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THE GATE OF FIRE

Author: Ana belle
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-14 23:12:51

The Gate of Fire loomed before them, an ancient stronghold carved into the cliffs that once protected kingdoms now long dust.

Massive spires jutted skyward, belching smoke and flame as if the earth itself rebelled against their approach.

The path leading to it was narrow, treacherous, and slick with blood already spilled in battles past.

But beyond that gate lay the last road to Nyros—and Veyra's destiny.

Jon stood at the front of their gathered forces, his armor battered, his face carved from stone.

His sword was drawn, his wolf just beneath his skin, ready to tear the world apart if it meant victory.

He turned, his gaze sweeping over the army assembled behind him: warriors from every surviving pack, bound together not by old loyalties, but by the desperate, burning will to survive.

At his side, Veyra tightened her grip around the mystical sword.

It hummed against her palm, alive, yearning for the battle ahead.

Zarek stood beside her, silent and steady.

Lioren and Rune flanked them,
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  • THE CURSE OF THE FIFTH MATE   THE FIRTH BOND FULFILLED

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  • THE CURSE OF THE FIFTH MATE   A KINGDOM OF GRAVES

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