MARISSA "So this is what we're doing now?" I complained, crossing my arms and storming down the hallway outside the infirmary with as much grace as a raging tornado. Lilith and Isaiah were crouched, whispering like two teenagers sharing secrets in a secret affair. "Whispering behind Queen Hailey's back like two aunties with a scandal to share at a wedding spread?"Lilith blinked, her lips forming a soft "Oh." Isaiah, ever the stoic Seer with the lines of one who's seen too much and answered too little, bristled like a reed in a storm."Marissa," he said in the voice of a monk trying to soothe a lioness in full fury."This is not what it seems."I rolled my eyes so hard, I thought they would fall off. "Isaiah, darling, unless what it looks like is two grown-ups chattering about something they don't intend to discuss with the woman who sacrificed everything for this kingdom, then yes—it looks like what it looks like."Lilith stepped forward, speaking in a tranquil tone. "Marissa, pleas
MARISSAI should have simply walked away.I should have closed my mouth and remained quiet like all the other persons in that gilded hallway pretending not to notice the way Serenia was all but glued to Ryan's side like a designer handbag with too much perfume and far too many opinions.But I didn't.Because I'm Marissa—Hailey's best friend, her war sister, her ride-or-die since the ancient times when all we had was fire, fury, and matching daggers strapped to our thighs.And no, I wasn't about to let this bubble-lipped serpent slither her way any closer to Ryan like she wasn't three inches from drooling on his neck."Are you all right, Serenia?" I asked with saccharine sweetness, smiled so hard my cheekbones ached. "Or do you need a chair since Ryan's arm seems to be the only thing keeping you upright?"She blinked at me, wide-eyed innocence. "Excuse me?"Oh, she was going to play innocent. Cute.Ryan shifted uncomfortably, the tension between us palpable, but I wasn't even looking a
JADENIf there is one thing I hate worse than public appearances, it is public appearances in the human world. They all stare like we are made of unicorn tears and glitter. I mean, we are beautiful—thanks to my mate and my genes—but really, have they never seen models before?Today, we’re at Jadakiss’s college matriculation. Yes. Our daughter. Our fourth child. Our only daughter. And frankly, I’m shocked she’s even choosing college. With her power, she could’ve ruled a kingdom or two. But no, she wanted to study psychology.“Because people are so strange,” she had said. That’s my girl.I walk with Alexia, my hand fitting comfortably in hers. We're low-key by supernatural standards—a simple black-on-black suit for me and a sleek evening gown for her. Still, humans around us gasp and whisper, camera flashes erupting like we're Brangelina 2.0. Even though we haven't aged in more than two decades, so really we're more like immortal enigmas."Did you see that?" Alexia leans in, low-voiced
HAILEYThe very moment my boots touched the stone floor of the Council Hall, silence fell like snow.It had been eighteen years since the attack and eight years finally free from depression. Seven days of whispers, sidelong glances, and cautious steps around me—as if I were made of porcelain dipped in fire. And maybe I was.I hadn’t aged a day in eighteen years. Not a wrinkle, not a grey strand, not even a single line near my eyes. The flames that had engulfed me hadn’t burned—they’d refined. Whatever Audacus had tried to break in me had only made me harder.And now, as I stood before the full council, dressed in black fitted robes with silver threading that shimmered like starlight, I wore my power like a second skin.Ryan stood tall at my right. Quiet, unreadable. But I could feel the tension in him. Serenia was to my left, eyes gleaming with something venomous and desperate.And then she made the annoying remark.“There is one matter still left unspoken,” Serenia said smoothly, ste
LOGANSerenia is nothing but trouble. There's nothing she's not willing to do to have Ryan but unfortunately she's betting on the wrong tree. Yes, Hailey did hit depression for more than ten years but she's better now and the queen I bow to is no spineless coward like Serenia whom she was kind to is boiling a whole nest of trouble she would not survive because Hailey hates ingrates and trouble makers.The peace we've enjoyed for years now is going to be blown away, I could feel that as I made my way down the lower corridors to the war room. The guards did not look me in the eye. The staff ran around but whispered. Whispers spread faster than truth in this castle.I did not need to ask what had happened.I knew exactly who had opened her mouth.Serenia.I found Ryan alone in the war room, arms crossed over his chest, jaw set, eyes storm-dark as he scowled at the huge map on the wall. Not even looking at it. Just beyond it."She told you," I said, shutting the door behind me.He didn't
SERENIAThe candles filters and glows dully, they cast shaking shadows on the old stone walls. I crouched in the side passageway of the infirmary, frozen as a sigh, holding my breath. My shoulder rested against the chill wall, I listened to their soft voices—My mother and Isaiah—whispering what nobody else knew. Two children. Born of Hailey. Living.My heart jumped. Not so much at the gravity of what they said, but at the name… Hailey. Her name always wrapped in my chest like a snake, constricting with each pulse. All those years of pretending, smiling when I want to yell, being friendly to Ryan when I wanted more.I hadn't meant to eavesdrop.But fate had a sense of timing, didn't she?I had come looking for Ryan. I could always find myself searching for him these days. Even when I didn't want to admit it. Even when I told myself it was respect. Or concern. Or loyalty. Lies. All of it. The thing was, I loved a man who would never be mine.Ryan.Even now, thinking about him ripped me
ISAIAH The scent of smoke and lilies fragranced the air as I stepped into the chant room—my solemn santuary now. What had been a sanctuary of solitude and bitter truths was now my haven, my fulcrum, my anchor. The candles flickered with fierce flames though there was no breeze. Something was stirring.Lilith's scent still lingered on me, her warmth remaining near my skin like a memory that I never wanted to forget. We had peace, for all that. After centuries of wars and visions that wrought havoc, the Moon Goddess had seen fit to give me a mate. Her. Feral. Damned. Beautiful. Mine.But peace, for men like me, does not last long.My hands trembled as I cut the knife across my palm. Blood welled up at once, pooling in my palm. I let it drip into the obsidian basin, heart racing as the shadows in the room hissed and writhed.The fires died.My knees buckled.Darkness took me whole.The world reset.I stood upon a soil that I did not know. The heavens were a thick, unhealthy green, boili
AKAELShe doesn't see.The way the world moves toward her. The way people—mortals, immortals, even Father—pause when she speaks. Akasha moves like a whisper in a tempest, silent but unsettling. Like power in silk. And no one sees it better than I.They gaze at her and see our mother. The indisputable queen Hailey whom we've heard so much about and seen many worship.I gaze at her and see all I was never meant to crave."Focus," I muttered to myself, striking the practice dummy repeatedly, until the magic stone exploded. My knuckles were bleeding, but the pain was a relief—it was a reminder that I was still human. Half-human, anyway.We were less than two days out of the open and already the venom of freedom was taking effect, getting a hold of her. She smiled more. Walked more. Laughed. She thought I didn't see her watching the skies, breathing in the world like it belonged to her.But she was mine.The world wouldn't understand, I know she's my blood sister, my twin I shouldn't think
AUDACUS Eighteen years have passed, and the world no longer mentions my name with the same trembling reverence. But I have not been idle.I watch from the manor's balcony perched on the edge of the Obsidian Cliffs. The air is cool and fresh here, with a hint of distant storms and salt from the ocean far below. My daughter, Akasha, is practicing with her twin blades under her brother Akael's watchful eye. They are seventeen now—sharp-eyed, intelligent, and beautiful in ways that remind me of her. Hailey. She has no idea that she has two kids with me whom I've tailored to fit my preferences and would help me take over the world itself and not even Hailey herself can interrupt my plan, she'd be too busy trying to recover from the emotional blow I'm about to deal her.I am not oblivious to the irony. The Queen I tried to destroy lives on through their blood, in the determination of Akasha's jaw, in the fire that blazes behind Akael's eyes when he defends his sister. They are her very ima