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Andrew chuckled. "You all remember what was written on the treasure map, right? 'The Fallen Crimson Dynasty treasure… the Underworld Kingdom of the Dead, the bliss of the fallen, the hell of the living.' "The Underworld Kingdom of the Dead, the bliss of the fallen—that sounds exactly like an underground empire, like Emperor Zenith's tomb. And in ancient times, only something like the royal tomb could be built on such a massive scale. At the very least, it had to belong to some insanely rich tycoon or a powerful warlord."

They were crudely charcoal-scrawled, the letters shaky but frantic. Alpha King Nikolai, the message read. The curse on your rifts is not fed by gold alone. Tanya paid the blood coven, but Richard has anchored the spell using an ancient Eclipse relic hidden inside the royal catacombs beneath the Bloodmoon palace. As long as that relic remains active, the ash will keep returning to your rivers, and it will slowly drain Queen Elena’s remaining life force until her core collapses completely. You cannot break this with an army from the outside. If you launch a full-scale invasion, Richard will destroy the catacombs and seal the relic forever, killing her. There is a secret drainage pipe behind th

My trembling hands pushed away the curtain, and the blinding morning light made me squint, but I struggled to keep them open to take on the grand sight outside this carriage. Towering ivory walls reaching up to fifty meters, seemingly reaching for the horizons, and a luxurious blackwood double-door gate embossed with a ruby-eyed ebony wolf howling to the heavens highlighted by golden lines, as if the giant black wolf with blood-red eyes is ready to leap out of the gate and massacre its enemies. The entrance to the core power territory of the Rogue kingdom exudes a terrifying momentum of bloodshed and carnage. It perfectly fits the image of the Rogue werewolf race that I have learned and hear

Her attention was elsewhere. She did not know why it was happening. She did not know that somewhere beneath her ribs, coiled in a place even she had never touched, something older than her name recognized this hall — recognized these weapons — as pieces of a Crown that had crumbled long before the kingdom's founders had learned to read. The Void Queen's dormant will did not announce itself. It only reached, quiet and absolute, and the weapons answered because they remembered being reached for before. Auriel knew none of this. She knew only the pressure building behind her eyes, and the sound — a hall full of ancient steel screaming a name it had no right to know.

Every major kingdom had been summoned to the Summit of the Twelve Alphas … the first gathering since my awakening had shaken the world. Cassian read the guest list aloud, steady, until his jaw locked around one name. “Blackthorn Kingdom.” Silence. Every eye in the room found me. I smiled instead of flinching … slow, calm, a little dangerous, even to my own ears. “Good. I’m tired of hiding.” ⸻ They opened the treasury that afternoon and drew the Moon Crown out from beneath centuries of sealed magic … a crown that had rejected every ruler who’d dared reach for it, its silver surface cold enough to fog the glass case around it.

Not submission. Recognition. The mark on my palm burned bright. The throne spoke inside the chamber. THE CONQUEROR MAY CLAIM THE CROWN. THE QUEEN MAY CLAIM THE CONQUEROR. Raiken stepped closer to me. Cassian’s red eyes did not move. Orochi descended from the black throne. Three kings stood before me. One bound by love. One bound by blood. One bound by ancient conquest. The false king laughed from inside the floor. “You still do not see it.”

“Just tell me where I am!” “Okay then” he then started look serious as he was preparing to tell something. “This is the other world. The Inhabitants of this Land call this world Beaume. Compared to your original world, it is not as advanced and modern as you might expect. It’s approximately about halfway through what your world calls the medieval age. This is the time period of war between dominant countries and war against demon creatures.” He explained. He snapped his left hand, and in an instant, brought a cup out of nowhere. He sipped a little before he continued.

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One of awe and pure admiration. "You're excused" The Prince said referring to the maids and cal who nodded in understanding. "What is your-" "Corey" He said indignantly. "Corey Adams. Descendant of zion, strong connection to wind and water. King of one of the strongest kingdoms of the three realms ruled by the sun goddess" Huh? "Corey huh. I admire your sense of humour." "Eat up. We have a lot to discuss" Five spoons into the soup, I was already full. No doubt, Kellyn had eaten more than half of hers.

“Stick with me, and I’m sure that you’ll uncover them as you get to know me.” “She can’t,” Anthrose’s voice rings out around us, causing my heart to skip a beat. “Her home and pack are Moon Storm. Once this is over, she will go back to her place beside Diego as Giddeon’s co-beta.” “Co-beat, so not full beta, huh?” Tyson murmurs. “Must be a bummer having to share such a position.” “Not really,” Giddeon shrugs, answering for me. “It means that I get to slack off a bit, so I see it as a win-win.”