All Chapters of Queen of Supernatural: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Mia’s POVThe great hall was silent after the last vision thread vanished. The magic that had filled the room—a tapestry of past, present, and possible futures—was gone now, leaving behind a residue that clung to the air like mist. My chest rose and fell with heavy, deliberate breaths as the enormity of what we had just witnessed began to settle in.No one moved.Damian stood at the far end of the table, hands pressed flat against the surface, his jaw tight. Around us, the hybrids shifted uneasily. Some rubbed at their arms as if trying to wipe away the sensation of those vision threads brushing against their skin. Others just stared, eyes wide and unblinking.The council chamber suddenly felt too small for the weight we

3rd POV – Morning at the CourtyardThe morning air was still and calm, carrying the scent of dew-soaked earth. The courtyard—once a place of battles and drills—now had a quieter energy. The training circle had been swept clean, and new rune lines traced by Sybil glowed faintly under the cobblestones, stabilizing the wild mix of hybrid powers that would fill the space.For the first time since the vision threads, the pack wasn’t here to clash. Today was for control, not combat.Damian stood at the edge of the circle, arms folded, as the hybrids gathered. His gaze swept across them, lingering a little longer on Leif. The boy was still an enigma—untamed energy coiled under fragile calm.“You won’t touch a weapon today,” Damian said. “Today, it’s about breathing. Focus. Learning to hold back without losing the strength behind it.”Antonella smirked. “That sounds like meditation with a side of torture.”Damian’s mouth curved slightly. “If you can’t hold your power steady, you’ll hurt yours

3rd POV – Aftermath of the BreachThe courtyard reeked of burnt air and faded shadows. The silence after the fight was heavy, the kind of silence that made every heartbeat feel too loud. The hybrids stood scattered across the stone, breathing hard, sweat streaking their faces. The rune lines that usually glowed steady silver now flickered weakly, like a candle about to go out.Sybil knelt over the cracked stones where the last shadow had left its mark. Her fingers hovered just above the faint, jagged rune etched into the floor. “This was no accident,” she murmured. “This was a deliberate probe. A map.”Damian crouched beside her, his voice low and tight. “How long until they come back?”

The wave of force struck like a collapsing mountain. Cobblestones ripped free of the courtyard floor, cracks spiderwebbing outward from the Messenger’s hand. Hybrids were thrown back—Antonella slammed into the wall with a grunt, Jonas skidded across the ground, Kira barely slowed herself with a desperate time-pulse.Mia hit the ground hard, the breath knocked from her lungs. Her vision blurred, but through the haze she saw Damian still on his feet, shoulders squared, absorbing the brunt of the blast.Snowy’s voice rang sharp in her head: Up. Now.Mia rolled to her knees, coughing, just in time to see the Messenger lower his hand. The air still hummed with the echo of his strike.“Interesting,”

The morning after the battle, the courtyard was still. The cracks left by the fight remained like scars in the stone, and the faint shimmer of the barrier above flickered now and then as Sybil’s wards settled over the weakest places. The air smelled faintly of ash and burned magic, but beneath that was something else. Resolve.No one had slept much, but they gathered again in the courtyard, drawn to the same place where their world had nearly come apart. It was not a day for drills or weapons. Damian stood at the center, arms folded, his voice steady but heavy with everything unsaid.“We survived,” he said. “But we are not ready. We all felt it last night. He walked through us like wind through an open door. Next time he comes, he will not be alone.”No one spoke. The weight of the truth pressed down on them all.“We are done fighting as if we are seven different storms,” Damian continued. “From this moment forward, we fight as one.”The others moved closer, forming a circle. The cour