جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 80

The heavy titanium blast door didn't just slide open. It screamed.The thick metal groaned under an impossible amount of pressure as something grabbed it from the outside. With a massive, deafening BANG, the entire three ton door was violently ripped right off its steel hinges. It flew backward into the dark bunker, crashing loudly against the concrete floorboards and crushing the blind executioner's legs beneath it. The man didn't even have time to scream before the heavy metal pinned him flat.In the wide open doorway, framed by the dim orange emergency lights of the slaughtered corridor, stood a monster.It was Silas Snow.But it wasn't the clean, perfect King who had stood in the golden ballroom miles away. This version of Silas was completely unhinged. He was drenched from head to toe in thick, dark blood-none of it his own. His immaculate black suit, the one he had worn to present his victory to the high nobility, was shredded to pieces. The expensive fabric hung off his massive

Silas knelt in the dust and blood, his chest heaving as the broken silver chains clattered around his leather shoes. His breathing was a harsh, wet rattle, and his hands burned to the bone by the purified silver shook violently against the concrete floorboards. He slowly tilted his head up, his pale, cracked face looking desperate as he reached out toward her.He expected a look of relief. He expected her to see the blood he had spilled to get to this room, to see his own body falling apart from the severed bond, and to understand that he had chosen her over the Council. He wanted the warmth of the loop back. He needed it to stop the rotting inside his veins.But when his manic crimson eyes met hers, he didn't find a mate. He found an executioner.Valerie didn't move an inch toward him. She stood perfectly straight in the center of the broken pod, her torn white gown hanging loosely around her ankles. Her eyes weren't just glowing with that unearthly silver light anymore; they had tur

The large black armored car drove fast down the mountain road. The big tires threw wet, gray snow against the dark trees. Inside the car, it was completely quiet. Silas stared straight ahead at the white road. His hands shook badly on the steering wheel. The black lines from the genetic sickness were spreading higher up his neck, looking like dark spiderwebs under his pale skin. In the back seat, Valerie sat perfectly still. She stared out the frosty window into the dark night. Her bright silver eyes looked like ice. She did not look at Silas, and she did not say a word.They were driving back to the capital city. They were going to the Ironclaw fortress, the big palace where the Snow family had lived for many years. It was supposed to be the safest place on the entire continent. But as the giant stone walls of the fortress appeared through the thick winter storm, Silas slowly took his foot off the gas pedal.The heavy car slowed down to a crawl. The bright yellow headlights shone thr

The heavy golden airships hovered silently over the open courtyard, their massive, glowing searchlights cutting through the dark winter storm to light up the stone stairs like a theater stage. The giant tanks stopped moving at the edge of the perimeter, their long, black iron cannons pointed straight at the open palace doors. The loud, rhythmic sound of thousands of imperial soldiers marching in perfect unison filled the freezing air. Their heavy combat boots crunched loudly on the fresh white snow, a terrifying sound that echoed off the dark stone walls of the fortress.The front line of the massive army parted down the middle, creating a wide, clean path through the sea of armored men. A single figure walked forward through the rows of silent soldiers, moving with absolute authority.He wore the heavy, gold-rimmed uniform of the Solar Crest Empire's highest military branch. A long, snow white cape dragged behind him in the mud and slush, and a large silver sword rested in a decorate

Marcus stepped up the final marble stair. His heavy white cape brushed against the snow, stopping just two feet away from Valerie. He completely ignored Silas, who was gasping for air on the ground, his pale fingers clawing weakly at the frozen stone. The Supreme General extended a hand toward his niece, his leather glove open, his brilliant silver eyes glowing with an intense, manic light."The board is clear, Valerie," Marcus said, his voice dropping into a smooth, persuasive purr that cut through the whistling wind. "The Snow family is finished. The High Council is dead in their bunker. The old world is gone, and a new empire is rising in its place."Valerie didn't take his hand. She stood rigid, her original apex aura flaring around her like a shield of solid ice, her eyes staring at him with deep, unmitigated disgust. "You built a plague, Marcus. You killed our family. You let them harvest my mother like an animal. And now you want me to stand beside you?""I want you to be smart