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Chapter 51 – “Echoes of a Curse”
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The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 80 – The Final Pieces
Elder Jack’s POV The flickering candlelight casts long shadows across the stone walls of my study. I sit behind my desk, fingers steepled, eyes fixed on the parchment map rolled out before me—my blueprint for chaos. Two weeks have passed since the mirror’s whispers began to reach me through my network of spies. The Queen’s pet executioner and her loyal misfits have found it. I don’t need magic to know what that means: time is running out. I lean back in my chair, smiling faintly. But not for long. Two daughters. Two perfect pawns. One upstairs, sweet and trusting. Hazel eyes, like mine. Loyal to her “father,” and blind to the truth. One beneath, pale and soft-spoken. Emerald eyes, like her treacherous mother. Tamed with stories of illness, of fear. Isolated until she believes the world itself is poison. I’ve split them so carefully—like the blade of a dagger. Sharpened each edge against the other. And when the time comes, I’ll let Eva choose the wrong one. She’ll swing
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 79 – The Question Without an Answer
Sonia’s POV I lean against the cold stone wall of the hidden library, arms crossed tight, trying not to sneeze from the dust that tickles my nose. The air smells old—like forgotten secrets and failed hopes. Thick, heavy, and crawling with dread. Across the room, Eva stands by the ancient table where the Queen’s book lies open, its pages faintly glowing, pulsing with the rhythm of the storm outside. Thunder rumbles, like the castle itself is groaning under the weight of our problems. “We’re running in circles,” I mutter, voice barely louder than the rain tapping the windows. “All this talk, and still no closer to the truth.” Theo shoots me a sharp look. “We’re closer than yesterday.” “Are we?” I snap, feeling the frustration curl in my gut. “Because I still don’t know which twin is innocent, and which one was trained to kill us all.” The room goes suddenly quiet. Trixie stops twisting her dagger between her fingers. Parker’s smirk vanishes like someone stole his joke. Even
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 78 – The Weight of Truth
Theo’s POV I sit at the table, watching this crazy group eat breakfast and laugh—like a dysfunctional family bound by something deeper than just survival. From the moment I told them we’d be heading somewhere for a serious discussion after breakfast, I could feel Eva tense beside me, like she already knows exactly what I’m about to do. One by one, as they finish eating, they stand up and fall into line, waiting silently for me to lead the way. I rise as well, feeling the weight of their expectant gazes, and without another word, I guide them out of the living room . The castle feels heavier today—like the walls are holding their breath, waiting for something to break. I lead the group through dim, twisting halls, past towering statues of ancestors frozen in stone, their eyes forever watching. Each step echoes in the silence, a slow, steady drumbeat in my chest—part memory, part dread. The weight of what Eva told me last night presses down on me like a stone. “Where are we goin
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 77 – Reflections and revelations
Eva’s POV We reach the castle just as the clouds part, letting moonlight spill over the grounds. It feels like stepping out of one world and back into another—familiar, but sharper somehow. The stones underfoot are cold. The silence of the forest clings to us even as the guards open the gate. Inside, the warmth hits like a soft punch. Light. Heat. People. The scent of roasted meat and fresh bread winds through the hallways, and someone—probably Cook—shouts at a clumsy servant behind the kitchen doors. We’re home. Or as close to it as this place ever gets. Dinner is waiting in the smaller dining hall. Trixie snags the first seat and already has a roll in each hand before anyone can protest. “Those were decorative,” Parker says, sitting across from her and stealing one anyway. She stabs him with a butter knife—not hard, but enough to make a point. “Touch my carbs again and I’ll curse your eyebrows off.” “I’ve survived worse,” he says with a shrug. “Besides, I’m pretty sure
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 76 – Shadows and Sass
Eva’s POV We’re barely ten steps down the tower when Parker trips over his own foot. “Watch it, klutz,” Trixie says, grabbing his arm before he face-plants down the spiral staircase. “Try not to die. It’d ruin my day.” “Don’t flatter yourself, Witchlet,” Parker mutters. “I’m just allergic to stone and bad attitudes.” Behind us, Lenny yelps. “I swear something touched me. Right here. Right on the butt.” Michael, sounding too tired for this, says, “That was me pulling you forward before you walked into a spiderweb.” “I’d rather walk into a spiderweb than stay one more minute in this haunted place,” Lenny whines, practically skipping down two steps at a time. “That book screamed at me.” “It didn’t scream,” Sonia calls from the middle of the group. “It whispered.” “Even worse!” Lenny shrieks like the drama student he never got to be. I keep moving, brushing cobwebs off my shoulder, pretending not to smile. The tension is still here—tight, coiled—but it’s wrapped in sarca
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 75 – The Final Clue
Eva’s POV The ancient library has settled into an uneasy calm. Dust floats in beams of silver moonlight pouring through the tall arched windows, swirling like the ghosts of whispered secrets. Every step echoes just a bit too loud. Every creak of the floor feels like a warning. I trace my fingers along the shelf where the mirror once rested. My pulse is still too fast. It’s not just what I saw—or didn’t see. It’s the sensation, thick in the air, like something had been waiting for us here. And now… it’s finished. “Anything else?” Trixie asks with a yawn, stretching her arms exaggeratedly. “No more creepy objects? No cursed portraits staring into my soul?” Parker glances sideways at a cracked oil painting. “Don’t tempt the spirits. That one’s blinking.” “Liar.” She squints at it anyway. Their voices fade into background noise as I step toward the far wall. A faint pulsing light catches my eye—behind an overturned chair, near a neglected corner of the room. A shelf of scrolls
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 74 – The Reflection
Eva’s POV I sit cross-legged on the cold stone floor, a folded blanket beneath me and the mirror resting on an old crate I’ve dragged from the corner. Its frame is colder than the floor beneath my thighs—but somehow, also warm. Like it knows I’m here. Like it’s breathing with me. The carved symbols around the edge pulse faintly, glowing like a heartbeat. I reach out and touch one, expecting the usual shock of magic. But it hums. Behind me, the library is unusually quiet—books are still everywhere, teetering on chairs, spilled across open scrolls, and abandoned halfway through mid-theory. Someone left a cup of tea on the arm of a couch. Probably Parker. It’s cold now. I’m pretty sure he forgot about it three hours ago. The mirror doesn’t care. It’s more interested in me. Or maybe… just the version of me it wants to show. Those eyes. Not mine. Not storm gray—silver. Bright, glowing, and not quite… human. I rub at my own eyes. Nope. Still normal in every other mirror. “
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 73 – The Shadow Beneath
Unknown Location – The Depths of the Forsaken Vale The flames in the underground chamber burn green, casting flickering shadows across walls carved with ancient sigils. They pulse with dark energy, each a living shard of the curse etched into time. The Black Mage stands at the center of the circle, black robes clinging to his skeletal frame like smoke. His eyes, coal-pit red, fix on the firelight. He shows no joy. No fear. Only hunger. He feels it. The pull. The mirror has awakened. “So,” he rasps, voice like silk fraying on steel, “the little Queen has found her toy.” The curse—his masterpiece—still coils around the kingdom. A serpent of shadow slithering through bloodlines, dreams, and destinies. And now, after all these years, the final threads begin to tighten. Just as he designed. “My daughter served well.” He turns, fingers brushing the chipped edge of an obsidian altar. Her name is carved there in a dead language —one the land itself has forgotten. “They calle
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 72 – The White Wizard Awakens
Unknown Location ‘Eva may be the mirror’s chosen, but he was the one who made it.’ The candle’s flame does not flicker, even though the wind howls outside the stone walls. The tower stands tall and still, hidden in a forgotten fold of the world where time runs sideways and memory lingers like dust on every surface. The White Wizard sits cross-legged within a ring of runes, hand-carved over centuries into the floor’s cold stone. His breath is slow. Steady. His fingers hover just above the crystal pool in front of him. The surface begins to stir. Ripples move outward, not from touch, but from thought. A face rises from the water. Eva. Her image swirls into focus—brows drawn, eyes narrowed—but it’s not her expression that matters. It’s the color of her eyes. Gray shifting into glacial blue. The wizard exhales, a sound like tired parchment folding in on itself. “It begins again.” His voice is soft. Ancient. It carries the weight of too many years and not enough action.
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