บททั้งหมดของ Beyond Fate: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Everyone sat around the table in the war room. Destiny remained standing. With a single wave of her hand, her golden gown shimmered and transformed into a sleek, all-white leather outfit. Only then did she take her seat."Everyone," she said, scanning their faces. "I know I’m your Queen. I know you all respect me—thank you. Truly, thank you." Her tone softened, almost pleading. "But I need you to speak to me openly. I could just read your minds, but that’s not how we win this. We have to face what’s coming together. That means honesty. That means trust."She paused, letting the silence settle before adding, “If anyone doesn’t want to be here, you’re free to leave. No hard feelings. But if you stay, then let’s get down to business.”No one moved.Destiny tried to remain optimistic, but she could feel the anger simmering in the room. No one wanted to fight alongside Torock—not after everything. Truthfully, neither did she. Part of her wanted to stri

Charlene, ReNew, and Ariel crept slowly down the corridor. Even with the light shield in hand, the darkness was so thick they could barely see more than a few feet ahead. Charlene’s breath hitched—tight and shallow. It had been years since she felt this kind of fear. The dark had a way of dragging out the deepest, buried terrors.ReNew glanced at her, alarmed. Charlene was showing signs of a panic attack.A high-pitched squeak broke the silence, and something skittered across Charlene’s feet."Was that a rat?" she gasped, stumbling back.Charlene's chest tightened."I don't know, Charlene—it’s too dark. Maybe a small cat?" ReNew offered.Charlene shot her a glare cold enough to shatter stone. "I’d slap you if I could see you better!"Still breathing hard, Charlene lifted the shield toward ReNew’s face. “Let me see you.”"I’m just trying to help you, Char!" ReNew said gently. "In through your nose, out through your mouth." She gave her a calm smile.We need to move quickly before she g

Charlene groaned as she stirred, blinking blearily at the dimly lit ceiling. “What time is it?” she mumbled, sitting up. “The alarm never went off.”She rolled over and squinted at the monitor’s soft glow, but something else caught her attention first—her sleeve. She was wearing long-sleeved pajamas. Duckies. Bright yellow duckies.“What the... why am I in these?” She looked down at her body in disbelief. “I didn’t go to bed in pajamas... and definitely not these.” She threw back the covers and frantically peeked under the bed. “Where’s my uniform?!”Out of frustration, she shouted, “Dad!”Her memories were a blur. She hadn’t slept like that in... how long had it been? Days? Weeks?The scent hit her nose before her feet hit the floor.“Do I smell... pancakes?”She cautiously padded down the hallway and peeked around the corner. There in the kitchen, Seth stood at the stove, flipping pancakes like a professional short-order cook. Issa was beside him, laughing at something the twins had

The theater lights gradually brightened, casting a soft glow over the room as the end credits rolled. The movie was over, but Charlene remained seated, soaking in the moment. It had been a wonderful experience—not just the film, but the whole evening. The fact that Issa had gone out of his way to learn what she liked and then planned a date around it... it was unexpected. Thoughtful. Sweet. It made her heart flutter.But then, a quiet ache pulsed in her chest.A flicker of guilt.Mike.It was ridiculous, she knew. She had barely known him. Their connection was brief, a spark that had come and gone, like a match in the dark. And he was gone now, moved on—wherever souls like his went. But why did it still hurt? Why did she feel like she'd betrayed him? Maybe she had developed feelings for him without realizing it. Her emotions had been a whirlwind lately.She sighed internally. “Stupid hormones.”Still, she smiled at Issa, grateful. “Thank you for the wonderful date, Issa. I appreciate

Everyone who mattered was in the war room.Destiny stood in the center, regal and breathtaking. She made a point to be dressed to impress—not out of vanity, but to remind everyone who she was. Their Queen. Their Spear. Their Sovereign.Her gown was a living reflection of her power: pure gold, fitted and flowing like molten light. Her crown shimmered, delicately woven into her long, jet-black curls. Her skin glowed, kissed by the sun, radiating the kind of strength that only came from being broken, rebuilt, and reborn.Charlene and Seth stood proudly beside her. Both were dressed in royal blue robes accented with golden stripes—symbols of loyalty, unity, and bloodline. Seth to her left. Charlene to her right. Together, they formed the trinity of trust—past, present, and future.Heth, ReNew, Idris, and Professor E stood behind them in full military uniform. Argun wore the captain’s variation—bold and crisp. Even the hound stood tall, his collar freshly polished with the Audubon crest et