Novel-novel oleh Author Gloria

Elixir’s POVThe raven dissolved into ash before my eyesBut the scroll in my hand remainedLight as paperHeavy as prophecyShe has not been buried. She has been crowned.It wasn’t a threatIt was a declarationAnd it didn’t come from VirexIt came from herThe one behind the veilThe one who hadn’t died in grief, or broken in silenceThe one who didn’t choose mercy when she was madeLucian stared at the scroll, jaw clenched so tight I thought his teeth might crackSoren stood at my side, fingers twitching against the hilt of a blade carved from bone—not out of fear, but preparationEwen said nothingBut his eyes had narrowed the moment the raven appeared, like he’d known something we hadn’tAnd now the knowing had arrivedI walked back toward the altar, running my thumb along the scar burned into the stone“Not all reflections want to be healed,” I said. “Some are made to punish.”Lucian stepped beside me. “Is she another fragment?”I shook my head. “No. She’s a possibility. One I n

Elixir’s POVShe looked like me, but thinnerLike the world had starved her of belief for too longHer smile wasn’t cruelIt was calmLike she’d been waiting for this moment since I was bornSince I first chose to silence the part of myself that didn’t fit prophecy, power, or flameShe stepped from the circle barefoot, shoulders squared as if she still carried chainsI didn’t moveNeither did the AlphasLucian’s hand twitched near his bladeSoren’s fingers hovered over a protective runeEwen’s eyes burned with unreadable knowledgeNone of them knew what I’d just pulled into this worldNeither did IBut she wasn’t a demonShe was something far worseShe was true---“You left me in the silence,” she said, her voice quieter than mine, older somehow. “And now you wonder why I sound like regret.”My chest ached. “I buried you because you were breaking me.”She stepped closer, shadows folding around her like silk. “No. You buried me because I remembered what it cost to live. You didn’t wan

Elixir’s POVThe silence after war always feels heavier than the war itselfBecause it’s in the silence that grief becomes realIt’s where names echo without answersWhere you remember who didn’t survive, and who came back... wrongThe Grove still stoodBarelyTrees scorched, soil trembling beneath our feet, the scent of ash and old gods thick in the windBut we were aliveThe Alphas beside meThe rogue packs behind meThe veil no longer howlingBut watchingAlways watchingSoren was the first to speak after hours of eerie stillness“We won,” he said softly, not with pride but caution. “But it wasn’t a victory.”Lucian cleaned his blade beside the shrine, quiet, blood staining the wraps around his forearmEwen hadn’t spoken since the battle endedHe just stood beside the ruined altar, eyes locked on the sky like it might fall if he blinkedThey each carried their own acheNot of bodyOf spiritI did tooBecause something inside me still buzzedNot with powerWith absenceLike the thin

Elixir’s POVShe screamed without lungsThe creature that stepped out of Elixur wasn’t flesh—it was intent, twisted into formHer body fell limp as the thing rose, dragging its claws along the ground like it was carving the world’s obituary into the dirtNot VirexBut his answer to meAn entity not shaped by fire, void, or memoryBut by the hollow space betweenLucian’s blade shimmered with runes, but he hesitatedSoren’s wards sparked around us, unstable under the weight of that thing’s presenceEwen whispered something in an ancient tongue, his fingers glowing silver as he reached for me“I’m still here,” I said, louder than I feltThe creature turned its face toward me—no features, just a ripple of my outline, inverted and corruptedMy shape without my soul“I am your correction,” it hissed“No,” I said. “You are their failure.”It struck without soundWind shattered against the shield Soren threw in front of me, the ground exploding with invisible forceLucian met it blade-first,

Elixir’s POVThe veil didn’t just tear—it howledIt buckled with soundless rage, a fury that shook the bones of the earth and bent the trees at the edge of Redwood Grove until they splinteredVirex had stepped throughBut not aloneHis presence didn’t come like a god descending from the heavensIt spread like infectionLike a long-forgotten sickness remembering what flesh felt likeI stood in the heart of the broken altar, flame pulsing from the new sigil along my spineLucian at my leftSoren to my rightEwen just behind, eyes glowing like carved steelWe didn’t need wordsBecause this was no longer about prophecyThis was warAnd it had found usThe first wave hit before we even regroupedThe sky above Redwood Grove split, letting down a storm not of water, but of spiritsTwisted forms of wolves once fallen—echoes raised from old battlefields, wrapped in divine residue and something darkerScreaming, snarling, hollowI raised my hands and called fire, violet and silver igniting the

Elixir’s POVThe moment I said we would burn the illusion, I felt the weight of it settle on my shoulders—not fear, not doubtPurposeAnd purpose doesn’t trembleIt just waits for actionThe alliance didn’t cheer. They didn’t raise fists or howl. They just noddedBecause they understood nowThis was no longer about gods or curses or chosen onesThis was about truthAnd whether it would be remembered or rewrittenSoren followed me into the old stone temple at the edge of the camp, where we kept the oldest maps and the unclaimed blades of fallen warriorsHe lit six warding candles, drawing sigils into the dust with fingers that shook only when he thought I wasn’t watching“You don’t think we can stop them,” I said quietlyHe hesitated“No,” he admitted. “I think we’re already inside their story. We’re just trying to erase the ending.”I touched his wrist gently. “Then we write louder."Lucian met me at the cliffside near dawnThe horizon was dark—darker than night, a strip of shadow ble

Kael’s POVThe ground shook as we charged toward the Vault. Smoke hung thick in the air, mixing the smell of blood and burnt wood. The night blazed around us, our hidden rebellion now out in the open. Fighters from the Blackthorn and Silvercrest packs battled together, swords flashing and claws tearing through the chaos, while the cries of the fallen were drowned out by the crackling magic in the air.Amara raced ahead of me, her hair streaming behind her. She held the old artifact—a black knife covered with strange symbols from her past. She wasn't just a victim anymore; she had become a force.We crashed through the last set of rusted gates into the Vault's core. The chamber loomed large, carved from solid rock centuries ago. Towering columns, inscribed with symbols we couldn't read but all feared, surrounded us. At the center stood Derrick, brimming with a twisted mix of authority and madness, fueled by his desire to dominate after Alpha Magnus's fall.I’ve waited for this, Derrick

Amara's POV We crossed into forgotten land before sunrise.Victor led us through twisted trees that bent away from the wind, past stones too old to bear names. The silence wasn’t natural. It was protective—like the world itself held its breath when it realized what was returning to its roots.No one spoke.Even Kael, walking beside me with fire pulsing beneath his skin, didn’t speak. But his presence was constant. A tether in the storm I’d become.The journey ended at a clearing carved by fire, long before our time. In its center stood a circle of blackened stone, scorched and sunken like the earth itself had once burned and never healed.I remembered it.Not from memory.From blood.“I was born here,” I whispered.Victor nodded. “This is where your mother lit the flame and hid you from the world.”And from him.From Derrick.From fate.Kael reached for my hand, fingers brushing mine like he wasn’t sure I’d still feel human.“I’m here,” I said, curling my fingers into his.“For now,”

Kael's POV She looked like Amara.But she wasn’t Amara—not completely.The woman who stepped from that pillar of flame moved like she remembered humanity, but had left it behind. Her feet didn’t touch the ground so much as command it. Her skin glowed faintly, each breath illuminating the mark over her heart, the one that pulsed in sync with the ruined sky.I wanted to run to her.Instead, I stayed still.Because I saw the hesitation in her eyes. The fear she didn’t want to name.“Kael,” she said, and even her voice had changed—layered, like two versions of her were speaking at once.“Tell me you’re still in there,” I whispered.Her lips trembled. “I don’t know.”The battlefield was silent. Wolves on both sides watched her with a reverence that bordered on worship—or fear. Even Alexander stood frozen, sword lowered, as if he too sensed the shift in the air. The storm had passed, but the aftermath wasn’t peace.It was rebirth.Victor approached slowly, eyeing Amara with a mix of awe an

Amara's POV I didn’t hear the world break.I felt it.The impact of Derrick’s first strike cracked the ground, sent rivers of heat splitting through stone, and pulled screams from the wolves behind us who hadn’t realized they were standing on the edge of annihilation. My feet didn’t move. I held.Because I wasn’t just fighting him.I was fighting what he made me feel.The anger. The betrayal. The hunger to burn back.“You can’t win this,” he called through the smoke and magic. “You don’t know what this power wants from you.”I stepped forward. Fire followed.“I know exactly what it wants.”Derrick launched another pulse of shadow-magic—slick and ancient, wound tight with stolen spirits. I raised both hands and met it with flame, silver and gold bursting from my palms. The collision roared like thunder, rattling the bones of the world.I didn’t care that my skin blistered.Or that every step I took scorched the earth.What I cared about was the way his voice cracked when he tried to s

Amara's POV I didn’t hear the world break.I felt it.The impact of Derrick’s first strike cracked the ground, sent rivers of heat splitting through stone, and pulled screams from the wolves behind us who hadn’t realized they were standing on the edge of annihilation. My feet didn’t move. I held.Because I wasn’t just fighting him.I was fighting what he made me feel.The anger. The betrayal. The hunger to burn back.“You can’t win this,” he called through the smoke and magic. “You don’t know what this power wants from you.”I stepped forward. Fire followed.“I know exactly what it wants.”Derrick launched another pulse of shadow-magic—slick and ancient, wound tight with stolen spirits. I raised both hands and met it with flame, silver and gold bursting from my palms. The collision roared like thunder, rattling the bones of the world.I didn’t care that my skin blistered.Or that every step I took scorched the earth.What I cared about was the way his voice cracked when he tried to s

Kael's POV I felt it the moment she did.The shift in the air. The weight behind Derrick’s stillness. The way his eyes didn’t blaze with rage but gleamed with satisfaction—like a man watching his trap snap closed. It wasn’t the look of someone defending power.It was the look of someone who had already won.Amara froze mid-step.“He’s not afraid of me,” she murmured. “He wanted me to come.”I moved in front of her instinctively, shielding her with my body even though I knew it wouldn’t matter. Whatever Derrick had become wasn’t something I could fight with claws and teeth.“You’re not going to him alone.”“I wasn’t meant to survive this,” she whispered, voice fraying like silk in flame.I turned to her, heart pounding harder than it had even during my fight with my father.“That’s not his choice. And it sure as hell isn’t fate’s.”Victor and Alexander moved to flank us as the wind howled through the valley, carrying with it a thick, metallic stench—blood, magic, and something older.