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“You will not take this world with you. You died for a reason.” “But I returned for a purpose,” Mirelda said, voice deepening unnaturally. “The bloodline calls. The throne is mine.” With a snap of her fingers, the altar cracked, light spilling from it like golden fire. Mirelda’s final words echoed as darkness exploded from her form: “The curse is undone. The shadows will rise again under my command.” Selene’s scream rang through the valley as the world turned to black.

The battleground blurred—the line between friend and foe vanished as instinct consumed reason. Jeremy’s wolf surged forward, massive and merciless, tearing into the cursed with savage precision. Blood sprayed, darkening the moonlit ground, and for a moment I stood frozen, horror gluing me in place as he ripped heads from shoulders with terrifying ease. But then—I saw him. A figure draped in crimson, his presence cutting through the chaos like a blade. My breath caught in my throat as his gaze locked with mine, burning straight into my soul. They had warned us of this curse. They had whispered that I would be next. We never listened.

"You have to discover things for yourself, Celeste. I can only get you on the right path, which is what I'm doing." Is she acting the spiritual master now? "All I can tell you now is to be wary of their father. Stay away from him as much as possible." Why is she talking to me about Mr. Bathory? I haven't even met him yet. "I haven't met him yet. Is he the problem?" "Of course not! The whole family is cursed, but he's a powerful and fearsome man. There are no words strong enough to describe him; he is an evil being!" She's coming on strong!

“You’re not wrong, Aria. There are… stories, old tales passed down through the guild. I didn’t think they mattered anymore, but after what you’ve told me…” “What stories?” Kael moved to the table and unrolled an ancient piece of parchment. The edges were frayed, and the ink had faded in places, but the intricate drawings and symbols were still clear. At the center was a figure surrounded by flames and shadow, with a crescent-shaped mark glowing on their chest. “The Crimson Prophecy,” Kael said, his voice heavy. “It speaks of a time when the balance between humans and vampires will shatter. A chosen one, the Crimson Fated, will rise. They will either bring peace between the two races or plung

The Hollow Crown pulsed wildly, as if desperate to maintain control. And then, with a scream that tore through the chamber, Rael reached up and grasped the cursed crown. The moment his fingers touched it, darkness erupted. The entire Keep trembled, the walls groaning as fractures spider-webbed across them. The floor beneath them cracked, sending debris tumbling into the abyss below. The Hollow Crown resisted, its tendrils digging deeper into Rael’s flesh, trying to bind him forever. But Rael would not be caged.

I wrap my arms around her waist pulling her in for a chaste kiss before laying my forehead upon hers with a gentle hum. “Alpha Demetri Black is the head alpha of Crimson Dawn. Jamie called me a handful of times when Cole’s PTSD was triggered and Alpha Black needed a gentle way to bring him back. Jamie just found a package Alpha Black gave him that he didn’t expect to find addressed to me. A smartphone and a letter were found inside.” I break my hold on my mate and walk back to the table picking up the letter. I hand it to her and wait for her to finish reading. “All of us?”

Or they will ruin you again. He could almost see it now: a throne carved of obsidian and bone, its seat glowing with molten power. It called to something inside him—something primal, ancient, inevitable . Zara sensed the shift before he moved. Shadows coiled at his feet, rippling with hunger. “Maxim!” she cried. He blinked, and the throne vanished. The darkness receded like smoke chased by dawn. Sweat slicked his temples, his breath ragged. “It’s inside the bloodline,” he said hoarsely. “Every Vale who’s ever ruled carried this curse.”

he whispered. He closed his eyes. The bond between them was faint but not broken. Somewhere, deep inside him, the tie tugged like a string of magic and memory. But so did something else. A pulse. Slow. Heavy. Evil. The Crimson Order had begun to move again. --- The Crimson Order Hidden beneath the ruins of the ancient city Valemourne, a place untouched by time and cursed by blood, the Crimson Order gathered in silence. Candles burned with black flames. The walls were etched with old prophecies, written in the tongues of demons and dead kings.