LOGINThe Shattered ThroneJace's POV “War! War! War!” That's all I could hear this period. Peace was not for the like of me anymore, because the pain eating me was meant to drain me completely, just the way the widow had planned it. All she's done is cause chaos, the type she knew Lucian would fall for. Lucian on the other hand is consumed by paranoia and listens to one at this point. He just acts on impulse and does whatever he feels fit to do and now, he's going to kill himself.The thing he fails to see is this is exactly what she wants. She wants him broken, she wants him to watch his failure and in the end, kill himself. That's why she hasn't killed him yet or any of us. All she's been doing is destroying our pillars and once she's succeeded in destroying all entirely, we'll have no other choice but to fall.And that's death. She has given me a chance to work with her, given Lucian a chance to join her, given Dimitri a chance to come back home, but we all threw it in her face, and n
Fire and Frost Jace's POVThe war erupted with a terrifying violence that showed The Widow’s meticulous planning. She didn't launch one strike, she launched a dozen. Exploding across the continent, multiple Vanguard facilities were hit simultaneously—shipping yards in Rotterdam, a data center in Frankfurt, and a currency clearing house in Zurich. The scale was designed to overwhelm our capacity to respond.We were bleeding assets and personnel faster than I could track them. The map in the command center, normally a show of Vanguard dominance, was now a horror show of flashing red indicators. The Widow’s forces were moving with the speed and precision of a brutal machine, exploiting every vulnerability I had missed.The collapse of my carefully constructed alliances was the most devastating blow. Fearing The Widow’s relentless power, the neutral remnants I had tried to sway were scrambling to sign non-aggression pacts with her, sacrificing Vanguard intelligence for their own surviva
The Serpent’s Crown Jace's POVWell, after the defeat, we were definitely not going to sleep in it and cry all day for failing. We restrategized and got new info.The Vienna International Ball was The Widow's stage. It was the height of diplomatic and financial society, and she chose it for her formal unveiling. Lucian saw it as an insult and a necessary target. I saw it as a trap, a place of death. I could feel it in my skin.We arrived in force, but secretly—Lucian, Dimitri, and myself, hidden in tuxedos and the grim knowledge that this night would not end peacefully, definitely not... The ballroom was golden and showed nothing but wealth and power. But the atmosphere immediately shifted the moment she arrived.The Widow made her appearance not through the main doors, but from a private balcony overlooking the main floor, descending from a curving staircase with the calm of a head of state she never was... She was rugged, so very beautiful, dressed in a simple, severe gown of d
Cold Embers Jace's POVThe mission to Marseille was supposed to be a clean success, a clean destruction of The Widow’s financial headquarters in the region. I had planned it carefully, taking note of every known possibility, every escape route, and every potential countermeasure. But war is a mix of preparation and chance, and in this case, chance won, so sad.A small security oversight, a single misidentified frequency, led to our failure. The Widow’s forces had anticipated the strike. Our team walked into the war ground we had prepared, but it was too late when we found out that we had just locked ourselves in a brutal, kill zone. We lost dozens of lives in the span of thirty minutes. Men I had lectured, men I had promised safety, they were all gone.The guilt was overwhelming and the weight crashed down on me at once. I was now a writer of death, and my methods had failed. I went through the motions of the analysis, my voice cold and heavy with pain, but inside, I was crumbling
DominionJace's POVLucian’s formal declaration of war was less a statement and more a detonation. He used every available media channel—from cryptic messages slipped into global financial feeds to direct, coded threats sent to every major power broker in the shadow world. He declared The Widow an anarchist, a threat to the stability of the global underworld economy, and the person behind Elio Vargas’s death. He wasn’t just declaring war; he was demanding that the world choose sides.The European underworld was destroyed instantly. The choice was brutal, join Vanguard, with its established routes and massive finance or join The Widow’s Syndicate, with its promise of ideological change and ruthless efficiency, or better still, retreat into the terrified, rapidly growing group of remnants. The lines were drawn in blood and profit and you had to pick a side.My role, newly solidified as Lucian’s strategist, became a whole day nightmare of logistics and cold calculation. I wasn’t carryin
The Mother of Winter Jace's POV Dimitri didn't just tell me The Widow's name; he opened a small, cold window into his past, showing me fragments of the terrifying legacy he was trying to outrun. His memories weren’t biased, they were pained and brutal accounts of his mother's meticulous, rise to power during the vacuum left by Lucian’s early expansions. He showed me, through his pained recollections, how she had moved from an anonymous wife into a power broker. She orchestrated coups in three small nations, not through bombs, but by systematically confusing the opposing political factions, then revealing their corruption simultaneously, letting the chaos consume them both. She bankrupted entire families not with physical threats, but with brilliant, cold-blooded short-selling and financial terrorism, creating a silent crime of wealth. She murdered rivals, not in street fights, but in sophisticated "accidents"—a faulty plane part, a sudden neurological disease, a misinterpreted







