บททั้งหมดของ Queen of Supernatural: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

The night refused to loosen its grip. Even as the fire dwindled into embers, the forest pressed closer, its branches groaning as though burdened by a weight no mortal eye could see. The mist had thinned after the queen’s shadow withdrew, but it lingered still, a thin veil at the edges of the glade—watching, waiting.Mia hadn’t closed her eyes once. Every time her lids grew heavy, the violet fire flared in her mind, forcing her awake. She sat with her back to a fallen log, her fingers unconsciously tracing the curve of the pendant beneath her cloak. It no longer pulsed like before, yet she felt it there, alive in the way a storm lives in clouds before lightning falls.Damian returned from his perimeter watch and crouched beside her, lowering his voice so only she could hear.“You’re still shaking.”“I’m fine,” she whispered, though the lie tasted bitter.He didn’t push, but his gaze lingered on her face, the tension in his jaw betraying the storm he swallowed back. When his hand brushe

The ruins breathed around them.Walls half-swallowed by roots leaned in close, as if the forest itself wanted to reclaim them. Symbols etched into cracked stone glowed faintly as the group passed, their light dimming and flaring in response to Mia’s pendant. Each step felt heavier, like they were not merely walking through stone halls but sinking into memory itself.“Don’t stray,” the Seer warned, her voice echoing unnaturally. “These passages are older than the pact. They were built to confuse intruders, to strip them of self.”The mist had followed them inside, pressing at their ankles, slithering up the walls like smoke that refused to dissipate. Every now and then, Mia thought she heard voices within it—half-familiar tones that tugged at her bones.Damian kept his shield raised, his other hand brushing her arm every few steps, grounding her. Kael prowled ahead like a predator, every muscle taut, blade ready. Lysandra’s fire lit their way, though the flame sputtered often, as if sm

The first clash came like the crack of thunder. Damian’s echo surged forward, steel drawn in a mirror’s shimmer, the blade gleaming with an otherworldly luster. It was his stance, his precision—yet warped. The reflection’s strikes carried a crueler, sharper rhythm, as if every flaw Damian had ever corrected in himself had been honed into a merciless advantage.Damian parried, sparks igniting as steel kissed steel. “Stand firm!” he barked, though his own breath came heavy, the weight of recognition burning behind his eyes. He was not simply fighting a foe—he was fighting the embodiment of every shadow of doubt he had buried beneath his vows.Lysandra’s echo erupted in a storm of flame, searing across the chamber. Her reflection’s fire wasn’t golden-red like hers—it burned a sickly, violet hue, twisting as though hungry to consume rather than protect. The real Lysandra raised her hands, meeting it with her own flare. Heat clashed against heat, the air shuddering under the pressure. For

They fell into darkness.The air tore at their lungs, thick and heavy, smelling of iron and old stone. The echo of their own screams trailed behind them, twisting into voices that were not theirs. Dust and shards tumbled past them in slow motion, suspended by some cruel gravity, and then everything slammed to a stop.Mia hit the ground hard, rolling instinctively to absorb the impact. Pain shot through her legs, but adrenaline carried her forward. Around her, the others were sprawled, coughing, groaning, and already gathering themselves. Damian helped Lysandra upright, checking her for injuries, while Kael’s eyes darted in every direction, blade drawn. Eryx groaned, trying to gather his sigil stones from the rubble. The Seer was already rising, staff in hand, eyes scanning the darkness.The chamber they landed in was unlike any they had seen. Black stone stretched upward, seemingly endless, pulsing faintly with violet light that ran through veins carved deep into the walls. Shadows mo

The Queen’s shadow towered above them, vast and shifting, its jagged crown glowing like broken shards of amethyst. Each movement it made distorted the vault itself—the walls groaned, the air shuddered, and the ground cracked as though reality struggled to hold its shape beneath the weight of its presence.With a roar that rattled the marrow in their bones, the shadow brought its colossal arm down. A wave of darkness surged outward, sweeping across the cavern like a storm tide.“Move!” Damian shouted. He barreled into Mia, knocking her clear as the wave tore through the stone where she had stood. A jagged trench split open, shadow fire licking at the edges.Kael snarled and charged into the surge, his blade glowing with his own essence. He carved a path through the storm, every strike like lightning against the shadow’s tendrils. But the creature laughed, the sound low and terrible, vibrating through the very stone.You are anger, nothing more. Strike as you will—you only bleed yoursel