LOGINThe world seemed to stop. No one moved. No one breathed. No one even dared to blink as the frigid air clung to the courtyard.Because Nyx's words had completely shattered every single thing they thought they knew about the war.*I created him.*Caelan stared down at the black obsidian spear protruding directly from the center of his chest, his breath hitching. Dark crimson blood dripped heavily onto the pale palace stones—ancient blood, immortal blood, the blood of a forgotten prince who had once loved far too deeply.His dimming eyes slowly lifted toward the winged woman standing before him. For the first time in a thousand painful centuries—the terrifying Shadow Wolf looked utterly, completely betrayed. "No..." His voice was entirely weak, broken into a raspy whisper. "That is... impossible."Nyx smiled. It was a terrible, mocking smile; the smile of a patient mastermind who had waited a millennium for this exact revelation. "Impossible?" She stepped closer, her boots clicking softl
No one spoke. No one moved. No one even seemed capable of breathing properly as the frigid night air settled over the stones.Because there were ordinary family secrets. There were carefully guarded royal secrets. There were ancient, terrifying secrets buried deep within the forbidden archives.And then, there was this.The Shadow Wolf. The Devourer of Realms. The cataclysmic creature responsible for tearing down ancient kingdoms and commanding the absolute worst nightmares of the dark. The primordial being prophesied to bring about the literal end of civilizational existence.Was apparently—Family.Aiden blinked several times, his large eyes shifting between the adults. Then, he looked straight up at Queen Lyssandra. "So..."The ancient queen let out a heavy, ragged sigh, the weight of a thousand years pressing down upon her shoulders. "Yes, my darling. He is your great-uncle."The little boy thought about it. He wrinkled his forehead, tapping his chin, processing the information fo
The grand palace courtyard was silent. Painfully, agonizingly silent. Even the shimmering dragon spirits hovering overhead seemed deeply uncertain, their translucent forms drifting aimlessly against the dark clouds.Because moments ago, the mighty, three-hundred-and-twenty-two-sheep-owning Dragon King had discovered he was a biological father.And he was absolutely not handling the administrative logistics well.Eryx paced frantically back and forth across the white stone tiles, his boots clicking sharply. "I don't understand. I literally do not remember this event. I don't even like enchanted elvish wine!"Kael folded his muscular arms over his chest plate, his expression completely unbothered by the king's existential crisis. "Nobody actually likes enchanted wine, Your Highness. That's precisely why it's legally called enchanted wine."Selena held baby Luna protectively against her leather armor, her features entirely unreadable as she processed the revelation. "So..." She turned he
The palace courtyard was deathly silent.Only the wind moved, carrying a biting chill that frosted the stone. Only the dragon spirits whispered, their translucent forms hovering overhead like low-hanging storm clouds. They were watching. They were waiting.And in the middle of it all—Baby Luna yawned. She was completely unbothered by the cosmic weight pressing down upon the keep.Selena tightened her hold around the infant, her posture locking into a defensive shield. "No," her voice was firm, carrying the fierce protective instinct of a warrior, though her chest tightened with an absolute undercurrent of terror. "Absolutely not."The dragon spirit tilted its translucent head, the movement slow and ghostly. Its hollow, crimson-rimmed eyes never left Luna. "The Bride has awakened. She belongs to the Ancient Pact."Killian stepped forward, his massive form radiating a dangerous, golden power that crackled visibly around his leather bracers. "She’s a baby."The spirit remained entirely
The grand throne room emptied in a matter of frantic seconds.Killian moved first, a blur of golden Alpha energy leading the vanguard. Seraphina followed immediately behind him, her hands still faintly glowing with the remnant sparks of her healing magic. Selena hurried after them, cradling the silver-swaddled infant, Lady Luna, tightly against her chest plate, while Kael drew his broadsword with a sharp, metallic ring. Morwen walked unusually fast for someone who spent half her mornings loudly complaining about the dampness in her knees.Aiden scrambled to keep up at the absolute rear of the group, his small bare feet slapping enthusiastically against the cold marble floorboards.Killian didn't stop walking, but he glanced sharply over his broad shoulder. "No."Aiden blinked, pausing mid-stride. "No what, Dad?""You are staying inside the inner keep. Behind the iron reinforcements.""But—""No."Aiden puffed out his chest, completely undeterred. "What if the giant silver dragon out t
Princess Selena read the hurried parchment note a second time. Then a third. She read it a fourth time, her eyes tracing the jagged, frantic slant of the black ink as if the words might somehow magically rearrange themselves into an order that made historical or logical sense.They did not. They only became more impossible, more deeply intertwined with the unraveling web of their family's bloody legacy.Aiden peeked over the top of her polished silver gauntlet, his chin resting precariously against the cold metal plate of her arm. "So..." he began, breaking the stillness of the midnight garden with his small, inquisitive voice. "Lady Selene has a tiny baby?"Selena nodded numbly, her gaze remaining entirely anchored to the crinkled page. "Apparently so, Aiden.""And she left her right here in our fountain?""Apparently.""And that makes her a real-life princess too?"Selena let out a long, ragged exhale that clouded faintly in the crisp midnight air. "Apparently."Aiden’s face instant
The moment should have been perfect.A father meeting his son.A family finding its way back together.A wound that had remained open for five years finally began to heal.But fate was rarely kind.The palace trembled.A deep rumble rolled through the stone floor.The walls shook violently.Chandel
The palace was silent.Not the peaceful silence of sleep.The dangerous silence that followed an attack.Guards patrolled every corridor.Servants whispered behind closed doors.And throughout the kingdom, rumors spread faster than wildfire.An assassin had entered the palace.The mysterious child
The council meeting ended in chaos.Nobles argued.Commanders demanded answers.The elders whispered prayers to the Moon Goddess.And throughout it all, one question lingered.Why had the wolves come?Seraphina left the chamber before anyone could stop her.Something deep inside her was pulling her
Seraphina did not sleep.After Aiden's strange words, sleep became impossible.He isn't dead.The boy had spoken with such certainty.Such conviction.As though he hadn't guessed.As though he somehow knew.The moonlight streamed through the chamber windows, casting silver patterns across the floor







