All Chapters of SEALED FATE: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

It was near midnight in the Landon estate. A cold draft wound through the stone halls like a whisper of dread. Maika stood at the edge of the window, her arms crossed tightly as she stared into the moonlight. Behind her, Carl paced, his expression grim. CARL (tense): “Celestine knows. Lady Jane, too. I caught them whispering outside Lysandra’s room. They know she’s with child.” Maika’s jaw clenched. CARL (cont’d): “They’re scheduled to return to the capital tomorrow. If they tell the Council—” MAIKA (flatly): “They won’t.” Carl turned sharply. CARL: “They’re not easy to manipulate. And the Council—” MAIKA (cutting him off): “We don’t need the Council to know. Not yet. That child—our grandchild—must be protected at all costs.” She turned to a small locked cabinet and retrieved a black onyx vial, sealed with a silver sigil. CARL (quietly): “You’re using memory magic?” Maika nodded, her voice cold as the northern winds. MAIKA: “I won’t allow anyone—especially that Dela

The white facade of Saint Amandé Children’s Hospital gleamed beneath the fading sun, far more polished than the crumbling St. Meridia. Modern, clean, full of laughter and the scent of antiseptic—but Valco sensed the truth beneath it. Something buried.He passed through the main entrance with the ease of someone who knew exactly how to be invisible. The hospital's internal wards buzzed with calm chaos: children laughing, doctors paging overhead, parents whispering with hope and fear. But Valco’s path was silent and sure, leading him deeper into the facility.His contact in the Vellaria network had told him exactly where to go: the East Wing, Ward 4. Records claimed it had been renovated—but something always remains.He approached the nurses’ station. The young nurse behind the desk blinked up at him. “Can I help—?”“I’m looking for patient records. Room 417, October 06. Transfer from St. Meridia.”His voice was calm, low—yet something about it silenced the nurse mid-sentence.She paled

The Vaelthorne carriage rolled through the dense forest that swallowed the path to the ancestral estate. Trees, twisted with age and forgotten magic, leaned inward, as if whispering secrets. The road was rarely traveled—its silence broken only by the steady clatter of hooves and the occasional cry of a raven overhead.Inside the carriage, Seraphine sat across from Alaric, her hands clutched nervously in her lap. She wore a dark velvet gown, simple but elegant, the fabric chosen by Maika herself to honor the old ways. Alaric’s hand reached across, folding over hers.“You’re trembling,” he said gently.“I am nervous, would they like me? can i face their judgement?” she whispered with a faint smile.“You’ve faced worse. You’ve faced me,” he answered, the corner of his mouth twitching into a rare smirk. “Just stay by my side.”As they passed through the old iron gates, the mansion emerged—tall, cold, and brooding, like a ghost risen from time. Its grey stone walls bore the scars of old wa

Vaelthorne Estate – War Room A heavy storm rolled outside, the sky thunderous and gray. Within the estate’s old war room, Alaric stood near the hearth, a map spread before him. The door creaked open, and his father, Lord Theron, stepped in. Without preamble, Theron closed the door and faced him. > “They want to take her away from you.” Alaric didn’t look up. “I know.” Theron approached, tossing a sealed scroll onto the table. The wax bore the mark of the High Council. > “They are demanding you marry Lysandra of the Moonwell Clan. They say it will awaken your dormant Elven blood. They believe that bond will serve the world better than a ‘lowly human.’” Alaric slowly turned, his golden eyes glowing faintly. “So I’m to be used like a pawn on their chessboard?” > “They see you as more than that,” Theron replied, voice restrained. “They see you as a weapon… a legacy.” “I chose Seraphine,” Alaric said firmly. “Not for politics. Not for power. Because she is mine.” > “If you refuse

The Council Temple trembled beneath a force older than time.Gold-black light exploded from Seraphine—no, from Elira—her name pulsing in the very walls of the temple as the magic of a lost lineage clawed its way back into the world. Her scream had torn through reality itself, and now the very air crackled with power.She floated, feet no longer touching the ground. Her eyes, once soft and confused, now gleamed with ancient awareness. Elira’s dormant blood—the blood sealed for two decades—had begun to awaken. The markings of a forgotten royal witch glowed on her palms, swirling with the same magic the Council had tried to erase.“You fools,” Elder Vashan choked, backing away. “She—she was here this whole time?”“We sealed Elira twenty years ago,” Elder Myria whispered, shaking. “This… this is not possible. She was never supposed to return!”But she had.And they had delivered her awakening with their own hands.Elira descended slowly, her hand outstretched toward the still, broken body