روايات وقصص ضمن Golden Vow Incantation Location

I said, pulling out the necklace and showing it to them. “What do we do?” Dawson asked. The necklace was glowing so much and it was burning my hand till I dropped it to the floor. “Damn!” I cursed and leaned down to pick it up, but this time the ray of the gold shine into my eyes and I stepped away. “What is that?” Kaidon asked, as he held me to himself and we all looked to the ground and observed the metal. “Is that…” “Willow ” I whispered and my eyes widened. “She has summoned the Wyvern from the underworld”

Darkness enveloped everything. There was nothing else that the person could see. Only the echoing voice of a woman who was chanting an incantation could be heard. "O sacred jewel in this great Land of Kamina..." The voice was clear in her ears. “I order you to remove the seal for the new generation, protectors of this Land of Vitania…” The incantation that the woman had cast was almost finished. Her voice was echoing in her ears. But just as the incantation was about to finish, another voice seemed to whisper in her ear.

“If there’s a snake in our ranks, I want to know.” Sylvara nods, leading us to a circular dais at the chamber’s heart, its runes glowing silver. “Place your hands on the dais, speak your true name, and focus on the relic. The Hollow will guide your sight.” As I step onto the dais, the chamber’s vines pulse, their light syncing with my mark. Cassia stands guard, her flames ready, while Renn hovers, scroll clutched like a lifeline. I touch the dais, its cool stone grounding me. “Lena Silvermoon,” I whisper.

Selene’s heart clenched with fierce love and sorrow. At the center of the Vale, the ground gaped in a great chasm—the site of the Revenant’s summoning. Bones and ash littered the edge, and in its depths pulsed a sickly violet glow. Callista and Nyx began the incantation, weaving lunar and celestial magic into a tapestry of light. The generals formed a protective circle, their weapons ready. Selene stepped to the chasm’s edge, heart pounding. She looked at Ryker. “Remember our vow.”

He placed it on the table, its glow reflecting in the dark stone around us. “The link is ready,” Jack said quietly. “But once it’s opened, he’ll know we’re reaching out. There’s no going back.” Kael’s eyes met mine. “You don’t have to do this.” “Yes, I do,” I whispered. “If he knows the truth about me, about what I am, I need to hear it from him.” He hesitated, then nodded once. “Stay behind me.” Jack placed both hands on the Moonstone and murmured the incantation. Light flared, spilling across the table in rippling waves. The air crackled, thick with power.

My voice cracked. He looked toward the open window. Beyond it, the forest glowed with moonlight filtering through tall glass trees, not natural, not witch-made either. Something ancient. “Neutral ground,” he said finally. “Far north of Golden Valley. The old temple of the First Coven. No one can track you here.” I pushed myself up slowly. “You mean, no one can find me here.” He didn’t deny it. “That too.” I stared at him, anger simmering just beneath the exhaustion. “You had no right..”

I sat on the stool he’d placed in the center of the room. Across the hall, Dylan was leaning against a stone pillar. He had his arms crossed, his eyes moving between me and Ciaran with a worried look. He didn't like this. Neither did I. Mother Vane began to chant. It wasn’t a song; it was a rhythmic, guttural sound that came from deep within her. It seemed to suck the air right out of the room. She threw the obsidian crystals onto the floor around my feet. Usually, these stones were supposed to glow a soft, pale blue to show a wolf’s lineage.

Wesley clenched his fists. "We're returning to Willowbrook." Caelan shook his head. "You no longer have that luxury." We turned toward him. "The third relic has already begun calling to its chosen." A strange warmth spread through the pendant around my neck. Then the Crown emitted a faint silver glow. A single image flashed through my mind. An endless forest. Ancient trees. A lake reflecting the full moon. And at its center... A sword buried in black stone. I gasped. "I know where it is."

“How would I know unless I try? And what if I get lucky? I could use a little moonpetal pollen, sleep with him for one night, and by sunrise, he’ll forget everything.” Lilith stared at me, her jaw on the floor. However, I wasn’t joking. I knew exactly how to enter the mountain. In my last life, Damian had spent years searching for forbidden rituals to hide his Omega identity. He had collected countless ancient texts, and one of them described how the golden-glow herb on Silent Peak could be crushed into juice and applied to fur to make one’s entire body shimmer gold permanently.

He turned his head slowly, his golden eyes locking onto Valerius with a terrifying, silent question. "Killian, no! It's a lie!" Valerius shouted, taking a step back, his hands raised in a frantic gesture of innocence. "He's a Master of Whispers! He's trying to divide us!" "Is he?" Cyprian smiled, revealing rows of needle-like teeth. "Then why did you lead them directly into the Altar of Silence, Valerius? Look down." I looked down. The floor beneath our feet wasn't stone. It was a massive, intricate ritual seal carved from obsidian and filled with glowing, liquid silver. And as I watched, the silver began to pulse in sync with my own heartbeat.