All Chapters of THE NIGHT MY MATE BURNED ME ALIVE : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“Bring me my crown.”The voice settled over the chamber.Seraphina couldn't move.It was her voice, yet it carried none of the warmth she knew. There was no hesitation in it, no trace of the woman who had spoken to Kael, argued with Caelan, or whispered to Elara in the darkness of her own soul.This voice sounded older.Older than the Dragon Marks.Older than the Veil.The silver fracture widened with a groan that shook dust from the ceiling. Pale light poured through the opening, washing over the broken floor and turning every drifting particle into a floating spark.The First Hunger recoiled.Its enormous body pulled away from the widening gap, countless eyes blinking out of rhythm.Aurelith took a step backward.“No.”Beside Seraphina, the Queen-memory had gone completely still.Seraphina felt the change in her before she spoke.“You know that voice.”The Queen-memory's silver eyes remained fixed on the opening.“I know what she was.”The answer sent a chill down Seraphina's spine.

“Welcome back, Veyra.”The voice came from beyond the dead Veil.Seraphina stood motionless, her lungs refusing to settle. Smoke curled from the cracked stone around her, carrying the bitter smell of scorched magic. Somewhere nearby, Elara was crying softly. The First Hunger was gone from sight, swallowed by the darkness beyond the Veil, leaving only a thin silver line where the barrier had once torn open.Kael found her hand.His fingers closed around hers, warm and solid, and she held on as another flood of images pressed behind her eyes: a bone crown, Aurelith kneeling before her, a newborn crying against her chest, a battlefield buried beneath ash, and a man standing across from her with a sword while tears ran down his face.Then the final image.Her own hand driving a blade toward her heart.“I remember,” she whispered.The words felt inadequate.She remembered too much.Her gaze settled on the figure beyond the Veil. The face was hers, but older. The silver hair fell around nar

Seraphina couldn't breathe.The creature filled the chamber behind the little girl. Its pale eyes remained fixed on Seraphina, unblinking, while its enormous body pressed against the darkness beyond the doorway. Stone groaned beneath its weight, and a low vibration lingered through the floor.The girl didn't seem afraid.She stood barefoot on the cold stone, silver hair resting against her shoulders. The small black mark beneath her left eye pulsed faintly, shaped like a crown.“Veyra.”The name came from her again.Seraphina's body leaned toward the child before she could stop herself. The Dusk-born caught her arm.“Don't.”Seraphina barely heard her.The girl's face had already pulled something loose inside her. A memory surfaced, clearer than the fragments that had haunted her before: a white room, roses in a bronze bowl, blood spreading across the floor, and a newborn crying against her chest.This child.Older now, but unmistakable.Seraphina had held her.She had kissed her fore

The laughter continued beneath the chamber.It wasn't loud. That made it worse.The sound traveled through the stone like a vibration from somewhere impossibly deep, passing beneath Seraphina's boots and climbing into her bones. The enormous creature lowered its head, its pale eyes fixed on the black mist surrounding Caelan.Caelan kept his attention on the crowned man.“You should be dead.”The crowned man held the Sword of Dawn across his body. Gold light moved beneath the blade's surface, casting a faint glow over his armor.“I was.”Several paces away, the first husband had stopped fighting. His sword remained in his hand, the tip lowered toward the stone as he studied the two men.“You know who he is?”Caelan's gaze shifted briefly toward him.“You should ask him.”The first husband moved farther into the open space between the broken pillars. “I'm asking you.”A faint smile touched Caelan's mouth.“You always did prefer simple answers.”The crowned man stepped between them befor

The First Hunger opened every eye.Seraphina stood beneath the crimson crown with Dawn in her right hand and Dusk in her left, watching the creature fill the broken ceiling. Black mist rolled around its enormous body and spilled down the ancient walls in greasy tendrils. Yet the man who had just stepped through the Veil seemed to notice none of it. His attention remained fixed on the little girl beside the guardian.Elara stared at him for a heartbeat before running across the rubble.“Father.”The man caught her before she could stumble over the fallen stones and pulled her against his chest. His ancient armor scraped against her shoulders, but his hands were careful as he checked the back of her head and then held her close.Seraphina watched them.Something inside her hurt.She didn't understand why. She had never met this man in the life she remembered. She had no memory of raising Elara, no memory of this chamber, and no memory of standing beside him beneath a crown. Yet seeing h