Alle Kapitel von The Eclipse Secret Child: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

The Zenith Crown estate was not a home, it was a monument to Kaelen’s blinding ego, tonight, for the Grand Ascension Gala, every marble pillar was draped in gold silk, and every light spell was dialed to a bone-searing intensity, to the thousands of guests swirling in the ballroom below, the estate was a paradise of warmth and power, to me, it was a furnace.I stood in the servant’s corridor, my simple grey dress feeling like a shroud, in my pocket, the signed rejection felt heavy, a lead weight against my thigh, for eighteen months, I had walked these halls as the silent power behind the throne, I had been the shadow at Kaelen’s heels, the cool hand on his brow, the battery that absorbed the jagged edges of his soul so he could stand tall as a King.Now, I was a ghost, a "void," as he so eloquently put it."Vesper? Why aren't you in the kitchens? The Luna-to-be wants the chilled nectar served before the toast."I stiffened, it was Marcus, the Head Beta, he was one of the few who had

The Midnight Maw was not a palace of gold and glass like the Zenith Crown, it was a fortress of basalt and bone, carved into the heart of the Obsidian Crags, as Koran led me through the torch-lit corridors, the air grew colder, heavy with the scent of ancient earth and unrefined magic."Your rooms are in the North Spire," Koran said, his voice echoing off the damp stone wall, "The shadow-wards are strongest there, Kaelen’s trackers will be scanning for your scent, but even his 'Sovereign' sight cannot pierce the Maw's depths."I nodded, clutching my small bag to my chest, my legs were still trembling, not just from the flight, but from the terrifying realization that I was now under the protection of Kaelen’s greatest enemy, "And the price, Alpha? You mentioned mages."Koran stopped at a set of heavy iron-bound doors, he turned to me, his slate-grey eyes unreadable,"The price is your cooperation, Vesper, my mages need to examine you, not for Kaelen’s child... but for the Eclipse."He

The sky above the Obsidian Crags didn't just turn gold,it bled, I stood on the ramparts of the Midnight Maw, my hair whipped into a frenzy by a wind that tasted of ozone and scorched earth, beside me, Koran stood perfectly still, his hands resting on the stone battlements, he wasn’t afraid, If anything, there was a dark, expectant hunger in his eyes."He’s here," Koran murmured.A streak of blinding radiance cut through the clouds, moving faster than any wolf could run, it slammed into the ground a hundred yards from the Maw’s main gate with the force of a falling star, the earth groaned, and a shockwave of heat rippled outward, turning the permafrost into steam.When the dust settled, Kaelen Vane stood in the center of a blackened crater.He looked like a fallen god, his golden suit was gone, replaced by the half-shifted form of an Alpha in the throes of the Red Rage, his skin shimmered with a heat that made the air warp around him, and his eyes, once a warm, honey-gold were now two

The morning after the Abyssal Well brought a silence to the Midnight Maw that felt like a held breath, my skin no longer hummed with Kaelen’s stolen fire, instead, it felt cool, dense, and unnaturally smooth, the pearlescent tracery on my arms had settled into faint, marble-like veins, a permanent map of the power I had devoured, it was a strange sensation, being "full," for eighteen months at the Zenith Crown, I had been a hollow vessel, a dry sponge constantly wringing myself out to keep Kaelen’s temper from boiling over, now, for the first time, the vacuum inside me was occupied by something heavy, cold, and vibrantly alive.I stood on the balcony of the Abyssal Suite, a sprawling space of obsidian floors and velvet hangings that smelled of cold rain and expensive cedar, the architecture of the Maw was a jarring contrast to the Zenith, where Kaelen’s palace used glass and gold to magnify the sun until it blinded, Koran’s stronghold embraced the shadows, using dark stone and violet

We moved through the Maw not as fleeing prey, but as ink bleeding through water, Koran didn’t shift into his wolf, he didn’t need to, in his human form, he moved with a predatory, silent grace that defied physics, his charcoal suit a blur against the obsidian corridors, I followed in his wake, my heart thundering against my ribs, but for the first time in my life, the fear wasn't paralyzing, it was fuel.As we neared the Queen’s Gallery, the temperature began to climb, it wasn't the natural, comforting warmth of a hearth, it was a sickly, artificial heat that smelled of burnt sugar and high-frequency ozone, solar magic, specifically, the kind used by the Zenith Specialists, men who had been "blessed" by Kaelen to hunt anything that lived in the dark.Standing in the center of the gallery, surrounded by ancient tapestries that depicted the birth of the first Shadow King, was a man dressed in pure white tactical gear, his eyes didn't have iris or pupil, they were twin pits of harsh, art