Novel-novel oleh Author Gloria

Amara’s POV Pain was the first gift.The moment my fingers closed around the shard, fire tore through every vein like it had been waiting centuries to wake inside me. I screamed without sound, my knees hitting stone that was no longer real. The Vault vanished. Kael vanished. Everything vanished except light—endless, merciless, divine.I didn’t know if I was dying or transforming.Maybe both.The shard seared my palm, but I couldn’t let go. I wasn’t sure I even had a body anymore. I was just a soul pulled across a thousand years of memory. I saw the First Alpha, born of moonlight and blood, carving the laws of the packs into the earth with a howl that shook the sky. I saw betrayals—power ripped from spirit, cursed blood buried beneath mountains, families broken into packs to control what could no longer be contained.And then I saw her.A woman who looked like me. Same eyes. Same fire.She stood at the edge of the first war, holding a blade of light.You are the echo. You are the last

Amara's POV It didn’t rise—it unfolded.The shadow from beneath the Vault wasn’t a creature. It was a memory wearing shape, older than bones, older than names. It crawled upward through the fracture in the stone like smoke soaked in bloodlight, stretching taller than any beast I’d ever seen.Its voice didn’t echo in the chamber.It echoed inside me.Blood returns. Blood awakens. Blood remembers.Kael shouted my name, but I couldn’t turn around. My feet had rooted themselves to the edge of the chasm, my eyes locked on the thing that didn’t blink, didn’t breathe, didn’t need to.Because it had seen me before.Because it had marked me.I should’ve felt terror.But I felt recognition.And that scared me more.Alexander appeared beside me, his voice hoarse with disbelief. “It’s not just a First One… it’s the First.”Victor coughed behind us. “You mean the Alpha before all Alphas?”Alexander nodded grimly. “The one they bound in silence. The one we swore never to name again.”“Why?” Kael d

Kael’s POV I didn’t believe it at first.Smoke still curled through the shattered Vault wall, chunks of rune-covered stone littering the ground. Amara leaned against me, her body still trembling from the trial she had survived, the fire of her inner battle barely cooled.Then she stepped through.Trina.Alive.Smiling.Her boots crunched across the debris as if she had every right to be here. Behind her stood half a dozen wolves, armed and clad in foreign markings—Derrick’s. But it wasn’t them I feared.It was her.Her scent hit me last. Familiar. Wrong.“How?” I managed, stepping between her and Amara instinctively.Trina’s eyes flicked to Amara, then to me. “Oh, Kael. That’s not the question you should be asking.”Victor exhaled hard. “This bitch again?”Alexander was already drawing his blade. “You were exiled.”“And yet here I stand,” she said with a mock curtsy. “Exile was a minor inconvenience. Death... now that was harder to get out of.”Amara straightened slowly, her voice h

Amara's POV I hated how much of me they got right.The mirrors surrounded us—brittle, silver-edged lies dressed in truth. Each one flickered with pieces of a life that could have been, or might still be. I stood in the center of them, barefoot on a floor no longer pulsing with runes but with heartbeat. Mine. Or the Vault’s. I wasn’t sure anymore.Kael stood to my left, jaw clenched, his eyes locked on one particular mirror.In it, he wore a crown.But there was no one beside him.My reflection—his version of me—was missing.“I would never let that happen,” he said, barely a whisper.“I know,” I murmured. “But these mirrors… They don’t care about the truth. Only fear.”Alexander walked the perimeter slowly, eyes sweeping the images, lips moving like he was reading something none of us could see. Victor hovered near the entrance, arms crossed, his face unreadable for once.“They’re taunting you,” Victor said. “Every Alpha who’s faced the Vault went through this.”“This isn’t a Vault,”

Kael's POV I should have stopped her.When Amara stepped into the circle, the Vault responded like a storm breaking its own sky. Light erupted in arcs around her, pulsing through the floor in jagged, golden veins. Her eyes went white, her breath caught, and for a second—just a second—I thought I’d lost her to whatever ancient force had claimed her name.Then she screamed.Not in fear.In fury.And the Vault screamed back.I ran to her, ignoring Alexander’s shouted warning. Victor didn’t move—he just watched with that familiar expression, half awe, half calculation.Amara dropped to her knees, her body glowing like the air around her couldn’t decide whether to crown her or consume her.I reached for her.The circle flared.I was thrown backward, crashing against the Vault wall hard enough to taste blood. Stone cracked beneath me.“Kael!” she shouted—her voice layered now, older than it should be.She turned toward the Sleepers.They were fully formed now. No longer vague shadows.They

Amara’s POV Wind howled through the ruins like the last breath of a dying god.I stood frozen, staring at Victor’s bloodied smile and the man beside him—my father, Alpha Alexander, real and weary. The answers I had spent my entire life searching for had arrived on broken legs, cloaked in smoke and betrayal. Kael stood at my side, tense but silent, his hand hovering near the hilt of his dagger.“You’re late,” Victor said again, voice gravel and spite. “But not too late. Not yet.”“What’s he doing here?” I asked.Alexander’s voice was low, almost reluctant. “He led me to the Vault.”I stared at him in disbelief. “You trusted him?”“I didn’t trust him. I used him. Just like he used you.”Victor chuckled. “You always did have a way with words, old wolf.”“Shut up,” I snapped, and something inside me cracked—raw, jagged. The air around me shifted. The blade on my back pulsed in response.Victor saw it too. “Ah. You’re waking up again.”Kael stepped forward. “She’s awake enough to kill you

Elixir’s POVThe moment I stepped into the circle of the Order’s magic, the world fell away.No sound. No light. No breath.Just memory—so ancient, it didn’t belong to me.And yet it fit like a second skin.I stood in a vision of a temple long forgotten. Golden spires reached into a sky that bled fire and stars. There were no wolves here. No humans. Only beings of light and shadow arguing before a throne carved into the bones of time.At the center of them sat a woman.Not a goddess.Not yet.She had my eyes.“She was the prototype,” a voice whispered beside me.The cloaked figure from the Order stood with me now, but his presence was faint like a shadow projected through centuries.“She was not born. She was built. Her soul carved from divine flame, her flesh molded from prophecy. The Moon Goddess didn’t create her. We did.”I turned, horror blooming in my chest.“You’re saying I’m her?”“No,” he said softly. “You are her second attempt.”The air fractured.Images struck like lightni

Elixir’s POVThe moment I stepped into the circle of the Order’s magic, the world fell away.No sound. No light. No breath.Just memory—so ancient, it didn’t belong to me.And yet it fit like a second skin.I stood in a vision of a temple long forgotten. Golden spires reached into a sky that bled fire and stars. There were no wolves here. No humans. Only beings of light and shadow arguing before a throne carved into the bones of time.At the center of them sat a woman.Not a goddess.Not yet.She had my eyes.“She was the prototype,” a voice whispered beside me.The cloaked figure from the Order stood with me now, but his presence was faint like a shadow projected through centuries.“She was not born. She was built. Her soul carved from divine flame, her flesh molded from prophecy. The Moon Goddess didn’t create her. We did.”I turned, horror blooming in my chest.“You’re saying I’m her?”“No,” he said softly. “You are her second attempt.”The air fractured.Images struck like lightni

Elixir’s POVThe dream realm didn’t feel like a dreamIt felt like a graveyardEach step I took echoed louder than the last across a field of shattered bones under a sky that bled silver ash The stars pulsed like open wounds and the moon was missing swallowed by something darker than nightI knew this wasn’t realBut my heart still racedAhead stood three pillars formed of obsidian and ash On each one was carved a nameLucianSorenEwenTheir bodies were draped across them bloodied unmoving“No” I whispered stepping closer the scream in my throat refusing to come outA voice answered from the fog“You see now what your silence sows”I turnedThe figure stepped through the mist wearing my face again only this time her eyes were hollow sockets burning with faint gold“You let them sever the bond but didn’t tell them what you lost” she hissed “You didn’t say the truth out loud You let love fall silent and called it sacrifice”“I did it to protect them”“You did it to protect yourself fro

Lucian’s POVShe didn’t look back when she left the fireElixir had walked into the trees like the night belonged to her like it would bend before her or break if it didn’tAnd I let her goBecause I was afraid I wouldn’t recognize the girl who came backThe severing didn’t break cleanEveryone said the bond had been cut but they didn’t feel what I feltIt wasn’t goneIt was frayedA thread snagged between ribs tugging when she hurt pulsing when she doubted echoing in me even as I pretended to stand wholeSoren had grown quiet since her dream woke the camp two nights agoHe was trying to hide the way it haunted him but I knew that look too wellHe was reliving itJust like I wasIn her dream I’d killed himIn mineI watched her dieAnd did nothingEwen claimed he was fine said the severance helped him see clearly but I’d seen the way he kept rubbing his chest as if his own heartbeat had gone cold and unfamiliarWe weren’t okayNone of us wereThe Order of the Unmade hadn’t just crept

Elixir’s POVThe dream didn’t end when I wokeIt lingered like smoke in my lungs staining every breath with fear that I couldn’t shakeLucian didn’t speak that morningHe trained alone his sword slicing through the mist with vicious precision like he needed to punish the air just to feel realSoren tried to hide it but his eyes flickered gold every time he looked at me as if he was waiting for the moment I’d disappear againAnd EwenHe just watchedNot with blameBut with a stillness that scared me more than angerThey didn’t ask what I’d seen in the dreamThey didn’t need toBecause I hadn’t just seen them kill each otherI’d felt itEvery crack of bone every scream every bond unraveling like silk on fireAnd the worst partIn the dream I didn’t try to stop themI watchedSilentFrozenLike part of me believed it had to happenLike part of me wanted itI sat near the fire arms wrapped around my knees while the forest whispered and the wind carried fragments of the voice I couldn’t fo

Elixir’s POVTheir silence said everythingThe next morning none of the Alphas spoke of the dream I knew we all hadWe sat by the fire with stale bread and bitter water and no one looked each other in the eye I felt the void between us stretching like a wound we couldn’t bandageI’d dreamed of their deaths againOnly this time I didn’t scream when I wokeI didn’t need toThe screams had already settled in my chestEwen broke the silence first “They’ll come back today”Lucian nodded once “They’re not done They want her marked”Soren added nothing but I saw the faint glow beneath his wrist—his bond mark still there faint barely alive like mine“I’m not going to them,” I said even though the truth itched behind my teethBecause part of me wanted toNot because I believed themBut because I wanted to believe I wasn’t wrong to feel what I felt“You don’t have to go to them,” Soren said quietly “They’ll bring the choice to you”He was rightThey didn’t need to pull me into the veil againTh