the sky. For the ghosts.“I failed mys
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Chapter: CHAPTER 146CHAPTER 146The air cracked.Elias staggered back, a sharp cry ripping from his throat. The glyphs etched across his skin pulsed violently—white, then gold, then violet. His eyes rolled back as his body seized.Celestials gasped.Some collapsed in reverence. Others shielded their faces.Cassiel didn’t move.Erelah whispered, “It’s happening…”Raziel took a cautious step back. “No one touch him.”Elias’s body hit the marble floor hard—but only for a second. Then he floated. Hovered. Glyphs peeled off his skin like molten fire and circled the air. The floor cracked beneath him.Then—He rose.His eyes opened, blazing with layered light—threefold. His voice echoed, not in one tongue, but three: the language of gods, the hidden tongue of the Celestial Thrones, and the first language of creation itself.He pointed, hand trembling not from weakness—but from restraint.“Cassiel—Betrayer of Kin.”Cassiel’s mask cracked. His eyes widened, lips parting slightly—but he said nothing.The voice ro
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Chapter: CHAPTER 145CHAPTER 145The Hall of Ascendancy shimmered like a mirage in the sky.Built from celestial stone, veined with stardust and prayer, it rose high above the world—untouched by time, war, or decay. Towers gleamed with radiant light. Massive doors carved with the names of every god long fallen opened as Elias approached.And beyond them—thousands.Celestials. Ancients. Highborns. Seraphim. Shadows reborn in light. All of them kneeling as one, heads bowed, wings folded in reverence.“Valarieth,” they whispered. “The Flame Returned.”Elias walked in silence, each step echoing like a thunderclap through the hallowed chamber. His golden robes flowed behind him, a storm of glyphs trailing like fire through the air. His eyes—no longer mortal—glowed bright enough to rival the sun overhead.Lucian wasn’t beside him.And he hadn't spoken a word since the last battle.Amaria stood at the base of the altar.She wore full ceremonial armor now, her crown of stars dimmer than usual, her face carved fro
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