All Chapters of HER DAUGHTER'S REJECTED MATE : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

ASHGRAVE REVISITED  The Road Beneath the Smoke"We're here," Maera said quietly, pulling her cloak tighter as they crested the edge of a shattered ridge. The sky overhead was the colour of old bone, the clouds hanging low, thick with soot and silence. Beneath them stretched the forgotten grave-city of Ashgrave, once a sanctum of the Flameblood legacy. Now it was stone and shadow, entombed in blackened volcanic glass.Xavier stepped forward, his boots crunching over brittle obsidian. "So this is where they buried our ancestors.""They didn't bury them," Maera murmured. "They sealed them. With rites so ancient even the Emberpriests forgot the words."Ceres exhaled slowly. The air here burned a little in the lungs, as if the place remembered the war. "And you think this is where we'll find the Codex's echo?""I think it's where we'll find the truth," Maera said. "But the price will be blood."

 BLOODLESS CROWN The Broadcast That Broke the Realm Ceres stood on the war room balcony, her eyes fixed on the strange glow building on the horizon. A shimmer of unnatural red light pulsed in the sky like a second sun, dark and wrong. Xavier entered beside her, tightening his grip on the message scroll. “It’s not just light. He’s broadcasting.” Ceres turned, tense. “To who?” “To everyone.” Within moments, every central Flame tower acr

THE QUEEN'S FINAL DECREE The Palace of Silence The corridors of the Flame Citadel were too quiet. Even the fire didn't crackle. Maera stood in the doorway, her eyes downcast. "She's asking for you." Ceres rose without speaking, hands trembling at her sides. She'd known this moment was coming—had felt the Queen's strength ebbing like a tide receding from the shore. Still, she wasn't ready. The Queen of Flame lay in her private sanctum, no longer cloaked in golden armor or surrounded by counsel or guards. Just silk sheets, flickering torches, and a silence hummed like fate.   

THE WHISPERED BETRAYAL The Council Divided Tension crackled like dry kindling in the grand chamber of the Flame Council. Tall windows framed the night beyond—velvet black but flickering faintly with red glows from distant fires. War had become routine, but tonight's meeting was anything but. Ceres stood at the head of the table, fingers curled tightly around a scroll bearing fresh intelligence from the Emberdeep scouts. Her eyes scanned the room, each councilmember's face illuminated by the shifting candlelight. Beside her, Xavier remained silent, his body taut with stillness. Maera leaned against the far wall, eyes narrowed. "We've lost contact with the Emberdeep perimeter," Ceres announced. "T

The Bone Throne  The Summit of Shattered SpireThe sky hung low with churning clouds as Arion stood before the Bone Throne, its skeletal arms stretching toward him as if it had been waiting.Saphros came up the incline behind him, breath shallow, robes dragging ash. "So it's true. You actually found it."Arion didn't turn. "It wasn't lost. Just buried under the guilt of men who called themselves kings."Saphros frowned. "That throne was cursed long before you were born.""Was I born?" Arion asked softly.