Semua Bab Throne of Ash and Anethyst: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The Blood on the Balcony The wind howling off the jagged peaks of the Dragontooth Mountains carried the scent of ozone and ancient stone, rattling the heavy glass doors of the royal guest wing. Inside, the chamber was a sanctuary of deep velvets and dark oak, but Emmy Mortaga couldn't stop pacing. The air felt heavy, charged with a strange friction that made the fine hairs on her arms stand. on end. It was the eve of her twentieth birthday. For anyone else in the kingdom of her uncle, King Cato, turning twenty was a milestone of celebration. But for Emmy, it was a reminder of a heavy, volatile lineage. She was a hybrid-a rare and dangerous combination of supernatural bloodlines. From her father, Dimitrius, she had inherited the fierce, untamed spirit and sharp instincts of a werewolf. From her mother, Jasmine, she carried the lethal grace and sensory sharpness of a vampire. Her mother had died of heart failure, a tragic fragility that felt wildly at odds with the terrifying strength

The wind in the northern valley did not blow; it roared, thick with ash and the suffocating stench of burning pine. Emmy ran at a speed that defied nature. Her vampire agility allowed her to glide over the jagged, frozen terrain without losing her footing, while her werewolf musculature gave her the raw endurance to sprint uphill for miles without slowing down. But the real force driving her forward was the volatile, violet vortex of the Agatha amulet. The ancient witch power was a living current inside her veins. It felt like liquid lightning, searing her blood and buzzing in the back of her skull like a thousand discordant voices. Consume, the voices whispered, urging her to let go of her mortal mind and yield entirely to the raw magic of her great-grandmother Gemma. No, Emmy bit back internally, her jaw clenched as she forced her wolf's stubbornness to anchor her. I am using magic. The magic is not using me. Up ahead, the peak of the Dragontooth Mountains was completely engulfed i

Fire The New Moon was a razor-thin sliver of silver ice suspended in a sky of absolute ink. Deep within the ancient, dark pine forests of the Bloodmoon Pack territory, the air was sharp enough to freeze the breath in a runner's lungs. Yet, the atmosphere was thick with a heavy, suffocating heat. Hundreds of wolves stood shoulder to shoulder in the sacred clearing, their collective body heat rising into the canopy like a misty fog. Tonight was the festival of the New Moon-the night Emmy Mortaga was to be formally integrated into the adult hunting ranks of her father's pack. Emmy stood at the edge of the clearing, her bare feet pressing into the damp, frozen earth. She wore only a lightweight, dark leather hunting tunic, her long dark hair braided tightly down her back. Against her bare collarbone, the violet stone of the Agatha amulet sat perfectly still, completely dark and silent, as if matching the absolute absence of light in the night sky. To her left stood her cousin Ivy, her ha

The midnight air inside the manor's private study was stale, smelling of dried parchment, old leather, and the faint, bitter scent of silver-polish. Emmy and Ivy had waited until the rhythmic thud of the changing guard shifted toward the outer northern gates before slipping down the hidden service stairwell. Ivy held a small crystal lantern low, its magical glow casting long, skeletal shadows across the rows of towering oak bookshelves. These were the forbidden archives of the Bloodmoon Pack-records kept away from the everyday warriors, cataloging the strange, terrifying anomalies of the supernatural world. "Here," Ivy whispered, her wolf senses alert as she pulled a heavy, velvet-wrapped tome from the deepest shelf. The cover was cracked, embossing a faint,silver crescent moon intertwined with a jagged bat wing. The Records of Jasmine Caputo. "Your mother's private journal from when she first arrived at the pack lands." Emmy sat at the heavy mahogany desk, her vampire vision instan

Chapter NineThe Threshold of DawnThe heat of the inner tower still vibrated in Emmy’s chest, a low, purring resonance that felt entirely distinct from the frantic pacing of her inner wolf.Hand in hand, she and Ignisvath descended the winding obsidian steps that led back toward the massive iron-wrought swing bridge. The air was crisp, scented with ancient basalt and the warm, golden mist of the geothermal waterfalls cascading into the dark canyon below.As they stepped onto the open ramparts, Emmy’s vampire sight immediately locked onto a shadow moving near the center of the bridge.It was Ivy.But she wasn’t hiding, and she certainly wasn’t cowering.She was walking slowly alongside Koran, the young, ruby-scaled dragon shifter who had intercepted her earlier.Ivy’s human form was completely relaxed, her head tilted back as she let out a bright, ringing laugh that echoed beautifully off the volcanic cliffs. Koran was gesturing with his hands, a wide, genuine smirk splitting his hand