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No one would, for they knew going against their King would end them up dead. Sitting atop his horse, Toban smirked down at the village below him. Dragons in different shades of red and grey flew around breathing fire on the once happy village. This is what he wanted. He wanted the village to remember who their king was and who their king would always be. Once Toban had the Great Book, he would be able to live forever. The power the book would give him would be enough to have him living for many moons to come. Hearing the scream of his people, Toban turned to look at his general. "I want all of them brought back to the Palace at once."

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It builds between us with each shared glance, each casual touch, each moment in each other's presence. And as I watch Dawn—our Dawn—contemplating us over the rim of her goblet, her heterochromatic eyes reflecting the firelight, I know with bone-deep certainty that our centuries of running from destiny have come to an end. The light witch has found her dragons, whether any of us are ready to admit it or not.

From the ruins of betrayal rose not just a throne reborn, but a love crowned eternal. Yet even in triumph, sorrow lingered. Darian Crestfall, loyal knight torn between oath and heart, was laid to rest beneath the stones of Black Hollow. Lyra Esthaven, bold warrior cursed by destiny, vanished into the Whispering Forest, her fate left to the winds. Cyrion Duskbane, heir of a fallen kingdom, departed eastward, seeking redemption beyond the Vale’s reach.

If this is who I think it is— Then Dahlia is the beginning of something I buried long ago.

The younger the Ronas, the easier for Valir to control them. He knew too well how his mother had felt about Valir’s court of Ronas. In a way, he pitied those girls. He was afraid he would see his own mother in every one of these girls. After Grey’s entourage, came two kingdoms from the far west of the continent. A Sultan Prince from the South also appeared carrying numerous crates of rare herbs and jewells not seen on this side of the continent.

I commented, taking a seat on the only chair, breathing in the peace that surrounded me now. The first book on top of the pile had it’s name carved on the leather cover, painted with gold and designed with small gems that shines when the light hits them. At first, I found it hard to read the letter but the more I stare at them, the more I seem to get it. It reads, “The Helsings: Protector of the Kingdom of Doria…” I opened the book, and oh, it was empty. Empty. Like really empty! Confused, I began flipping the pages only to find nothing but an empty pages, a thick empty book.

It was a heavy volume bound in deep scarlet leather. The title, written in gold, was “A Brief History of the Nocturne Territories and the Valerius Dynasty”. The subtitle was “Vampires and humans”. I snatched it up, quickly reading with my heart hammering. Vampires? Dynasty? My mind immediately began filing away information. This was no ordinary world.

The transition from "Ascended Monarchs" to "starving shifters" happened remarkably fast. For hours, we were buried in vellum and leather. We moved through stacks of ancient scrolls, but it seemed the Great Library of the Queens had a sense of humor—or a very mundane side. We found "The Little Dragon Who Lost His Spark," a three-volume set on the proper way to tax wool in the fourteenth century, and a surprisingly aggressive book on the ethics of herbalism.