All Chapters of Queen of Supernatural: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“To rise, you must burn. To rule, you must bleed.” Nyx’s POV — Ashborn Path, Second TrialThe obsidian mirror loomed ahead of me, tall as a tower, smooth as still water, and twice as cold. My name was carved beneath the reflection in letters too sharp to have been chiseled by hand.NYX LUMINA GRAY Daughter of Flame and Storm Fell before the Second DawnI stared into it. My reflection stared back—smaller, quieter, afraid. Not the version of me that fought shadow beasts or survived the first Phoenix Trial. This one looked lik

Mia’s POVThe silence in the war hall wasn’t peaceful—it was waiting.Heavy.Ancient.Like the air remembered what had once happened here and was holding its breath for what was about to happen again.I stood in the center, palms pressed against the cold edge of the obsidian table, staring at the six chairs that circled its heart. None of them were labeled, but they didn’t need to be. Each bore a sigil carved in elemental stone: flame, fang, moon, void, bone, and storm.Five of them were filled.The sixth, newly claimed.The seventh—still missing.Behind me,

“Not all power reveals itself in light or flame. Some are woven in silence, hidden in the folds of memory.”Mia’s POVI knew something was wrong when the shadows started whispering back.Not loud. Not terrifying. Just… wrong.It began after the council formed. After I let myself believe, for one breath, that we had a chance at building something stronger than war. That I could build a future with Damian. That I could stop seeing the world as a battlefield and start calling it home.But the realm didn’t agree.There was a corner in the eastern wing of the palace that hadn’t been there before. I passed it by accident—following a servant's shortcut I’d used a hundred times—and found a hallway that bent at an angle no architecture should allow. The torches flickered in reverse. The air was cold and humid, like it couldn’t decide what it wanted to be.And I heard it.My name. Whispered once, like a memory trying to survive its own death.“Mia.”Damian’s POVMia returned to our room pale.N

“You cannot rewrite what hasn’t been written. But you can remember it differently.” Mia’s POVTime wasn’t holding still anymore. It was… slipping.Some hours repeated. Others vanished. Once, I walked into a room to see myself already leaving it. We locked eyes. Then everything went black.When I woke up, Damian was holding me. Again.“Second time this week,” he said quietly.I didn’t ask what he meant by “second.” Because I remembered only one. Nyx’s POV

Mia’s POVThe corridors of the palace no longer echoed with footsteps. They echoed with memories. Some were mine. Some were not.I walked past a mirror and saw myself stop—but I hadn’t stopped. My reflection moved two seconds behind me, then two seconds ahead, then vanished entirely. My pulse didn’t rise anymore when it happened. We'd grown used to the impossible.Not numb. Just… resigned.Damian watched me from the end of the hallway. “You’re doing it again.”“Doing what?”“Walking like the floor might collapse under you.” His voice was low, quiet, familiar. “You haven’t trusted this place since the trial.”“I don’t trust myself,” I admitted.He walked toward me, slowly, deliberately. He’d learned that I needed slowness these days, even though I never said it aloud.“You don’t need to trust anything,” he said. “You just need to stand still long enough to feel the ground again.”I wanted to say something romantic, something smart. Instead, I stared at the marble under my feet and