What Happens At The Ending Of Phaethon: A Reconstruction?

For seventeen years, I believed I was nothing, Iris Delta, the unwanted orphan tolerated by a pack that saw me as a burden. The Maxwell quad Alpha heirs made sure I knew my place, tormenting me with cruel words and vicious pranks. I was weak, worthless, invisible. I was wrong about everything. On my eighteenth birthday, Alpha Maxwell reveals the truth that changes everything: I'm Seraphina Blackthorne, the last heir of a bloodline thought extinct. My parents didn't abandon me—they were murdered by the Northern Alliance, who believed they'd eliminated every trace of Blackthorne power. They were wrong, too. The moment my wolf Diamond awakens, the mate bond snaps into place with the four men who made my life hell. Fin, Brent, Kane, and Liam—my tormentors are my fated mates, four pieces of one soul that can only be completed by me. Their cruelty wasn't hatred; it was a fractured soul recognising its missing piece and lashing out in fear. But the Northern Alliance isn't finished. They've come to eliminate the last Blackthorne before I can claim my birthright. What they don't realise is that I'm not just the last heir, I'm the strongest Blackthorne born in three centuries. When divine justice flows through my veins and ghostly wolf spirits answer my call, they'll learn what happens when you try to destroy something the goddess herself has chosen to protect. The Blackthorne line has returned. And this time, we're not going down without a fight.

Once in a millennium, the Phoenix will rise. The earth, the shifters, even the planet will call to her, pleading for her help. When they do, she always answers their call. Each time, she will choose a young woman who is deserving of carrying her fire, someone who is loving and caring, but with an inner strength that is difficult to break. Emmi Johnson is a human orphan who was kidnapped by The Mean Ones, grotesque shifters who wanted to create an army to destroy the elemental dragons and other hybrids. The dragons saved her and the others who were being held hostage, but the damage was already done. The Mean Ones were injecting her with their Komodo dragon DNA to make her into a shifter. The pain was excruciating, but the headaches that began soon afterward were worse. Ajax is a human runaway that was captured and experimented on by The Chief and Oliver. They injected him with earth dragon and elf DNA, turning him into a dragon hybrid. When Emmi senses chaos around her, something inside of her begins tearing at her insides. The screeching in her head makes her head throb. Ajax is the only one who can calm the fury inside her. Emmi is terrified that something’s wrong with her. Doc Everett can’t figure out what she is. That is until one day when the danger becomes so great that the Phoenix rises, melding itself to Emmi in a dangerous display of fire that is stronger than any fire dragon’s. Can Ajax help Emmi to find herself? Can she accept that she is no longer human, having been chosen by the ancient Phoenix? And can she become one with her shifter spirit before the danger that threatens them all comes for them?

Sophia Turner is a powerful woman in her own way, head nurse of the most renowned hospital in the United States, with a knowledge of medicine that makes many doctors jealous. She is her own woman, knows what she wants, doesn't care what people think of her and many say she is strange or the perfect woman, she has her own money, likes to have sex, is passionate about role-playing, and doesn't take any crap. Those who know her say she doesn't exist, how can she do all this being single? But Sophia has been through a lot of things to become who she is now, her past few people know, but those who know admire her. Having a balanced life is the most important thing, her health comes before anything else, after all, she learned this after years of treatment (which still continues). Her life changes upside down when one day the Houroux family suffers an attack and their leaders end up in the hospital... Perseus is seriously injured and has a specific blood type, the same as Sophia and she helps to save him. As if this were not enough, Sophia feels an inexplicable attraction for the second-in-command, Achilles Lykaios. The woman doesn't want to get involved again with people like the Houroux family, people with a lot of money who had influence in many places and who could buy anything if they wanted to. But Sophia is not for sale, and yet... She has to overcome some past traumas and accepts the proposal to accompany Perseus' progress and goes with the Houroux family. Things are not as they seem... What secrets will be revealed? A new world opens up for Sophia, a world she imagined only in her fantasy role-playing books.

“Take off the lenses,” the Alpha King growls, his voice a low vibration that rattles my bones. “Let them see the monster you’ve hidden. Thalia Thorne was born an abomination. In a world where your eyes dictate your destiny—Gold for the rulers, Blue for the servants—Thalia’s void-black eyes marked her as a Cancer: a curse to be erased at birth. For two decades, she played the part of a ghost. She hid in the human cities, survived on silence, and kept her secret behind a pair of gold contacts. But one night of reckless rebellion ends in a bloodbath, leaving two men dead and Thalia in silver chains. Now, she’s been dragged back to the Great North to face Alpha King Rael(A true Gemini, born with golden eyes). She is accused of murdering the King’s brother and practicing forbidden witchcraft. The penalty is death of found guilty, but Rael has a different torture in mind. Especially since he’s a cursed Alpha with no mate for centuries now and he’s been going into rut. But Thalia doesn’t break. Instead, she ignites. As a fated bond snaps into place between the hunter and his prey, a dark prophecy begins to awaken. With the eyes of the kingdom on her and the King’s hands around her throat, Thalia must decide: Will she continue to hide the darkness in her blood, or will she show them why Cancers are the most feared sign of all? First one has to figure out why the throne was built on a lie. And why Thalia Thorne is the gospel truth that will burn it down.

I was Apollo’s most devoted follower, the lover he handpicked from a sea of worshippers. With me, he’d always shed his divine arrogance. He was so tender, so attentive. I actually thought he loved me to the bone. Until seven days before our Consort Ceremony, when I used my gift of prophecy to peek into our future together. I expected to see a lifetime of blinding love. Instead, I saw him violently tangled in the sheets with my adopted sister, Cassandra. Wrapped around him, Cassandra giggled. "You're so good to me, my Lord. Thanks to you, I'll finally get my sister's Sight and take her place as High Priestess." And Apollo—my god, my lover—smiled down at her with pure adoration. "Whatever makes you happy, little bird. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have played pretend for this long, let alone allow her to become a god's consort." In that split second, my heart turned to ash. My faith shattered into a million pieces. With seven days left until the ceremony, I didn't confront them. Instead, I fell to my knees before the altar of Hades, Lord of the Underworld. "I offer you my gift of prophecy. I will be your most loyal follower in exchange for your sanctuary." "Please. Take me away from here. Take me somewhere Apollo can never find me."

My husband Hades gave another woman my birthday celebration. Then he gave her my mother’s brooch. Then he let our son call her home. Nympha was the flower spirit who had grown up beside him. The healers said a curse was killing her, and she had only six months left before she disappeared forever. Hades said he only wanted her final days to be free of regret. So I was expected to be generous. Even when our five-year-old son, Eren, curled up beside her at the hearth and whispered that she felt more like home than I did, I still told myself he was only a child. Then one night, I heard him say to Hades, “Nympha is so gentle. So beautiful. I wish Mother could be more like her.” Hades only smiled. “Your mother is strict because she wants what is best for you,” he said. “But if you like Nympha so much, I can let her stand beside you at the family altar. She can bless you like a second mother.” That was when I finally understood. My husband had already given her my place. And my son had accepted her there. So the next morning, I placed a marriage dissolution agreement before Hades. He signed it without reading, because Nympha had collapsed again and he was desperate to reach her.By the time he realized what he had signed, I was already gone. If they wanted Nympha to be the lady of the Underworld, I would grant them their wish. But why, after I left, did Hades tear the Underworld apart looking for me? Why did my son cry himself sick, begging for the mother he once pushed away? And why did the dying woman they protected so carefully suddenly stop looking so fragile?