FAZER LOGINThe palace dining room gleamed with opulence as King Nico and others gathered around the long mahogany table. The bright big chandelier hung at the top, illuminating their faces each.King Nico, seated at the head of the table, began with a hearty welcome. He seemed excited to have all his family and future family together. "Lord Zach," he said, lifting his goblet in a toast, "it’s an honor to have you with us. Your influence in the eastern regions speaks volumes, and it’s a privilege to strengthen our alliance."Lord Zach, every inch the dignified figure, returned the gesture, raising his glass. "Thank you, Your Majesty. The strength of this kingdom’s lineage is evident, especially with the next generation stepping into their roles." His gaze swept the table, lingering on Silas and Ziya, as he added, “And soon, I hope to see my family’s connection with the royal line deepen.”The table fell silent for a moment, the statement heavy with implication. Ziya, seated next to Silas, flashed
Bryan stood in front of his mirror, fastening the buttons of his shirt, only half-dressed. He had been up since dawn, trying to shake off the restless night that had left him in a foul mood. As he adjusted his collar, he heard the door creak open. Without knocking, Zenith walked in, carrying a tray and her usual calm demeanor, but the sight of him dressing froze her in her tracks.“Oh! I’m so sorry, sir!” She quickly turned on her heel, but her feet stayed planted as if she couldn't decide whether to flee or stay.Bryan sighed, grabbing a nearby robe and slipping it over his shoulders. “Zenith, it’s fine. Come in.”She turned back slowly, keeping her gaze down, clearly embarrassed. Bryan settled himself into an armchair, motioning for her to step forward. She approached cautiously, eyes still cast toward the ground. “I didn’t mean to intrude, sir. I… I forgot to knock.”Bryan dismissed it with a small wave of his hand, his tone even. “Don’t worry about it, Zenith.”She nodded, finally
Noelle strolled through the palace gardens, taking her time to relish in the evidence of the ripe flowers and green plants. It was one of her last few days here, and she felt the need to take a quiet walk, to reconnect with the peace she had always found in nature. She brushed her fingers over the leaves and closed her eyes, breathing in the scent of roses and jasmine that floated on the breeze. For a brief moment, everything else faded away, Voren, the chaos, even her father’s expectations. It was just her, alone with the calming whispers of the garden.As she stood there, Silas appeared from behind one of the pillars, his eyes locked on her. He had been passing by when he caught sight of her, the sight unexpectedly drawing him in. Silas had intended to keep a low profile this afternoon, slipping away from his responsibilities for a moment of solitude. But now, seeing her standing in the middle of the garden, with the soft light surrounding her, he couldn’t resist the pull that broug
Nobody could get in between them, Silas made to go for Noelle but King Nico held him back. He didn’t want distractions, he need to know what was going on among the three.Noelle’s voice cut through the suffocating tension like a blade. "Voren, your lies are over. Tell them what you did, you wanted to destroy the palace, sacrifice Selene, and end the Lycan bloodline. That’s your true goal." She pointed at him, her magic flaring beneath her skin, she looked untamable now.Voren’s expression remained eerily calm, but the madness in his eyes flared. "A weak, foolish girl," he spat, his voice dripping with contempt. "You think you know everything, don’t you? Your meddling will cost you your life." He turned to the rest of the room, trying to twist the narrative in his favor. "Noelle and Bryan are conspiring against me. They’re trying to take power, to turn everyone against me!"Silas, who had been watching silently, his body tensed like a predator ready to pounce, couldn’t stay quiet any l
The grimoire splayed open before Noelle. The pages smelled of age and dark magic, and as her fingers traced the worn, archaic symbols, she felt a wave of foreboding wash over her. This book was a key, a tool she could use to weaken Voren, but it was also dangerous, filled with secrets older than the kingdom itself. She had to be careful.The book contained spells—spells to disrupt power, to bind magic, and to unearth hidden truths. Her eyes flicked over each page carefully, her breathing steady, as she absorbed every detail. Some of the spells were written in a language she didn’t fully understand, but her instincts guided her through the process. A quiet incantation filled the room as she whispered one of the simplest binding spells, testing its strength. The bulbs flickered in response, dimming ever so slightly as a faint breeze curled through the room.Noelle felt the pull of magic through her veins, a quiet surge of energy that made her heart race. This is it, she thought happily.
Noelle had been watching Voren closely for days, keeping her movements subtle and her senses sharp. She had her suspicions about his plans, especially after Bryan’s guarded words about him, but nothing concrete until now. Standing hidden behind a column in the courtyard, she saw a man approach Voren. He was cloaked in a hidden corner, speaking quietly with a slight nod, and soon after, a sleek black car arrived to carry him away. Without hesitation, Noelle slipped away, borrowing a vehicle from the palace’s security. Silas had taught her to drive back when they were together, and though it had been a while, her hands found the wheel easily.As the car turned down the winding roads, a plan formed in her mind. She whispered an incantation, casting a spell that muffled her presence from any magical detection. She knew Voren was sharp and might sense her if she wasn’t careful.————Noelle followed the car to a secluded, ominous mansion. The large estate was surrounded by thick trees and h







