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But before he could return back to the cold, brooding Zeus Valente, she pulled him towards her. "A queen? But I don't have a crown." She frowned. He saw those blue eyes, sharp and soft, broken yet determined. He reminisced the way she walked, the way she spoke. "True queen doesn't need a crown. Rather it's the throne that needs her." He looked at her. Astraea was different yet so same. He knew their history will repeat itself. He knew that like always he would end up being wounded and broken. But then again, when was he able to restrain himself? When was he able to force himself to break her spell?

Antony takes a rough breath and breaks from my gaze to walk over to the edge of the terrace to look out over his destroyed kingdom. “The Diamond and Diadem–which my ancestors made into a necklace after the death of Queen Eleanor–were the only things keeping the magic here in check. There were those who knew that the blessings of the falls were actually meant to be a curse. But those in power saw it differently, and wanted to keep it that way. I know very little about it, Isla. No more than you, honestly, but I saw first hand how the balance here was thrown off by the diamond being returned to its rightful home. I gave Alatar and his followers the edge over Maatua, and he was able to flex his

Just doesn’t sit right with me. “You have to believe me, Lucas. Right now, we’re probably already in danger.” She started looking at the window. “They’ve been watching me for years and they’ve been trying to kill me.” “Kill? They? Who’s they?” “Your uncle’s night creatures. When I found out the truth about your brother, I came back for you. I kept you hidden from them. But it seems the potion is wearing off.” “Wearing off?” I repeated. “That day at the bookshop, you saw me and I saw your aura. You and your brother have the same aura. It scared me when I saw it. Exactly like the devil’s.”

She sensed the conflict and knew she had to intervene to prevent it from escalating further. Tonya placed one hand on Theo's shoulder and one on Alaric's, closing her eyes as she focused her energy. A faint glow emanated from her touch, and images began to flow from Theo's mind into Alaric's. The room was silent as the visions played out in Alaric's mind—scenes of the evil queen using her magic to manipulate Theo's thoughts, casting illusions that reminded him of Jolene, a lost love. The queen's magic was seductive, twisting Theo's emotions to make him feel comforted in a moment of weakness.

“Your Grace, we need to kill Shuntha,'' Seti walked alongside Raiden as he made his way to the icy throne. The throne wasn’t made of ice but metal that was painted white, it was almost a century old. It didn’t rust, it wasn’t worn down, the paint wasn’t chipped, and it looked like it had just been crafted. Five fairies that were part of the kingdom forged the throne with magic, the fairies were once respected and loved; until King Atticruss and Queen, Tressa feared them and spread hatred amongst the people.

If it was true, then it was further proof that we were meant to be, but if it proved false… Either/or, August would be next in line for the throne, and that meant my son would always be in danger from Narcissa and that cult of hers. And, that would imply that Alaric wouldn't be too far behind. I worried that he might want to pick up where we last left off. Technically speaking, we were still very much betrothed in the eyes of Lycan society. "I did mention a temple." Kathrine titled her head slightly, mindful of the groceries still perched on her head. "Why? Are you looking to have the priestesses see what tapestry the Fates may have woven for you?"

BLADE. I was not comfortable letting Althea use her spells tonight, but I didn’t want to upset her by rejecting her idea of finding Fabian. Lucius and Adan reminded me earlier to avoid angering Althea, as it might trigger something from the necklace, as it seemed that the azurite stone had an attachment to her. And since they knew the stone was protected and created by dark magic, triggering any forces could pull Althea towards the dark side of witchcraft.

“And we’re right here.” Ares steps behind her, gold steady and fierce. “We don’t leave you. Ever.” The creature rises again, electricity sparking across its shoulders. The trial is beginning. With Clara. Because she’s the unstable part of the convergence… and the throne needs her steady. My heart pounds as the air charges thick with stormlight. “Clara,” I whisper, “whatever you do… don’t run from it.” Her eyes blaze lightning-blue. “I’m done running.” Ares POV

He scrutinized it for a long time before saying, "I wouldn't have expected any less of a proper lady of the Chapman family. Your embroidery is top-notch." Something occurred to him, and he pulled out a green moonstone pendant from his sleeve. He gave it to me. "My mother gave this to me, saying that it would keep me safe. I've kept it with me all these years while battling our enemies. I'll give it to you now if you don't mind having it." I saw streaks of blood on the pendant and knew that it had been with Gideon through many life-and-death situations. How could I possibly accept it?

Vivienne’s throat tightened. “Promise?” “I swear.” Outside, thunder rolled distantly. And somewhere below, Margaux Laurent began preparing for war.