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The Door That Closes
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The Last Moonbane Crown Without Mercy
Ambrosius’s POVI’ve always known who Corwin was.Not because he told me.But because he didn't.Not when I was thirteen, and he sat at the end of the table, smiling too politely as my father slammed his fists into that same wood.Not when I was seventeen, and my elder brother disappeared after “disappointing the line.”Not when I seized the house seat, covered in blood, and he bowed so easily it almost made me suspicious.Corwin survived when no one else did.And not once did he flinch.Not when I cut down the ones who stood in my way.Not when I declared my name as heir, with no one left to contest it.He smiled. He congratulated me. And he stepped just far enough aside to look harmless.I should have looked deeper.I should have known.Now I stood in the black stone chamber he’d prepared, and the man I should’ve executed years ago watched me from behind a veil of shadow and magic.He was not angry. Not triumphant. Just… satisfied.“Do you think it was luck,” Corwin said, “that kept
The Last Moonbane The Door That Closes
Ambrosius’s POVWhen I decided to go after Corwin, I never intended to go alone.Despite what Seraphina might believe—despite what I might have said—I’m not reckless.And I’m certainly not sentimental enough to face my uncle without preparation.No, I brought my best.A team of six. Handpicked. Trained under my command. Trusted with secrets that even most of the Riddle line never learned.Some of them were mages. Others, wolves. One was neither.None of them had ever failed me.And if I had any chance of rooting Corwin out of whatever lair he’d chosen, I’d need all six.But that didn’t mean I intended for them to follow me into the heart.Because I knew Corwin.And Corwin didn’t build traps for groups.He built them for heirs.We reached the entrance under cover of mist and shadow.The southern leyline tunnels were far beneath the outer estates—buried in disused catacombs and old failed ritual sites.We had to bypass three blood-locked gates before the stone cracked open beneath our f
The Last Moonbane The Quiet War
Ambrosius’s POVI still remember the moment I saw her again.She was covered in blood. Not all of it hers, but too much of it was. Her clothes were torn, her face streaked with ash and dirt, her blade still in her hand even as her fingers trembled.And then she looked at me—just for a second.And collapsed.Something sharp cracked in my chest.For one terrible moment, I thought she’d died in front of me.But she was just unconscious.Exhausted.And somehow, that felt worse.I should’ve been relieved. I should’ve thanked the stars she was alive.Instead, I was furious.Not with her, exactly.But with the way she always ran toward the fire, no matter how many times I told her not to.I’d warned her.I’d told her what Corwin was.What he was capable of.That to bring him down would take more than righteous fury or clever schemes. It would take silence, patience, strategy. The kind of cold war that could go on for years.But Seraphina…She was flame.And flames don’t wait.She saw a threa
The Last Moonbane Ashes Beneath Marble
Seraphina’s POVThe trial was over.At least, that was what everyone wanted to believe.When we returned to Loisage, we weren’t students anymore—not really. We were survivors. And survivors don’t resume classes. They recover.For over a month, we stayed in the infirmary wing. The castle’s stone corridors were quieter than I’d ever known them. Classes were suspended. Examinations postponed. Letters from worried families flooded the administrative offices, until they, too, were silenced—by money, by influence, or by fear.The healers told me I was lucky.I didn’t feel lucky.I felt like something important had broken and no one was willing to say what it was.By the time I was strong enough to walk across my dorm room without seeing stars, the official reports had already been issued.Loisage had claimed full responsibility for the breach of containment, blaming an “unforeseen magical instability” within the trial site. The public statement used all the right words—tragedy, mourning, le
The Last Moonbane The Light That Found Us
Seraphina’s POVDawn didn’t break that morning.It crept in, slowly, like something ashamed of arriving late.The air was thin, almost brittle. Every breath tasted like soot. Even the wind—once wild, untamed—had gone still, as if the island itself was waiting for something to end.We were alive.But barely.We moved carefully through the woods, avoiding the trails choked with corrupted roots and blood-soaked leaves. The night’s battle had scattered us. Some had fled alone. Others had simply vanished.Now we searched for them.Stephen took the lead, sword in hand, his shoulders tense. Marta flanked the left edge of our sweep. I stayed in the center, watching every branch and shadow, counting every heartbeat.And then—A whistle.Low, three tones.We froze.It was a code. One we’d agreed on days ago, when we still believed this was just a trial.Stephen replied.And out of the underbrush came four students. Two I recognized immediately—Rina and Kel, both from my original group. The othe
The Last Moonbane The Danger
Seraphina’s POVIt began with the sound of dragging feet.At first, we thought it was wind scraping through the old stones of the gorge. But then it multiplied. Became staggered. Became purposeful.Too many feet.Too much breath.The others looked up from their places near the fire. Marta swore under her breath. Stephen had already drawn his blade before anyone said a word.“They’re coming,” he said.No one asked who.We all knew.The trees split open.Dozens—no, scores—of them, moving in jagged clusters across the black soil. Their bodies were wrong: too still in some places, twitching in others. Some had torn clothes, some no faces at all. Their eyes were hollow, glowing faintly from within.Each one wore a piece of jewelry.A pendant. A cuff. An earring.Their pace was slow.But they didn’t need to rush.They had already cornered us.“Scatter!” someone shouted.But it was too late for that.The gorge narrowed behind us. The eastern pass was already crawling with more of them. The w
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