Crown of Betrayal
In the shifter city of Ancnix, strength is law, loyalty is survival, and every young warrior is taught that their soul belongs to the moon. Seventeen-year-old Elora Jardine has spent her life mastering control—of her shifting, of her temper, and of the secrets she keeps hidden behind a composed smile. Born into a respected warrior house yet trapped beneath her father’s cruelty, Elora’s only anchors are her younger brother, Micah, and her closest friend, Kailee Blackstone.
But on the eve of her graduation, a violent confrontation awakens a power inside Elora that no Shifter should possess. When the city’s future king, Gregory Forstfang, moves to claim her under the guise of duty, Elora’s world collapses into fear, fractured trust, and a destiny she never asked for.
Forced to flee Ancnix, Elora’s escape leads her deep into the untamed Outer Wilds, where she encounters two strangers whose paths intertwine with her own: Briar Vale, a gentle but powerful Strega guided by visions she doesn’t yet understand, and Declan Eldritch, a Farisee whose calm presence stirs ancient magic in the world around him. Each carries secrets. Each carries a purpose. And each seems mysteriously drawn to Elora’s growing, unstable power.
Together, the unlikely trio must navigate haunted forests, forgotten ruins, and a rising darkness spreading across Nethara. As Elora’s abilities intensify beyond her control, the three uncover whispers of an old prophecy—a legend hinting that the fate of their world may rest in the hands of a girl who never wanted to be anything more than free.
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty-SixThe strategy meeting ended the way so many had lately — not with certainty, but with resolve.Elora remained standing at the head of the central table as the final markers were gathered, her palms braced against the scarred wood while Declan rolled the map closed with deliberate care. Selene straightened from her seat, armor whispering softly as she moved, already recalculating troop movements in her mind. Corren leaned back with a tired stretch, rubbing at his jaw as if the tension there had finally begun to ache.“We’ll adjust the western approach once the Farisee scouts return,” Selene said, already turning toward the tent flap. “If the Umbra are moving faster than we expect, we need to be ahead of them.”“We always are,” Corren replied lightly, though the humor didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Or at least we pretend well enough that no one notices when we’re not.”Declan lingered as the others began to move, his gaze shifting to Elora. “You held the room,” he said quietly. “They trus
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty-FiveThey did not come all at once.They came the way truth always did — unevenly, carried on tired feet and sharper resolve, in groups small enough to slip through danger but large enough to matter. The first arrived just after dawn, emerging from the forest in a loose formation that spoke of necessity rather than order: a Fenraen scout walking beside an Asterai shield-bearer, a Farisee archer flanked by a Terran mage whose hands still trembled with spent magic. Their armor bore no uniformity, their cloaks carried the marks of different lands and loyalties, but their eyes held the same hardened clarity — the look of people who had already lost something and refused to lose more.Elora stood at the edge of the clearing when they appeared, her presence rippling outward before anyone spoke her name. Conversations faltered. Movements slowed. Some bowed without thinking. Others pressed fists to hearts. A few simply stared, as though the prophecy they had whispered about in fear had stepped for
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty-FourBy the time the sun crested the trees, the land no longer resembled a simple clearing.Declan worked along the forest’s edge, shaping the earth where their side of the battlefield would stand. He did not touch the heart of the field — that space was left deliberately untouched, stretching wide and open beyond the treeline’s shadow. Flat enough for ranks of warriors to assemble. Broad enough to hold movement, magic, and war without constraint.Where he did work, the ground grew firm beneath his hands. Roots eased deeper into the soil, stones settling until the earth felt solid and reliable beneathfoot. The trees themselves leaned subtly inward, not crowding the space but offering shelter and vantage — a natural boundary that could hide movement, anchor defenses, and hold fast when lines broke.This was where they would begin.Briar chose their camp site with the same quiet intention. She positioned it near the treeline without letting it disappear into shadow, close enough for cover bu
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty-ThreeThe presence of the gods settled over the chamber like a second sky.Elora had faced bloodmages, beasts twisted by shadow, and rulers who mistook fear for strength, but none of that prepared her for this. The weight did not crush her; it pressed inward, steady and relentless, seeping into her bones and the places where instinct lived. Every breath felt measured, every thought briefly exposed. She locked her knees and lifted her chin anyway, refusing to let the pressure bend her, even as her pulse thundered in her ears.Behind them, the Concord Flame burned low and anchored, its light no longer reaching upward but sinking deep into the ancient stone, as though the temple itself had claimed it. The chamber felt smaller, closer, the world beyond its walls drawn back to give this moment room.Declan stood at Elora’s side, his shoulders squared, though the pull beneath his feet made his teeth ache. The land was awake in a way he had never felt before, every root and stone resonating with F
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty-TwoThree days passed in a quiet that felt deliberate, as though the world itself were holding its breath while they walked.The forest shifted gradually as they traveled deeper into Nethara’s heart, not with clear borders but with subtle interweaving — the broad, ancient trees of Finvarra’s domain giving way to silver-barked sentinels whose leaves caught light like cut crystal, their roots threading through soil rich with lifeflow. Moon-blooming flowers opened as dusk lingered longer than it should have, and vines traced with faint luminescence coiled around stone and trunk alike. It was not one forest, nor three, but something carefully balanced, magic and nature and strength layered so precisely it felt intentional. Elora sensed it everywhere — in the way the air pressed gently against her skin, in the way the ground seemed to steady beneath her feet — as though the land recognized her presence without yet daring to speak it aloud.When the trees finally parted, the temple revealed its
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty-OneThe drums began at dawn.They echoed through Ancnix in steady, ceremonial rhythm, deep and measured, reverberating through stone and timber alike, calling the city to witness what tradition demanded it witness. Banners unfurled from the battlements in crimson and iron gray, bearing the sigil of the crown now reforged, and the streets filled with people dressed in their finest leathers and silks, polished armor catching the pale morning light as if nothing in the world had shifted at all. The plaza before the throne hall was transformed—lanterns strung between columns, long tables already laid for the feast to come, braziers burning low with incense meant to honor Mahina and the line of kings before him. It was meant to be a day of unity, of reassurance, of strength restored after uncertainty. And for a few fragile hours, it almost succeeded.Gregory Forstfang stood upon the raised dais as the final rites were spoken, his posture flawless, his expression carved into something unreadabl
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Chapter: Chapter FourteenIt was three nights before I saw him again.Three nights since the willow and the moss and the world that had existed only for us.The castle swallowed us whole the moment we returned. Duties reclaimed me without ceremony. Roman was summoned to council, to training yards, to audiences that stretched long into the evening. We did not seek each other at once — whether from caution or the unspoken need to steady ourselves, I cannot say.I only know that I felt his absence like a bruise.The first night, I lay awake in the attic chamber assigned to me, staring at the sloped ceiling, replaying the feel of his hands, the weight of him, the way his voice had softened when he said my name as though it belonged to him alone. My body remembered what my pride would not allow me to dwell upon. I pressed my thighs together in the dark and scolded myself for it.The second night, I convinced myself I had imagined half of it. The castle had a way of reducing miracles to foolishness. By candlelight,
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Chapter: Chapter ThirteenI awoke before the sun.For a fleeting instant I felt only warmth — warmth at my back, warmth along my thighs, warmth beneath my ribs where something new and quiet pulsed like a secret.Then memory returned.The willow. The moss. His hands. My own voice — trembling, breathless, no longer the voice of a girl.I lay very still.Roman’s arm rested around my waist, his palm splayed lightly against my stomach as though it belonged there. His breath stirred the hair at my neck, slow and untroubled. He slept as men do — unburdened by what morning brings.I did not.The light filtering through the willow branches seemed almost accusing in its gentleness. I felt… different. Not broken. Not sore in body, though there was that too — but altered in some deeper way.Woman.The word came to me without ceremony.Yesterday I had been a maiden, as the church so fondly named us. Today I was something else. Something known. Something claimed — though not by force.By choice.That should have comforte
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Chapter: Chapter TwelveThe carnival came to us as though the world itself had decided to be kind.I remember thinking, as we crossed the final hill and the lights first appeared below, that I had never seen so many colors gathered in one place. Lanterns hung from poles and wagon wheels, glowing amber and rose and soft gold, swaying gently in the evening breeze. Music drifted upward—fiddles and flutes and drums beating a rhythm that felt older than the road beneath our feet. Laughter followed it, bright and unrestrained, the kind of sound that belonged to people who believed themselves unseen.Masks were everywhere.Silk and velvet, painted porcelain and carved wood, feathers and ribbons and glimmering thread. Faces hidden just enough to loosen the world’s grip on propriety. I tied mine on with hands that trembled—not from fear, but from the thrill of stepping into a version of myself that did not bow or avert her gaze. When I turned to him, I hardly recognized the man beneath the dark half-mask.Not the cro
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Chapter: Chapter ElevenTime did not move as it once had.It slipped instead—quietly, indulgently—through hidden corridors and shadowed alcoves, through minutes stolen behind tapestries and hours borrowed from sleep. Days passed without marking themselves, and I only noticed their leaving by how easily Roman’s presence fit beside mine, how natural it felt to lean into him as though I had always belonged there.Our secrecy had softened into something dangerous.Kisses were no longer accidents, nor moments seized in haste. They had become familiar greetings—his mouth finding mine in silence, his hand settling at my waist as though it knew the shape of me better than I did myself. Touch lingered now, unhurried, reverent. Fingers traced my wrist, my jaw, the curve of my back with a tenderness that made my breath falter every time.I had stopped pretending my body did not respond.The castle had its rhythms, and we learned them well. We knew when the western gallery lay empty in the late afternoon, when the chape
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Chapter: Chapter TenDistance, I learned, is not a thing you create by stepping away.It is a thing you carry in your chest and pray will harden before your heart betrays you.I woke that morning resolved to be careful. Not hopeful. Not foolish. Careful. The kind of careful that keeps one alive in a palace that devours girls like me without ceremony.I avoided the east corridor where I knew he took his morning walks. I lingered longer than necessary in the scullery, hands red from soap and water, listening for the sound of boots I knew too well. When his name was spoken by another maid—casual, thoughtless—I pretended not to hear it. When I was assigned to the western wing instead of the royal library, I thanked God for small mercies and told myself it was a sign.This was what I had wanted, was it not? Space. Silence. Safety.And yet my body moved through the day as though something vital had been removed from it. Every corner felt wrong without him appearing in it. Every breath felt borrowed.The kiss
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Chapter: Chapter NineI did not hear the news from him.That, I think, was the first wound.I was polishing the brass rail outside the east gallery when two ladies passed behind me, their voices light and careless, as though the words they spoke were nothing more than gossip fit for tea.“—two years’ time,” one of them said. “The contracts were sealed this morning. The dowry alone—”“And such a perfect match,” the other sighed. “A princess raised for obedience. The king will be pleased at last.”Their footsteps faded before I could rise, before I could breathe. The cloth slipped from my fingers and fell to the stone, but I did not move to retrieve it. I knelt there, frozen, my pulse loud in my ears, my thoughts suddenly sharp and merciless.Two years.Sealed.Final.I told myself there must be some mistake. I told myself such things were spoken of freely long before they were decided. I told myself—foolishly—that if it were true, he would have told me.But when I saw him that evening, standing beneath the
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