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Chapter 112: The Realm Between
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Sacrifice Of The Heart Chapter 1: The Royal Prophecy & First Glimpse of the Mafia Heir
The ballroom was suffocating.Gold chandeliers dripped with candlelight, casting a warm glow over the sea of noblemen and courtiers who swayed in time with the music. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and spiced wine, but beneath the perfume and luxury, Elara could smell something else—deception.She sat at the royal table, her posture poised, a delicate mask of indifference hiding the storm brewing inside her.Tonight was supposed to be a celebration—her father, King Aldric, had arranged this grand affair to solidify alliances, ensuring the throne’s continued power over Avarath. But Elara knew better. This wasn’t about unity.It was about control.“Princess, you’ve been quiet all evening.”Elara turned her head slightly at the voice. Duke Rathford, a man twice her age with wandering hands and an even more dangerous ambition, smirked at her from across the table.She forced a smile. “Just admiring the company, my lord.”His smirk widened, but before he could spew another tir
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The night was deep when Elara slipped away from the grand hall, the echoes of laughter and music fading as she entered the dimly lit corridors of the palace. Her head was still spinning from the presence of the Moretti family—from him.Vesper Moretti.There had been something unsettling about the way he watched her, as if he already knew a secret about her that she didn’t. She had tried to ignore him, to pretend his presence was nothing more than an unfortunate formality. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that his arrival meant something more.And so, she followed her instincts.Elara moved through the hallways like a shadow, her gown whispering against the stone floor. The guards were stationed at their usual posts, oblivious to her movements. They had grown used to her late-night wanderings—had stopped questioning them long ago.She had just turned a corner when she saw it. A flicker of movement.Someone was there.Elara pressed herself against the cold wall, her pulse quickening.
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Elara barely made it back to her chambers before the weight of what had happened crashed over her like a storm.She shut the door behind her, pressing a hand to her chest as if that would slow the frantic beat of her heart. But nothing could erase the lingering heat from Vesper’s touch—or the terrifying power that had surged between them.What was that?Elara had spent her life studying magic, its rules, its dangers. She knew of blood magic, of ancient spells carved into history, of power locked away by kings who feared what they could not control.But this?This was something else entirely.The prophecy whispered through her mind. The one her father feared. The one that dictated her fate.“One must die for the other to thrive.”Her stomach twisted. She had always dismissed it as nothing more than an old warning. A tale spun to keep her from questioning the kingdom’s past.But what if it was real?And what if Vesper Moretti was the key to it?A knock at her door made her spin, her pul
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The scent of rain lingered in the air as Elara made her way through the dimly lit halls of the palace. The festivities had long ended, yet the weight of Vesper Moretti’s presence still clung to her skin like an invisible mark.She should have gone to her chambers, pretended none of this had happened.But something inside her refused to let it go.She needed answers.And there was only one place in the palace where secrets whispered louder than truths.The restricted wing.Her footsteps barely made a sound against the marble as she descended a narrow staircase, the torches along the stone walls flickering as if they, too, feared the shadows beyond.Her father had forbidden her from venturing down here—too many things buried in these halls.But if Vesper Moretti had broken the rules tonight, so would she.Reaching the iron doors at the end of the corridor, Elara hesitated. A warding rune was etched into the frame, meant to deter intruders. It wouldn’t stop her—she had spent years memori
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The grand halls of the Valenhart palace were alive with celebration. Chandeliers bathed the ballroom in golden light, their glow reflecting off the polished marble floors. Music swelled through the air, a haunting melody of strings and whispered promises. Nobles laughed behind jeweled masks, their eyes betraying secrets far deadlier than their smiles.Elara stood at the heart of it all, wearing a gown of deep sapphire that clung to her curves and shimmered with every movement. A delicate mask adorned her face, but it did little to hide her tension. This masquerade ball was more than just a lavish event—it was a test. Tonight, the royal family was hosting the most powerful figures in the kingdom, and hidden among them was the enemy who had orchestrated the recent assassination attempt.Her fingers curled into her silk gloves as she scanned the crowd. Every step she took was deliberate, measured, as if one wrong move could shatter the fragile illusion of control she barely held onto.An
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The world erupted in a violent surge of power. Elara barely had time to register Vesper’s shout before the explosion sent her body hurtling backward. A deafening roar of energy shattered the corridor, shaking the very foundations of the palace. Heat licked at her skin, and a blinding white light engulfed her vision before everything turned to darkness. For a terrifying moment, all she felt was weightlessness. Then—impact. The air was forced from her lungs as she crashed against the cold marble floor. Her head rang, pain radiating through her limbs. She gasped for breath, heart hammering, trying to focus through the haze of dizziness. The air crackled around her, still thick with lingering magic. Whoever had unleashed that power wasn’t just some common assassin—this was something more. Something darker. “Elara.” A deep, urgent voice broke through the ringing in her ears. A familiar warmth enveloped her as strong hands pulled her up. Vesper. His face was shadowed, but his grip
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The rain fell in a relentless downpour, soaking the cobbled streets of the undercity.Far from the burning palace, in a hidden quarter where crime and magic intertwined, a lone figure moved swiftly through the shadows. Cloaked in deep emerald, her hood drawn low, she didn’t dare slow her steps.She had seen the omens.And now, it was happening.Reaching an iron door at the end of the alley, she raised a trembling hand and knocked twice—pause—three times.A slot in the door slid open, revealing a pair of suspicious eyes.“I have a message,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rain. “For him.”Silence stretched. Then—the door creaked open just enough for her to slip inside.The room beyond was dimly lit by candles, the air thick with the scent of ink, parchment, and something darker—the unmistakable tang of blood magic.Figures in dark robes gathered around a circular table, their faces obscured by hoods. At the center sat a man draped in crimson, his fingers tapping idly a
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Pain.It was the first thing Elara felt as she drifted back to consciousness. A dull, throbbing ache spread through her body, but she forced herself to stay still, her breathing slow and even.The scent of smoke and blood lingered in the air.Memories of the palace attack crashed down on her like a tidal wave. The fire. The screams. The blade pressed to her throat.And then—him.The Wraith King.Her eyes snapped open.She was no longer in the palace.She lay on a cold, stone surface, the air damp and thick with the scent of earth. Underground.A flickering torch cast shadows on the rough walls, illuminating a small, windowless chamber. Heavy iron chains hung from the ceiling, and a single door stood at the far end, bolted shut.A prison.Her pulse quickened. She tried to move, but a sharp pain flared along her side. Looking down, she saw a bloodstained bandage wrapped tightly around her ribs.Someone had treated her wound.Before she could make sense of it, the door creaked open.Boot
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Sacrifice Of The Heart Chapter 112: The Realm Between
The fall was endless.Elara’s scream was stolen by the wind as she plunged through the rupture of the shattered gate. Light and shadow twisted around her like serpents, clawing at her skin, whispering half-formed truths.Then—silence.She landed hard on black marble, the air knocked from her lungs.Above her, the gate had sealed.Around her… nothing.No stars, no sky. Just a vast, endless hall of mirrors, each one reflecting a different version of her: Elara with burning eyes, Elara on a throne of bones, Elara drenched in blood. Her own fear stared back at her from every angle.Footsteps echoed.She whirled, heart racing.Vesper emerged from the darkness, blood trickling from his temple, eyes wild. “You shouldn’t have done that alone.”“I had to,” she whispered. “If I didn’t—”Kael’s voice cut through the stillness. “She would’ve died either way.”He stepped into view, dragging Dain behind him. Dain’s lip was bleeding, but he was conscious—and furious.“What is this place?” Elara aske
Sacrifice Of The Heart Chapter 111: Beneath the Obsidian Court
The sun had yet to rise when they reached the mouth of the forgotten passage—a jagged, rune-cracked staircase descending beneath the roots of the Obsidian Mountains. The air was thick with magic, the kind that pulsed beneath your skin and whispered madness in your ear. Elara felt it the moment they crossed the threshold.“This was built by the First Blood,” Dain murmured, running his fingers along the stone etched with forgotten sigils. “The original rulers—before the kingdom, before the laws.”“Before the prophecy,” Vesper added, his eyes narrowed, calculating. “Which means what’s hidden down there isn’t just powerful—it’s older than all of us.”Kael had said nothing for the past hour. He didn’t trust any of them—not Dain with his convenient knowledge, not Vesper with his secrets, and lately, not even himself.The path narrowed as they descended, their torches casting twitching shadows on the walls. Elara walked at the front, not because they let her, but because she had to. The pull
Sacrifice Of The Heart Chapter 110: The Crown Beneath the Flames
The sky ripped open.A thunderous roar echoed over the palace as golden lightning split the heavens, crackling through the enchanted dome that had protected the capital for centuries. Panic surged in the city below—citizens screamed, magic flared, and guards rushed to defend the walls. But inside the throne room, silence reigned, thick and paralyzing.Elara stared at the glowing parchment in her hand, its light pulsing like a heartbeat—her heartbeat.Kael stepped in front of her instinctively. “What did you do?”“I didn’t choose,” she whispered, stunned.Vesper’s voice sliced through the room like a blade. “You did. The moment your blood touched the truth, the magic reacted. You’ve awakened the weapon buried in the kingdom.”Dain unsheathed his blade. “Then this is war.”“No,” Elara snapped, raising her hand. “This isn’t war. Not yet. But it will be… if we don’t control what’s coming.”The parchment’s light dimmed suddenly, curling into ash between her fingers. But the rumble above di
Sacrifice Of The Heart Chapter 109: The Return of the Kingmaker
The air cracked like thunder as Elara stepped into the ancient ruins—the site the prophecy had led her to. Dain’s warning still echoed in her ears, but Kael’s hand was firm on her arm, his presence grounding her in the moment.She thought she’d felt everything a heart could endure. She thought she’d buried Vesper Moretti with the ruins of their forbidden love.But then came the shadow.Not magic. Not monster.Him.Clad in black, eyes like dark steel, Vesper Moretti emerged from the archway as though the kingdom itself had carved him from vengeance. His face was sharper, more dangerous—but the hunger in his eyes when they found hers was unmistakable.“Elara,” he said, voice low and lethal. “I told you once—nothing keeps me from what’s mine.”Her breath caught. The world tilted.Kael stepped in front of her. “You were dead.”Vesper didn’t blink. “You only kill what you understand. And you never understood me.”Then his eyes cut to Dain, who stood frozen with guilt carved into his expres
Sacrifice Of The Heart Chapter 108: The Bargain Beneath the Ashes
Kael carried Elara through the crumbling halls of the ruined citadel, her body limp in his arms. Ash rained from the vaulted ceiling like gray snow. The vault behind them had collapsed entirely, burying Dain—and the Ardent Mirror—beneath ancient stone and cursed light.Her skin was cold.Too cold.“Elara,” he whispered, brushing her hair back, smudged with soot and blood. “Don’t do this to me.”But her eyes remained shut. Her pulse fluttered weakly at her neck, like a thread unraveling.They had no time. He had no options.Except one.Kael turned toward the east chamber—the forbidden crypt beneath the old sanctum. No one went there. Not even Elara.Not even Dain.But Kael wasn’t just a warrior. He was raised by men who trafficked in blood oaths, trained by shadows who knew how to barter with things older than gods.He descended the narrow staircase two steps at a time, breath ragged, Elara cradled tightly in his arms.At the bottom stood a rusted iron gate carved with sigils no human
Sacrifice Of The Heart Chapter 107: Velvet Blades and Vows
Kael’s hand was still wrapped around Elara’s wrist as he pulled her through the dim corridor of the fortress, every stride radiating tension. The weight of silence between them was louder than screams.“Let go of me,” Elara hissed, twisting her arm in vain. Her pulse was pounding—equal parts fury and something far more dangerous.Kael turned, his face shadowed in the torchlight, eyes burning gold. “You walked into the lion’s den alone. Again. You think Dain would have spared you this time?”She yanked her hand free. “I didn’t need you to save me.”He laughed coldly. “No, you needed someone to die for you, apparently.”The air thinned between them. Elara stepped back, but he followed—always one step closer than she wanted, or maybe exactly where she needed him.“Why do you always do this?” she whispered, voice trembling.“Do what?” His voice dipped low, rough, intimate. “Follow you into danger? Break rules for you? Want you so badly it makes me lose my mind?”“You don’t want me,” she s
Sacrifice Of The Heart Chapter 106 – The darkness between us
Kael’s grip tightened painfully around Elara’s wrist, forcing her to wince.“Kael,” she said softly, “it’s me. It’s Elara. Let go.”But his eyes — gods, his eyes — they weren’t just wounded anymore.There was a storm swirling inside them, a violent force pressing against his soul, clawing to the surface.“I can feel them,” he rasped, voice cracking. “Inside me. Twisting.”Dain stepped forward cautiously, blade drawn but low.“He’s been tainted. The ritual—you weren’t the only one marked, Elara.”Elara knelt closer, ignoring the way Kael’s body shuddered under her touch.“Fight it,” she whispered. “Stay with me.”Kael’s fingers spasmed, finally releasing her wrist.He sagged against the wall, breathing in shallow, broken gasps.“I tried,” he muttered. “Tried to keep them out. But they promised me…” His voice broke. “They promised they’d spare you.”Elara’s stomach twisted violently.“Who?” she demanded. “Who promised?”But Kael’s head slumped forward, and for a terrifying moment, she t
Sacrifice Of The Heart Chapter 105: The Blood Price
The first rays of dawn barely kissed the horizon when Elara stood at the ancient altar hidden deep within the cliffs.The place reeked of old magic, of broken promises and shattered souls. Dark vines twisted through the stone, pulsing faintly as if remembering every curse ever whispered here.Dain arrived silently, his cloak trailing ash behind him. He carried a small obsidian blade — the kind crafted not for battle, but for sacrifice.“This is your last chance to turn back,” he said, voice low.Elara shook her head, her fingers curling into fists. “Kael wouldn’t give up on me. I won’t give up on him.”A brief flicker of emotion crossed Dain’s face — admiration, maybe grief. Then he drew a circle of salt around the altar and motioned for her to kneel.The ritual began with a chant — low, guttural words that made the very air vibrate. Shadows lengthened unnaturally, coiling around them like curious serpents.Elara pressed the blade to her palm without hesitation. Her blood spilled onto
Sacrifice Of The Heart Chapter 104: Ashes of Trust
The world was not the same.Elara staggered to her feet, coughing through the settling dust. Dain pulled her up roughly, his face bleeding from a cut above his brow, eyes burning with rage—and something worse. Fear.The ruins around them groaned and cracked. Whatever Kael had awakened, it was spreading like a sickness, bleeding through stone and earth alike. The once-familiar walls now felt hostile, every breath of air tasting of metal and ruin.“We have to move,” Dain barked, dragging her forward.“But Kael—” Elara tried to turn back toward the shattered altar, the spot where he had disappeared.Dain shook her hard enough to rattle her teeth. “He made his choice. Now we have to survive it.”Behind them, the ground caved in completely, swallowing the last remnants of the altar in a deafening roar. Dark vines slithered from the abyss, twisting and coiling like living nightmares.Elara didn’t realize she was crying until she tasted the salt on her lips.Kael.She had seen him—truly seen
