Todos los capítulos de Beast Billionaire Claim : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

The Sea of Lost Teeth had never known silence. It was a place of wind-lashed cliffs, wrecked ships, and churning waves that clawed hungrily at the sky. Yet this morning, as Zara stood at the helm of the sky skiff, the sea below was still—not calm, but suspended. Like it was holding its breath.Above it floated an island that hadn't been there the day before.Not driftwood or stone, but an actual landmass, hovering hundreds of feet above the sea—rotating gently, cloaked in glowing vines and etched with ancient sigils. The same sigils Elira had drawn in ash months ago.Zara gripped the edge of the vessel tighter as Ruby landed beside her. “It’s not just floating,” Ruby said, eyeing the island. “It’s...breathing. Do you feel that pulse?”Zara nodded. Beneath them, the skiff trembled with the same rhythm that pulsed beneath Elira’s Star Throne each night."She dreamed this place," Zara murmured. "Or thought she did."Behind them, Elira sat with her legs tucked beneath her, glowing marking

The Wound had no name on any map. It was not a place so much as an absence—a raw gash in the world where nothing held shape, where the sky forgot to be blue and the earth forgot how to grow. It stretched in all directions and yet never seemed to move. And when Elira stepped into it, barefoot, silent, her feet brushing ground that shifted like breath, like memory, the world behind her simply ceased to exist.Zara and Ruby had searched for her for nearly two days before her trail vanished at the Wound’s edge. Ruby had begged the wind spirits for direction; Zara had traced the skies for star-ripples and unmade tracks. But Elira was already beyond reach, already falling inward, pulled not by logic or duty—but by a calling she hadn’t yet named.There was no wind here. No color. Even time stuttered like a skipped heartbeat.She walked as if sleepwalking, though her eyes were open. Each step deeper into the Wound was a shedding—of thought, identity, ego. Until only the flame remained. The on

The first time Elira noticed it, she thought it was her imagination—just a stutter in the glow that lived behind her ribs. But then it happened again the next night, and the next after that.Kael’s flame—his presence, his essence—had always burned inside her with steady warmth. Now it flickered unpredictably, sometimes guttering so low she could barely feel it at all, sometimes flaring bright enough to make her gasp.She was in the Star Throne’s observatory when the latest shiver came. The glass floor reflected the constellations above and below, but her focus wasn’t on the stars. Her palm pressed flat to her sternum, chasing the irregular pulse of heat.“Elira,” Zara’s voice cut through the quiet. “You’re pale. What’s wrong?”“It’s him,” Elira murmured, still staring at her own reflection in the glass. “Kael’s flame—it’s… changing.”Zara approached, the hem of her dark coat whispering over the crystal floor. “Changing how?”“Like pieces of him are breaking off,” Elira said. “And they

The Hall of Silent Flames was older than any kingdom, older than any god the world still remembered. Its walls bore no banners, no sigils—only smooth black stone, carved so finely it caught no dust, etched with firelight that had never been lit by mortal hands. The air here had weight, as if each breath cost a memory.Elira stood at its center, her boots whispering against the stone. The First Light was here.She had felt it before—distant and ancient, a whisper in the rift’s heart—but here, its presence was unbearable. It was not warmth, not cold, but the sense that everything she was could be unmade in a thought and rebuilt into something else entirely.A voice came, not in sound, but in truth: Child of the Starborn. You stand where choice is born.The flames along the walls shifted, no longer orange or gold, but every color she had ever seen and many she had not—blues so deep they seemed to pull her inward, reds that tasted of metal, silvers that rang like struck glass. They wove a

The sky over the Vale had always felt alive to Elira—like a great, breathing creature sprawled above the world. Tonight, it felt like it was watching her.She stood on the highest balcony of the Accord’s spire, the cold wind curling through her hair, the vast dome of stars spread wide and glittering. Behind her, the war room murmured with voices—Zara’s clipped tones, Ruby’s low questions—but Elira barely heard them.Because something in the heavens had shifted.It began as a faint dimming, a shadow moving across the constellations. The familiar shapes—The Blade, The Crown, The Seeker—still held their places, but now a single point in the center of the sky burned wrong. Its light wasn’t gold or white or silver, but black edged in blue, as though the night had forged its own star.Elira could feel it—not just see it. A cold vibration deep in her bones, a tremor through the flame inside her chest.Zara joined her at the balcony. Her expression was wary, her shoulders tense beneath her co