LOGINThe dense forest of Russia was filled with heavy silence, broken only by the rustling of dry branches beneath Natalia’s feet. The wind cut like blades, bringing with it the scent of death itself — though she tried to ignore it. With every step, she believed she was far enough away, beyond Dmitry’s reach, beyond the Goddess’s gaze.But she was not.Nikita was the first to find her. He emerged from the shadows as if he were part of them, his expression cold and impenetrable. She instinctively recoiled, her heart racing, but his gaze held no threat, only the inevitable message:“He is coming.”And then the entire forest seemed to tremble.The air filled with an energy impossible to contain. Roots shook beneath the earth, crows stirred in the trees as if they recognized the true owner of that territory. Dmitry appeared through the mist, now more than an Alpha, more than a Lycan. He was the Guardian of the Goddess himself — blue eyes blazing, skin marked by ancestral energy, an essence that
The Rurik mansion in Moscow, illuminated by torches and discreet lights intertwined with winter flowers, seemed to breathe. The ancient walls, guardians of the Rurik lineage, would witness not only the union of an Alpha with his Predestined, but the coronation of a new time.The central courtyard, covered by a large translucent glass structure, revealed the night sky dotted with stars. Amid the softly fallen snow, magical heat kept the space welcoming. Trees had been brought in on purpose, creating a natural circle in the center of the hall, where an arch intertwined with branches, white flowers, crystals, and runic symbols that glowed softly stood.Dmitry, in an impeccable black suit, stood beside the arch. His imposing presence seemed to intensify even more that night. His albino hair reflected the soft candlelight, and his blue eyes were filled with a contained emotion, almost fierce. He looked like a warrior who had finally conquered what the gods had promised — and no one would d
The Rurik mansion, even with all its technological advances, was a stronghold where the ancient and the modern danced side by side. And among enchanted toys that organized themselves and voice-activated holograms, there was a child who was about to disrupt all natural laws: Demyan.And on that late afternoon, while he ran through the corridors with an enchanted plush dragon floating behind him, something changed.“Catch it, little dragon! But don’t bite!” he warned, his white hair messy, his eyes shining with the joy of someone who didn’t yet know the power he carried.It was when he slipped on the rug and fell on his bottom that everything happened.“Ouch!”His lower lip trembled. The tears came… but they didn’t fall.The little one closed his eyes and stretched his hands into the air, as if searching for something invisible.The plush dragon trembled… And suddenly it became huge. Real. An ethereal being with translucent scales, golden eyes, and shining wings the size of a mare appea
Two days after the Goddess’s Return, the first emissaries arrived at the Rurik mansion.One by one, they came: representatives from distant clans, houses of witches who had hidden for centuries, priests and intermediaries. Some with offers of alliance. Others simply to see with their own eyes what they had judged to be nothing more than legend.MEETING HALL OF THE RURIK MANSIONThe oval table occupied almost half the hall. Dmitry, now with a calmer and more imposing gaze, sat at the center. Susan, in a black dress with her red hair loose, held Demyan in her lap with a naturalness that defied any protocol.Beside them, Alexei whispered:“The one on the right is from the House of Vienna. Suspicious but proud. They don’t lower their heads even if they’re on fire.”Susan smiled.“And the one with the feather cloak?”“Warlock from the Brotherhood of the Seventh Cycle. He already tried to sell a vision about you for five thousand euros on the deep web.”Sasha, sitting a little further away,
The house was silent. Not the fragile silence when a baby sleeps, but the dense silence that hangs when destiny manifests itself.Demyan slept in the crib beside them, wrapped in an aura of protection as ancient as the forgotten names of the Earth.Susan observed the child. Sitting on the edge of the bed, her red hair falling like waves of blood and fire over her shoulders.Dmitry entered the room slowly. He closed the door without a sound.She knew he was there — she felt it before the first step.“He came,” she said, without turning her face.Dmitry remained standing for a moment, watching her in the soft twilight.“He did.”“There was a girl with him. I didn’t see her… but I felt her. She is… calm. Like spring water. But inside her there is a strength the entire world could not contain.”Susan finally looked at him. And for a moment, it wasn’t just the red-haired woman with intense eyes that he loved.It was the Goddess. But a goddess without arrogance, without a crown, without a t
The air inside the Rurik mansion carried the scent of freshly baked bread, sliced fruit, strong coffee, and, for the first time in a long while, hope.In the master bedroom, where luxury was not ostentation but an expression of care, everything was calm.Soft rugs, hand-embroidered French fabric curtains, light wood furniture enchanted with spells of silence and comfort. The walls in warm tones now reflected the heat of the new cycle that was beginning.Demyan stirred even before the first sound.He did not cry. He simply furrowed his brow, eyes still closed, tiny hands opening and closing into tight fists, as if testing the universe for the first time.Susan was already awake. Dmitry had left a few minutes earlier, under the pretext of “seeing what Marina had prepared.”But she knew. He only wanted to make sure nothing was lacking for her and the child who now slept in a modern crib, enchanted with ancient runes and embroidered with threads of silver.A crib designed by Alexei, bless
The sound of chains dragging echoed lowly through the underground corridors of the Rurik mansion.Alexei and Sasha walked side by side, the bloodied bodies of the traitors being carried by guards to the dungeons. A forgotten wing, where only names that brought shame to the clan were buried alive in
The medical wing room was immersed in soft penumbra, cut only by the faint glow of the surveillance runes in the corners of the ceiling.Susan breathed with difficulty, her monitored heartbeat pulsing at a steady rhythm. But inside, her mind was a whirlwind.Shadows.Muffled screams.The sound of a
Moscow had a gray sky that morning, and the Rurik mansion was wrapped in a tense silence, as if even the walls were awaiting the outcome of the impending storm.Security was on full alert. Gates sealed by runes, surveillance doubled, direct orders from Dmitry that no one was to enter or leave.It w
The monitoring center of the Rurik mansion was not in plain sight. Hidden behind a magical wall in the west wing, it looked like an ordinary room… until Alexei ran his hand over the seals carved into the black wood.The surface glowed in a deep blue tone, and the door dissolved into fine particles,







