Novel & Cerita Golden Vow Incantation Location

so far. I turned to Caleb. He was watching me carefully, his pale eyes thoughtful. Then he stepped forward. "What happened to you," he said quietly, "was a Golden Awakening." I blinked. "A what now?" He gestured for me to sit. I obeyed immediately because frankly if someone starts talking magical nonsense after your hands explode with gold light, you sit the hell down. Caleb leaned against the desk. "A Golden Awakening is an extremely rare magical manifestation among wolves with access to the Forbidden Arts."

"You'll need to time your working to the third invocation. Not before. If you cast too early it unravels the binding entirely." "I know," Viviana said. "I've read it four times." "Then we begin," Esmeralda said. The chanting started low. Words I didn't understand, in a language older than anything I'd encountered even across months of supernatural exposure, the coven's voices weaving together until the sound itself felt like something physically pressing against my skin. I felt my own power respond. The gold light came up from my hands without my directing it, called forward by the ritual the way the Bloodstone had once tried to call it and failed.

I turned to the window so no one would catch me almost smiling. My phone buzzed. Soren. “The seven packs are here,” the message said. “All of them. It’s going well.” A few seconds later: “Also, the confluence ground is doing something new.” Then another: “Kaelis. The gold light changed color.” I sat up straighter. Typed back, “Changed to what?” The reply came fast. “Silver. It’s all silver now, for the last ten minutes. The first wolf is at the center, not moving. Just standing there like it’s waiting. I think it’s waiting for you.”

It is nothing more than that. Well, whatever the crisis is, it seems someone in your family has found an extraordinary source of new capital, Eleanor said, casually tossing her leather bound tablet onto the center of the table. Cynthia frowned, her eyes darting toward the screen. What is that? I arrived early because I had to stop by the financial district to authorize a private gold transfer at the Obsidian Vault boutique, Eleanor explained, her voice dropping into an intensely engaging, high stakes register. The entire block was completely locked down by the maritime municipal police. I assumed it was a visiting foreign diplomat or a high ranking state official from the capital.

Beyond their position, the foe lingered. “This is it,” Rowan remarked, coming up next to me. I nodded, my heart racing in my chest. “There's no going back.” The cue was provided, and Rowan’s squad advanced, their steps muted by the soft ground. Shortly after, the sound of clashing steel and the howl of wolves broke the stillness. Within Silvermoon, Dahlia observed the ceremonial area from a concealed spot. The warlocks started their incantation, their voices ascending in an eerie tune that sent shivers down her spine.

“He’s really going to do it.” Callum exhaled beside me. “He wasn’t supposed to.” That struck oddly, but I had no time to parse it. My gaze was fixed on the Sanctum. The Sanctum of Vows stood at the ballroom’s center like a relic carved from myth—a basin of obsidian veined with gold, resting atop a dais etched with runes so old they pulsed beneath enchantment. The ballroom had encircled it all night, like guests knew better than to go too close. No one had approached. No one dared.

I shook my head, raising my voice so everyone could hear. “We will be praying to the Moon Goddess,” I began, slowing shifting my eyes around the circle. “But not for her protection, nor for safe passage. No, we will be praying for her to send her greatest weapon to wipe out this stain on her domain. There is no need to speak aloud, just close your eyes and pray in whatever way works best for you. Pray that she shines her light upon us, pray that she sees us through this nightmare. But mostly pray that she sends the Silver Myst.”

I knew he suspected something, knew he was piecing it together and all I could do was pray that my action tonight had been enough to dissuade him from further investigation. “Now that that has been done, Your Majesty, let’s proceed to the gemstone,” elder Rowan spoke, his voice steady but also filled with joy. We made our way to the place where the gemstone awaited us, a relic of immense power and significance. The elder instructed us, “Now you have to hold the Lunar’s hand and place your joint hands on the stone.” I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest, hoping that the potion would complete its task. I took Reena’s hand, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. Together, we placed our

dela with the bags of gold that I set out for them and their owner. Back at the shrine I resumed my work and began to lay the groundwork from the scrolls I stole from the cabin when I finally had access to it. The spell was solid and I understood how she was able to successfully pull such a heist and succeed. But reversing a spell was also a piece of cake if you knew your way around such things. In the middle of the chant I felt an explosion. Nobody was supposed to be here. Even if the coven was under attack, this was the last place anyone would dare to attack because its location was carefully camouflaged!