Claimed by the silverfang alphas 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 151 - 챕터 160

THE VOID~HERIBERTO'S POV~I felt it the moment she touched the Stone to the page.It wasn't a sound. It was a slight disturbance in the air... a cold feeling that touched the magic I had spread over the city. A small, blue dot on my awareness.They were reading my book."Clever girl," I whispered.My voice didn't echo. The Bone Orchard didn't allow for echoes; the walls soaked up sound just as they absorbed light. I sat on the Throne of Bones..... a strange work of art made from human thigh bones, dark metal, and the hardened bones of those who let me down. It vibrated on my back, giving me power for my rise.I opened my eyes. They weren't human eyes anymore. I could see different kinds of magic in the air—purple ribbons of empty energy, grey clouds of decay, and thin, golden threads of life force that I was collecting."Master?"Victoria approached the foot of the throne. She kept her head bowed, her eyes fixed on the rough floor. She was trembling. She could feel the Siphon inside

THE LAST RIDE~DAXON'S POV~The garage at the Packhouse had a strong, real smell, like gas, wet weather, and guns. It was a good change from the weird, sulfur-like smell of magic upstairs.I quickly closed the trunk of the black SUV. It was packed with shiny machetes, special bullets that start fires, and enough explosives to wreck a small building. Marcus provided all of it from his personal collection."It's not enough," I muttered, leaning against the fender."It's never enough," Marcus Blackthorn drawled. He was leaning against a concrete pillar, checking the edge of his daggers. He had swapped his ruined suit for a tactical turtleneck and a long coat. He looked like an assassin on his day off. "But at a certain point, you just have to trust that we are angry enough to make up the difference."The door to the stairwell opened.Mathias walked in.He had changed. Gone was the blood-soaked shirt from the crypt. He wore a fresh black suit, crisp white shirt, no tie. The top button was

THE HOLLOW KING'S DINNER~HERIBERTO'S POV~Being a god is actually kind of boring.You spend three hundred years clawing your way to the top of the food chain, thinking it's going to be this big, climactic moment. You think the sky will open up and the angels will sing....or scream.But mostly? It's just waiting.I sat on my throne. It wasn't a metaphor. It was literally made of bones....femurs and ribs fused together with black glass. It was uncomfortable, but it sent a message.In front of me, my "guests" were hanging from the ceiling.David. Sarah. Jennifer.They looked terrible. Their skin was the color of wet newspaper. Their veins were pulsing with a gross, purple light. They weren't people anymore. They were jumper cables. I needed them to ground the massive electrical storm living inside my chest, or I was going to explode.David groaned.I opened my eyes. They weren't human eyes anymore.....I didn't have whites or pupils, just white light....but I could still see him perfectl

THE RED CARPET~DAXON'S POV~The blast doors to the mine weren't locked. They weren't guarded by golems or shadowed horrors. They were wide open.A single, flickering strip of industrial lighting buzzed overhead, casting a sickly yellow path deep into the mountain's throat. It looked less like a military entrance and more like a mouth waiting to swallow us."Well," Marcus Blackthorn said, adjusting the cuffs of his coat. "He certainly isn't subtle, is he? I expected traps. Maybe a spike pit. This feels... rude.""It's an invitation," Mathias said.My brother stood at the edge of the light. He looked terrifying. The fresh suit...borrowed from Marcus's emergency stash...fit him perfectly, but he wore it like armor. His skin was pale, his eyes scanning the dark with a predator's twitchy focus. He smelled like death and restrained violence."He wants us inside," I said, racking the slide on the assault rifle. The sound echoed, metal-on-metal, quick and loud. "So let's not keep the bastard

THE SACRIFICE~TATE'S POV~We tumbled out of the ventilation shaft like garbage being thrown from a gutter.I hit the wet pine needles hard, rolling to a stop against a tree root. The air outside was freezing, but it felt good compared to the suffocating heat of the mine."David!" I gasped, scrambling up.Daxon was right behind me, dragging David out of the hole. Marcus followed with Sarah. They were both alive...barely. Their skin was grey, their eyes empty, but they were breathing.Mathias came out last.He didn't fall down. He launched himself out of the tunnel, landing in a crouch, claws dug into the earth. He was covered in stone dust and black ichor. His suit was shredded. He looked around, his red eyes scanning the perimeter like a turret."We're clear," Mathias said. His voice was rough."No," Vida wheezed, stumbling out of the bushes where she'd been holding the perimeter spell. She looked at the mountain peak above us. "We aren't."I looked up.The top of the mountain wasn't