All Chapters of THE ALTAR WE BURNED : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

A hush had settled over Ember Hollow, but beneath that quiet, a storm brewed. The Elders moved like phantoms—silent, strategic, and ruthless in their pursuit of control. In the wake of the revelations surrounding Isabella’s calling and the exposure of long-buried secrets, the Council's grip had only tightened. Their eyes were everywhere, and their presence felt even in the shadows.Isabella sat within the glass-roofed sanctuary Arthur had built for her behind the Ember Keep. Sunlight dappled the white marble floors, dancing around the blooming herbs and ancient scrolls she used in her rituals. The air carried a hum of energy, thrumming with the resonance of the past and present colliding. She was preparing for another ceremonial invocation—a deeper connection to the divine wolf spirit that guided her path.Arthur watched from the threshold, silent but reverent. His admiration had only deepened in the weeks since her revelation. He had seen Isabella embrace her sacr

The twilight cast long shadows over the sprawling estate where the Council of Elders held their clandestine meetings. The air was thick with tension, every whispered word weighed with consequence. Isabella’s growing power was no longer a secret to those who lurked in the highest echelons of the church’s hidden hierarchy. Each of the seven members of the council sat around the ancient oak table, faces grim beneath the flicker of candlelight.Catherine’s name had come up again. The woman was moving pieces on a board no one else could see. Her ambitions, though masked in virtue, were known to many as a dangerous force in the delicate balance of power. She was not to be underestimated. Arthur, too, remained an enigma—his fierce loyalty to Isabella made him both an ally and a potential threat.“Her visions grow more potent,” the elder with the silver beard said, voice low and grave. “If she awakens fully, the entire order could unravel.”The woman at the head o

The first streaks of dawn crept cautiously over the horizon, casting a pale light over the ancient city of Eldara. The streets, still heavy with the silence of night, awaited the stirrings of a new day. But beneath the surface of this quiet town, currents of change roiled, unseen yet undeniable.Isabella stood by the window of her chamber in the monastery, her gaze fixed on the awakening skyline. Her mind was restless, torn between the sacred visions that haunted her sleep and the tangible realities she now faced. The weight of her calling pressed heavily upon her, as if the very air around her had thickened with expectation.Arthur’s presence was a steadying force, yet even his unwavering support could not quiet the tempest within her. Their bond had deepened over weeks of shared secrets, whispered prayers, and stolen moments in shadowed corners. But the more their hearts intertwined, the more danger seemed to circle.Far beyond the monastery walls, the C

The dawn crept hesitantly over the horizon, its light filtering through the stained glass of the cathedral like shards of broken promises. The once serene sanctuary now felt charged — the aftermath of the battle beneath still pulsing in the air like a hidden wound.Isabella sat in the quiet of her chambers, the weight of the night’s revelations pressing on her chest. Her hands trembled slightly as she traced the ancient symbols etched into her pendant — a token from her mother, passed down through generations, now glowing faintly with the power she had barely begun to understand.Arthur’s presence was a steady anchor beside her, his fingers intertwined with hers in a silent vow of solidarity. Yet even his steadfast gaze could not fully mask the uncertainty that lay beneath their shared resolve.“The Council’s grip is tightening,” Arthur said quietly, breaking the stillness. “They’ve already begun moving against those who side with us.”Isabella’s

The dawn crept slowly over the horizon, casting long shadows that stretched like fingers across the ancient stones of the cathedral grounds. The cool morning air was heavy with the scent of dew and faint incense lingering from the night’s vigil. Isabella stood by the window of her modest chamber, eyes fixed on the awakening world, but her mind was far from the tranquil scene before her.Her heart pounded with the weight of revelations that had come to her in fits and starts over the past weeks — visions, voices, and a growing sense that the walls of secrecy surrounding her calling were beginning to crumble. The Council of Elders’ moves had grown bolder, their shadows deeper and more entangled with the church’s most sacred places.Arthur had been her steady anchor through it all, his presence unwavering even as darkness pressed from every side. Yet, even their quiet moments together were tinged with urgency — a silent acknowledgment that the peace they sought was fr