All Chapters of The Forgotten Heiress: Rise of The Lycan Queen: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The wind howled through the trees as Elara ran, the darkness around her thick and wild. Her breath tore through her throat, burning with panic, her legs numb with fear. Behind her, something snarled. Not human. Not an animal. Something in between. She didn’t dare look back. The forest behind the school stretched like a living thing—old roots, twisted limbs, and shadows that clung to her every step. She’d taken a shortcut, stupidly thinking she could avoid Garrett’s taunts and the whispers that clung to her like her hoodie. But this wasn’t a shortcut.This was a trap.The person from the forest came out of nowhere. A flash of amber eyes, a hiss that sounded like metal tearing flesh.Elara screamed and stumbled backwards, landing hard against the cold earth. Her shoulder slammed into a tree trunk. Pain shot through her. The figure was tall, cloaked in ragged black, its limbs too long, its fingers clawed. The thing hissed again and leaped.And the mark on her shoulder lit up. It pulsed w

Elara didn’t sleep that night.Not because she couldn't, but because something within her had been broken and remade at once. The burn on her shoulder had ceased to throb, but its echo pulsed with a second heart that beat in time with something deep within her chest.He stood on the cabin's porch, his figure silhouetted by moonlight. The cold night air produced a subtle billowing of his coat, and he gripped in his hand something small and metallic, glinting.A ring.“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked, not looking back.She stepped out beside him, arms crossed against the chill. Didn’t want to close my eyes. Not after what I saw.”“The visions?”She nodded. “A woman was screaming. Fire. A throne made of bone. And me. But not me.”Kael turned, his silver eyes softer than she expected. “You saw echoes of who you might become. The mark is your bloodline stirring awake. You’re not just remembering. You’re being remembered.”“What does that even mean?”“It means you’re being called home.”She didn’

Eldoria smelled like moonlight and old magic.Elara followed Kael in silence as they entered the grand hall of the Moonstone palace. She could feel eyes on her. Not the kind of fleeting glances she’d grown used to back in the mortal world, but the kind that stripped her bare, digging for something hidden beneath her skin.Guards in obsidian armor flanked either side of the arched entryway. Their eyes followed her, but did not question Kael’s presence. That alone made her nervous.“Where are we?” she asked quietly.Kael didn’t slow. “This was your parents’ ancestral home. Moonstone Keep. Built from enchanted volcanic stone. Every inch of it holds memory.”Elara’s steps faltered. “My parents… lived here?”He nodded. “Ruled here. Until the council turned on them.”A chill sank into her bones. “They were royalty?”Kael finally stopped. The corridor opened into a massive atrium with a domed ceiling made of woven starlight. At its center stood a statue, two figures carved from pale stone. A

They gave her one night.Just one night to prepare for a ritual that could expose her as heir—or destroy her completely.Elara stood barefoot in the gardens behind Moonstone Keep, the cold stone beneath her feet grounding her. The stars above Eldoria were closer than any she had ever known, and the moon felt... sentient. Like it was watching her.Kael stood behind her, quiet. He hadn't spoken much since the Council meeting.“Do you think I’ll survive it?” she asked softly.His voice was low. “That test wasn’t about survival. It was about acceptance. This one is different.”She turned to him. “How?”“This one doesn’t care if the Council believes in you,” he said. “It cares if the blood in your veins matches the oath sealed in stone.”“And if it doesn’t?”Kael met her gaze. “Then the stone will take what it needs.”At dawn, she was led down a winding staircase, deeper into the roots of Moonstone Keep. The air grew heavy, thick with age and old magic. The corridor ended at a massive circ

The morning broke wrapped in mist and cold, a hush of frost cloaking the stones of Moonstone Keep. Elara stood alone in the eastern garden, her breath drifting in soft clouds through the biting air. The roses, once crimson, bloomed silver, touched by old magic and the remnants of moonlight. Once, she had drawn comfort from their grace. Now, even they seemed fragile, dulled by the weight pressing on her chest.Peace had always been a lie. She felt it now more than ever—like a splinter lodged beneath the skin, too deep to pull free. Whispers slid through the corridors, curling around her name like smoke. Conversations faltered as she neared. Every bow from the court felt forced—too slow, too measured.Kael came through the eastern gate, his cloak drawn tight. He hadn't slept. She saw it in the faint bruises under his eyes, in the tension that clenched his jaw like a trap waiting to spring.“Something’s wrong,” he murmured, barely louder than the wind sifting through bare branches.“I kn