All Chapters of Queen of Supernatural: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The night finally gives way to the faintest breath of dawn. For a long moment, Mia stands at the edge of the cliff that overlooks the valley below, the wind curling through her hair and stirring the scent of pine, smoke, and rain. The land is still bruised from battle—the scars of the Heart of Shadows visible in the torn trees and the ash-gray soil—but the first light spills over it like forgiveness.For months she dreamed of this view. Now, awake and whole, she feels the hum of the Seven Hybrids behind her, their energies threading through the air like notes in a single song. It is quiet, yet powerful enough to raise goosebumps along her skin.She closes her eyes. The power inside her no longer feels foreign. It moves when she breathes, bright and living, as if the stars themselves found a home beneath her ribs.“Still up early,” a familiar voice murmurs.Damian’s warmth presses against her back; his arms slip around her waist. The faint rasp of sleep clings to his voice, and it draw

The valley no longer screams. It whispers.Smoke coils from the ruins like the last breath of a dying god. Ash drifts through the morning air, soft as snow. What was once green is gray, and what was once bright is buried beneath the weight of silence. Yet among the wreckage, life stirs. Wolves move through the mist, carrying the wounded. Hybrids dig shallow graves, marking each with a stone etched with light.Mia walks between them, her cloak dragging through the soot. The crown of silver flame that once burned bright above her head is dim now, reduced to a faint shimmer when she breathes. The mark of her bond pulses weakly on her wrist, a ghost of the power she used to command. But her eyes—her eyes still hold the fire of purpose.She stops near the river, where the current runs black with ash. Nella stands there, washing blood from her hands. Her movements are slow and deliberate.“He’s gone,” Mia says softly.Nella nods without looking up. “But the mark remains. The scouts say it s

Silence.Not the kind born of peace, but of something broken too deeply to remember its sound.Mia opened her eyes to a world drowned in light. The air shimmered around her, thick with the scent of burned magic. The sky above was no longer silver but fractured—cracks of darkness laced through it like veins, bleeding faint ribbons of color.Her body ached. Every bone screamed with exhaustion, every nerve buzzing from the surge that had torn through her. The blue crystal was gone, nothing but fine dust in her palm.“Mia!”The voice was distant at first, muffled by ringing ears. Then it grew sharper. Damian’s shadow loomed over her, face streaked with soot, eyes wide with fear.She tried to speak but coughed instead, forcing air through raw lungs. “Did it work?”He helped her sit up, scanning the horizon. “If by ‘work’ you mean the world hasn’t collapsed yet, then… maybe.”Mia followed his gaze. The Aether Spire still stood, but its glow had changed. What was once silver and pure now fli

The first sunrise after the storm came thin and pale, its light filtering through smoke that refused to lift.Aeloria no longer looked like home—it looked like something trying to remember what home meant.Mia woke to the sound of wind moving through torn canvas. The fever had broken, but her body still trembled with every breath. She felt the echo of last night—the power, the pain, the voice. The red veins that had crept beneath her skin were fading now, leaving faint silver traces instead, as if light had learned to bleed.Damian sat nearby, head bowed in exhaustion. When she stirred, he looked up, relief softening his face. “Welcome back.”She tried to smile, but her lips felt cracked. “How long?”“Two days,” he said. “You stopped breathing three times.”“I got better.”He gave a breathless laugh, half disbelieving, half grateful.Mia pushed herself upright. Her vision swam, then steadied. The camp was quieter than before. Fewer tents. Fewer people. The air smelled of ash and herbs

Darkness had texture. It wasn’t empty; it pressed from every side like a heartbeat held too long.Mia floated in it, weightless, unsure whether she was asleep or simply unmade. Threads of silver drifted from her fingertips, disappearing into the black. Each pulse of light revealed flashes of what might have been sky, then ash, then nothing at all.Where am I?Her own voice echoed back in dozens of tones, some gentle, some cruel."Where you always were," the voices replied, "between mercy and ruin."A figure stepped out of the dark—her father first, smiling like he used to when he thought she wasn’t looking. Behind him, her stepmother and the hybrids she’d saved, faces of every soul she’d failed to protect. All of them watching.Mia whispered, “No. You’re not real.”The smiles cracked. One by one, they tilted their heads, eyes turning red.“You made us real,” said the chorus. “You gave us life through memory. Now remember what you did with it.”The darkness twisted, forming scenes: vi