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Trial Three: The Eclipse Duel
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The Forgotten Heiress: Rise of The Lycan Queen The Nightfall Siege
Dusk came with no warning. No call to arms, no trembling in the ground, no bray of horns or war drums. Only a silence that pressed its weight into the bones of Emberhold, as if the city itself was waiting for its eulogy. That silence pooled in every corner, stretched across the ramparts, slipped beneath doors and between ribs. It wasn’t the hush before violence. It was something older, an absence so complete that it hollowed out the world.Seren stood on the eastern tower’s scorched edge, eyes cast into a sky that had forgotten how to shine. Her cloak, once bright with the red and gold sigils of the Ashborn, hung heavy with ash, marked by too many nights spent waiting for prophecies to turn cruel. Her hands rested on the parapet, fingers twitching. The flame inside her did not roar. It pulsed, quiet, familiar, like breath that persists even after hope has been buried.Below her, watchfires flickered along the city’s outer ring, tiny resistances in the dark.One by one, they went out.
The Forgotten Heiress: Rise of The Lycan Queen Sirelia’s Poisoned Dream
It began as a pulse, a warmth that should not have been.In the dead hours, when even the bravest priests tiptoed the halls with incense and whispered prayers, and the torches guttered low as if to make themselves small, something moved beneath the Dustborn citadel. At first, it was easy to explain: a change in the pipes, perhaps, or an unseasonable humidity, or the restless shifting of old stones. But soon the warmth thickened. The flagstones underfoot grew hot, then slick, as if sweat beaded up from the marrow of the world.The servants whispered, first in jest, then in fear. Something wrong, they murmured, something not ours. Something hungry.Down in the sanctum, the carved sigils flared, red at first, then a sickly gold, crawling from pillar to pillar like veins. A low hum, just at the edge of hearing, vibrated through every bench and bowl. The altar cloth, always pristine, yellowed as if time had sped up around it.Sirelia sat at the centre, utterly still. The Bone Throne rose u
The Forgotten Heiress: Rise of The Lycan Queen The Storm Pact
The storm did not come as storms do, not as a warning, not as a build, not even as an arrival. It was simply there, unannounced, replacing the clear sky above Emberhold with a darkness so sudden, so absolute, it felt as if memory itself had failed to recall the sun. One moment, the city gleamed with the newness of hope, fresh banners, the laughter of children, the clatter of forge and market.The next it was cast in shadow, light swallowed as ink devours paper, the horizon erased, the world suspended in something more primal than fear.Seren stood alone on the western ridge, the highest place near the city’s edge, where the wind could speak in its language. She clutched Ansel’s journal to her chest, knuckles white. She had read the last entry hours ago. She had read it again and again, as if understanding would come by sheer force of will, or perhaps by exhaustion.But understanding did not come.Only the slow, sick churn of history. Of secrets, oaths, sacrifices, and the feeling that
The Forgotten Heiress: Rise of The Lycan Queen The Secret Flame
The ember tunnels beneath Emberhold were not built for the living.They wound beneath the city in patterns even the oldest maps failed to chart, tunnels carved by flame, reshaped by generations of unseen hands. There were no names carved above the arches, no markers or shrines, no songs sung to comfort the roots or drive away the darkness. Only echoes clung to the walls. Sometimes, if you listened with the right kind of fear, they whispered of choices made in secret, of a bloodline twisted not by ambition, but by memory and the desperate hope to protect what should never have been left behind.Vessa had never wanted to be a keeper of secrets. She was a blade, a sentinel. Her life was one of patrols, perimeters, the careful rhythm of discipline and vigilance. But sometimes, in Emberhold, the flame did not call with heat. Sometimes, it is called with absence. Sometimes, the absence itself was a message.She was deep into a patrol shift, third bell, boots silent on stone, when she felt i
The Forgotten Heiress: Rise of The Lycan Queen The General of the Veil
The Bone Throne did not sleep.It never had, not truly. It waited, even as centuries passed, a silent monument to everything the world had lost and forgotten. Beneath the arching towers of Iskhar, where the wind howled as if mourning its extinction, memory gathered like fog around the altar of bone and ash. Some legends called it a seat of gods; others whispered it was the skeleton of a world that died screaming.Sirelia stood at the base of the throne, the heavy silence of the Dustborn sanctum pressing down on her lungs. The world outside was chaos, dust-storms scouring the city’s old wounds, torchlight bobbing in the eyes of hungry priests, the wind’s edge a blade honed by grief. But in here, everything was still. Even the air seemed to mourn.Sirelia’s robes, spun from flame-touched silk, were inscribed with runes that bled where the threads crossed scars. She wore no crown, only crimson wrappings on her hands, remnants of the last rite that had failed to buy her any peace. Her eye
The Forgotten Heiress: Rise of The Lycan Queen Kael’s Madness
It began with a flicker.A single, stuttering spark behind Kael’s eye, a ripple that was not pain, but something colder. A warning, like the moment before a muscle tears. In the half-dark of the war council chamber, amid maps blackened by fire and blood, the silence stretched too long and too thin. Rune-lanterns guttered and died, snuffed by an unseen hand, leaving only the trembling light of broken sigils to mark the space between heartbeats.Kael was a circle unto himself, curled on the mosaic floor, a body ringed by shattered Oathfire and failed intentions. The air vibrated with the memory of violence. Each rune hissed where it touched his skin, as if even the oldest magic could no longer accept him.Lucien crouched beside him, hands slick with blood but steady, murmuring fragmented incantations meant to keep the Plague from blooming anew. Still, sickness crept under Kael’s flesh, roots of silver and shadow worming through his veins, crawling toward a heart that was his, but no lon
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