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Book Two: The Alpha Queen and her Human Mate: Shadowstorm Rising Chapter One: Embers Awaken The dream still clung to Raven’s skin as she slammed into the ground, breath exploding from her lungs, the cold dirt beneath her a shock after the fire. She rolled, instinct taking over, Nightfire blazing to life in her veins, black flames licking her arms as her blade swung up, blocking the descending claws of the creature above her. It screeched, a sound that tore at the edges of sanity, red eyes glowing in the darkness as it lunged again.

Chapter 41: The First Night The fire in the stone hearth crackled with a mocking warmth. It cast long and dancing shadows against the walls where the severed heads of beasts stared down at me with glass eyes. I sat in the heavy velvet armchair facing the door. My knuckles were white where I gripped the iron fire poker.

“But I want you to wait for me.” His silence cut deeper than steel. But he nodded. And I turned. The scroll felt heavy. I knelt in the center of the fire-ring and unrolled it. Ancient words burned into view—alive, shifting. I spoke them aloud. Each word sliced deeper. Each word peeled something away—my fear, my fire, my self. I saw everything: My mother on her knees, bloodied and praying. Derrick’s betrayal in Victor’s silent shadow. The First Flame—pure, unbroken, screaming for a vessel.

“He feeds on your fear and doubt. You must banish both.” I swallowed hard and closed my eyes, diving inward to the part of me that still believed, still hoped. The memories of my father’s kindness, my mother’s gentle touch, the fierce loyalty of my pack—they all became fuel for the Flame. It flared brighter, swirling around my arms and chest like liquid fire. Nytheras roared, a sound that shook the very foundation of this place, and surged toward me. I barely had time to react, feeling the icy chill of his claws grazing my skin before I unleashed the Flame in a blinding wave.

The person stuttered, "M-Mr. Zalmer… are you saying D-Dr. Zal—Winifred—is your daughter?" Serena ignored the crowd and moved the cursor to play the surveillance footage. In it, I wore a white laboratory coat and wore a surgical mask as I meticulously worked on an experiment. Everything seemed normal. Just then, the glass beaker before me caught on fire without warning. Flames soon shot to the sky as a thick plume of smoke came from the beaker. Upon seeing that, Raiden pointed at the screen and exclaimed, "There! Winifred, you must've done something wrong. Don't worry, though. I can endure your punishment on your behalf!"

I hissed when I felt his flame touch the side of Shade’s wings. Shade roared as he twisted around, his massive tail thrashing from side to side. He caught the dragon once, and the other one almost went down, but soon he soared above, his wings flapping down on us, as he opened his mouth, and if he breathed fire now, I knew I would be toast. “This would be the time, Nova...” I felt the first burst of flame and then the fucking dragon roared. ---- If you love the story, and want to know more about Vera and Mateo, come join me on my grop f aceb00k - Queens from hell! Tell me what you think. THis has become a longer chapter than I intended.

Pain surges through me, and I hit the ground hard. “Aria!” Lena screams. I push myself up, vision foggy. I can’t win like this. But then, I recall the flames. The golden flame. I close my eyes and reach deep inside. There it is. A spark. A flicker. I pull it forward. The flame bursts from me again, stronger this time, wrapping around my arms and legs like armor. My claws sparkle with golden light. I charge. We clash in the center of the chamber. His blade touches my claws, and for the first time, he staggers.

he said, eyes already gone dark. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. Time stopped. Matteo yelled something. Lazaro’s finger curled. And I knew he was going to pull the trigger. To be continued... Chapter 38 – Burn Them All Amara The city burns. Flames eat through rooftops like hungry mouths, smoke veils the sky until the sun itself disappears. Sirens scream like dying violins. Bullets cut through air thick with the scent of gasoline, blood, and betrayal.

My heartbeat echoed in my ears. 'Fire, come to me,' I whispered in my mind. At first, nothing happened. Then a warmth spread through my chest, pulsing outward like a second heartbeat. My fingers tingled. “Good,” Mother said softly. “Now, let it flow to your hand.” I lifted my hand, and to my shock, a flicker of flame danced across my palm. My eyes flew open. “By the Moon—!” I gasped, nearly dropping it. The flame sputtered, then shot up higher.

Her face is just blank! "W-what do you need from me?" I answered bravely. She looked at my reflection and I was surprised by what I saw in her eyes...bloodlust. "I might tell you a story...there is a moth who is dancing near a raging fire. And then the moth didn't notice that she is being eaten up by the fire and died. The end." I stopped myself from panicking, no I can't let my bloodlust eat me again. If so, I won't remember these things he said to me. I need details!