All Chapters of SEALED FATE: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Lysandra stood before a mirror, pale and restless. Her fingers trembled as she touched her stomach, barely swollen, but already alive with energy—too much energy. Her breath hitched. Something was wrong. Something monstrous was growing in her. Not in horror—but in magnitude. The kind of power that should not be possible in one so newly conceived. She turned from the mirror, crossing the polished marble floor to her bookshelf. Her silken gown trailed behind her like a shadow as she pulled an old, forbidden grimoire from a hidden compartment. Her heart pounded. Flipping pages frantically, her eyes scanned ancient texts, spells, and theories about magical offspring. Fusions. Hybrids. She gasped, stumbling back when a symbol caught her eye—a tri-marked glyph: Lycan. Vampire. Witch. > "Nexus." “He who carries the triune blood. Born of the Unity Pact. A being not of balance, but of convergence.” “No…” she whispered, her voice shaking. Her fingers went cold. Lysandra rush

The Landon Estate's garden room was surrounded by blooming midnight lilies and vines that curled around marble pillars. The air was infused with an earthy, calming scent. It was a room long abandoned until now—used by Maika when she was with child, and now, again, as she watched over Lysandra. Lysandra sat silently on a cushioned bench, her hands resting over her abdomen. The flicker of life growing within her pulsed with energy even she couldn’t understand. She had been restless—nausea, heat, and a sharp tingling through her limbs. Maika, ever graceful, approached with a warm bowl of silver-infused water and crushed moonflower petals. She knelt before her like a priestess before a shrine. “This will help ground the Nexus energy,” Maika whispered, dipping a cloth and pressing it gently on Lysandra’s wrists. Lysandra’s voice trembled. “It’s too much… It doesn’t feel like a baby. It feels like something ancient. As if it’s watching me already.” Maika smiled faintly, though there wa

The glass walls of the conservatory allowed the morning light to wash over the frost-covered garden. Caveen sat in one of the cushioned chairs, rubbing his temple with one hand while Lysandra, pale and tired, reclined on a chaise wrapped in a thick woolen shawl. A teacup trembled slightly in her hands, though her posture remained composed.Maika entered first, regal and graceful in her sapphire velvet gown. Carl followed, more grounded, eyes flickering between the two younger ones.“We need to talk,” Maika said softly, taking a seat across from them.Lysandra sat straighter. Caveen leaned forward, already bracing himself.Carl didn't wait. “We’ve decided to announce your engagement.”The words dropped into the air like cold stone.Caveen blinked. “Excuse me?”Lysandra froze, then slowly turned her head toward them, her eyes wide.“It’s not for romance,” Maika clarified quickly. “It’s a shield—one to protect both Lysandra and the child. The council is sniffing closer each day. We need

Lysandra stood by the tall arched window of her chamber, a steaming cup of herbal tea cradled in her hands. Outside, the Santossa mist hung low over the valley, bathing the Landon grounds in a soft silver fog. It was so unlike the Moonwell estate—quieter, more ancient, steeped in a power she could feel humming beneath the stones.The silence here wasn't cold—it was watchful.She glanced down at the smooth stone floor, once unfamiliar, now memorized beneath her bare feet. Her chamber had been expanded to accommodate her condition—Carl’s order—and protective runes shimmered faintly over the walls at night, placed by Maika herself. But what comforted her most… was the fact that Caveen’s scent never fully left the room.He came to check on her often. Always soft-spoken, sometimes barely speaking at all. But his presence anchored her in ways she couldn’t explain.At first, she had hated it—the attention, the protection, the heavy eyes watching her as if she were a vessel, not a person. But

BREAKING NEWS HEADLINE — RAVENSHADE BULLETIN:> Duke Alaric Vaelthorne critically injured in ambush near western woodland pass. Assailants unidentified. The duke is in critical condition.---Scene: Ravenshade Regional Hospital – NightfallThe fluorescent lights of the hospital corridors flickered as the staff rushed, voices raised, papers shuffled. Outside, noble carriages and press wagons formed a line. Armed guards kept order. Inside the emergency wing—chaos.Alaric lay unconscious on a blood-soaked gurney, his white shirt torn open, chest slashed deeply. His face pale, lips bluish. The healers shook their heads.DOCTOR:“We need immediate blood transfusion—his wounds are too deep. Internal bleeding. If we don’t stabilize now, we lose him tonight.”A silence.NURSE (reading chart):“His blood type is rare… AB-negative. There’s no noble registry donor with a match nearby.”A voice spoke up from the crowd. Soft, but clear.SERAPHINE:“I’ll do it. Test mine.”Eyes turned. She stepped