All Chapters of Crown of The Omega : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The old throne room had been sealed for decades, but Theron's magic opened the ancient doors like they were made of paper. Dust swirled in the air as we entered, revealing a chamber that took my breath away.This was where my family had ruled for centuries. Moonspire silver inlaid the walls in intricate patterns that seemed to move in the magical light. The throne itself was carved from a single piece of white stone, embedded with crystals that pulsed with dormant power."Your birthright," Theron said softly as I approached the ancient seat.I hesitated at the base of the stone steps. Everything felt too big, too overwhelming. How could I sit where my parents had ruled, when I barely knew how to control the magic running through my veins?"Go on," Prince Rhett encouraged. "It belongs to you.""Does it?" I turned to face them all. "Lord Ravenclaw was right about one thing. You have been living off my family's legacy for twenty years. Sleeping in our beds, ruling our people, wearing our

The throne room doors burst open again, but this time Elena rushed in with Captain Reed and thirty loyal guards behind her."Princess! We came as fast as we could." She stopped short when she saw the frozen soldiers and Lord Ravenclaw's aged face. "What happened here?""Magic happened," Prince Rhett said grimly. "But we have bigger problems now."Through the tall windows, orange flames painted the night sky. The smell of smoke drifted even into the ancient chamber, carrying with it the screams of terrified people."How bad is it out there?" I asked Captain Reed."Bad. Ravenclaw's supporters are burning the market district. They claim you are a Moonspire witch who has enchanted the princes." He glanced at our joined hands. "The mating bond is not helping those rumors.""Let them talk," Prince Kael said firmly. "We have people to save.""With what army?" Prince Darius demanded. "Thirty guards against thousands of rebels?""We have magic now," I pointed out."Magic that nearly killed you

The courtyard felt like a battlefield even though no swords were drawn. Empress Valdira stood in the center, her midnight-blue armor catching the moonlight. She was beautiful in the way that winter storms were beautiful—deadly and magnificent.Our guards formed a nervous circle around her, but she paid them no attention. Her ice-blue eyes were fixed solely on me."Princess Lyra of House Moonspire," she said, her voice carrying the authority of absolute power. "You are smaller than I expected.""I get that a lot," I replied, stepping forward despite the fear crawling up my spine."Do you know why I am here?""To avenge your brother's death. A death my family did not cause."Her perfectly controlled expression cracked for just a moment. "Interesting. Most people begin with denials of knowledge. You jump straight to denials of guilt.""Because I know what happened to Prince Daemon. And I know it was not my parents who killed him.""Then who?"I felt my mates' tension through our bond. Th

The war council convened at dawn, but the chamber felt darker than midnight. Maps spread across the table now showed new threats marked in black ink—reports of shadow creatures attacking border towns, livestock found drained of life, and entire villages going silent overnight.Empress Valdira studied the reports with grim efficiency. "These attacks began three days ago. The same night your ritual weakened the veil between worlds.""You blame us for this?" Prince Kael asked, his voice sharp with exhaustion."I blame necessity. Sometimes the right choice has terrible consequences."Through our quad bond, I felt my mates' guilt like acid in my veins. We had saved the kingdom from political destruction only to expose it to supernatural annihilation."The pattern is clear," Theron said, tracing routes on the largest map. "The shadow creatures are moving toward population centers. They feed on human life force.""How long before they reach the capital?" I asked."Two days. Maybe less if the

The old throne room had been transformed into something between a battlefield and a temple. Theron's ritual circles covered every inch of the floor, glowing with power drawn from all five magical bloodlines. The Moonspire throne sat at the center like a beacon of crystallized starlight.Outside, the sounds of combat echoed through the palace. Empress Valdira's forces were making their stand, buying us precious time with their lives."The circles are complete," Theron announced, his ancient face drawn with exhaustion. "But I must warn you once more. What we attempt tonight has never been done. The magical forces involved could tear reality itself apart.""Or save it," I replied, though doubt gnawed at my heart.Prince Gareth of Stormwind took his position in the northern circle, lightning crackling around his fingers. "Storm magic ready."Chieftain Zara stepped into the southern circle, flames dancing along her tattooed arms. "Fire magic stands with you, Princess."Empress Valdira move