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It has come to light that the young knight Cornelius and his lover Darwin were enlisting some of the most formidable knights to join their secret organization, and they needed to do it quickly. Lord Andrew Lawvosky's plot to eliminate the mother church's own knight warriors by transforming them into one of his lycan knights was being carried out without their knowledge, thanks to the efforts of the famed witch Camellana. However, there was a story that the old lycan had neither sired nor transformed them. Nonetheless, with the aid of Camellana's magic and a drop of Andrew's blood, they were able to conjure feral lycans. She was able to sire hundreds of lycan knights with the same appetites a

UNKNOWN POV I open my eyes slowly, straining to see in the dark, dammit, he got the drop on me. I can't stand witches or wizards they are a sneaky bunch. the pain in my side is incredible, the wound has healed, but im suspecting wolfsbane was somewhere on that knife, the pain still radiating after the wound has healed tells me that.

Cinders float from the sky, drifting down in large, powdery pieces of hot ash. Smoke thickens the air, choking visibility, but I’m not human—and for once, I’m grateful for the sharpness of near‑immortal eyes. Through the haze, I spot Bethany, the witch Canum once ordered to shove Edge down my throat. She hurls a spell meant to obliterate one of Phantom’s guards, but it misfires, charring a tree into more ash that swirls around us like burning snow.

The light that gathered at her fingertips was not gold anymore — it was white-hot, pure, unbound by the old laws. “I would burn it,” she said. “And I would rebuild it with what remains.” Kael reached for her, but she shook her head. “No. This is mine to end.” The Shadow King’s laughter cracked like thunder. “You are nothing, mortal flame. Your destiny was written in my hand.” “Then watch me rewrite it.” She raised her hands, and the world ignited. The light surged outward — not wild, not destructive, but cleansing. It cut through the black like dawn through smoke. The god reeled back, his form tearing, splitting, unraveling beneath her gaze. Every ounce of her power — every scar, every sacri

Queen Lirien POV The glade-vein trembles in the foul aftermath of his stench. ​The luminescent moss carpet recoils like flesh from a hot blister, its sapphire pulse stuttering under the sheer weight of my fury. A storm of starless voids swirls in my chest. Wicked black thorns unfurl from the vines surrounding my throne, violently raking the empty air where that rotten, rogue wolf hybrid just dared to stand. ​Cassian.

"Use your brain, Maurice. Do you think Her Majesty would bear to give me so many things as wedding gifts if I were marrying you?" "What does that mean?" I said, "It means these wedding gifts have nothing to do with you. Since Camilla had the nerve to steal what's mine, why can't I have her seized?" Camilla wanted to beg for mercy, but the imperial guards took her away. Before hurrying after them, Maurice snapped, "I won't ever forgive you if anything happens to Cami, Giselle!" After he left, the chamberlain spoke to me about Gideon. He said Gideon would be back in the capital in two days; His Majesty and Aunt Melanie were going to arrange for us to meet so we could get to know each other.

It moved like water, hissed like smoke. “Through pact and past, by bond and bane,” I whispered. “I call to the Lords of the Eternal Night. From blood and bone, from ruin and rite, Answer the call. Hear the mark. Come to the flame.” The blood sizzled. The vials cracked open one by one, their contents steaming into the air, forming five floating sigils above the circle—each the crest of a Dark Lord. Then, all at once, the flames in the fireplace went out.

Around him, the Shadowborn stirred—wolves with hollow eyes, their skin marred with blackened veins, their movements unnaturally precise. One knelt before him, its voice low, distorted. “We are ready, my lord.” Lucian’s lips curved into a cold smile. “Not yet. Not until you taste Crescent Ridge blood.” He paced, cloak whispering across the stone. “Lyra thinks she can gather the packs. That her silver blood makes her untouchable. But what is silver against shadow? What is light against the abyss?” His voice rose, echoing through the cavern. “We will break her. We will break them all.”

“Writing lies. Stirring chaos. Making me your headline.” “I didn’t—” My words broke into a gasp when his fingers brushed higher, so close I thought I’d come undone on the spot. “Don’t lie to me,” he warned. When he drew back, I thought I’d beg without meaning to, but instead he reached behind the couch. A cane—slender, polished, gleaming under the city lights—appeared in his grip. He didn’t strike me. He only let it glide along the bare skin of my thigh, tracing dangerous lines, making every nerve ending scream in anticipation.

Sienna's POV A steel-toed boot slammed into my ribs, and I curled on the ground, coughing up blood. "Get up, little she-wolf." Chief Elder Marcus looked down at me, a vicious smile on his face. Behind him stood a dozen armed men—Brynn's mercenaries. "The game is over." I pushed myself up, blood dripping from the corner of my mouth onto the grass. The forest around us was burning. Jake and the other rangers were already down, lying motionless nearby.