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, meal untouched. “Well,” he drawled, “that answers that question.” Then, on the other hand: “So. I heard you spent the night in Vaelen’s quarters.” Saeris nearly choked. Her ears went hot. Seriously? “So what do you have?” Vaelen cut in—to Yrene, perhaps for Saeris’ sake and she could’ve kissed him for it. Two vials appeared from the folds of Yrene’s jacket—or rather, from the curve of her breasts. She handed them over to Vaelen without ceremony. One was purple. The other, a deep, rich red. Saeris recognized the purple … had seen what it did to a man’s body before it cracked into a lycan's. But the red… the red was new. Vaelen turned the vials over in his fingers, and when his eyes l

“It’s locked with a biometric trigger. Only opens for you.” Alma hesitated, then placed her thumb on the scanner. The drone sparked whirred and then projected a 3D hologram midair. A face appeared. Valen. Alive. Older. Scarred. And wearing the black insignia of The Obsidian Order, a covert syndicate Alma had once infiltrated and dismantled. Or so she’d thought. “Alma Sterling,” the projection began, his voice gravelled and cold. “If you’re seeing this, it means Voss is dead. You’ve won a battle.”

As he was in the doorway with the knob in his hand, he turned his head. “I'll just say this once, Saga. Don't you dare help those two families any deeper. The girl you're looking for is Hugo Supernova's prey. She is a holy blooded wolvire.” Saga gasped, his eyes staring at his father without blinking. Mrs. Adrian stood up and said, “You don't need to worry anymore because INDICENT must have helped them. Just shut up and don't get into trouble. We don't want anything to happen to you, all right?”

And there, at the far end, stood an open door pulsing with unstable mana. I stepped through. “Stop right there.” My voice came out low. Controlled. Darius stood with his back to me, shoulders tense. He turned slowly, eyes burning—not with surprise, but irritation. “This doesn’t concern you,” he said flatly. “Leave.” I stepped fully into the room. That’s when I saw Master Veyron. He lay on the floor near the altar, robes darkened with blood, breath shallow and uneven. The air around him shimmered with some kind of residual spellwork—something invasive, corrosive.

“Convergence, bridge of realms, you seek the blade. Prove your worth, or perish.” My wings unfurl, lunar light flaring, but the construct’s gaze pierces me, and the forge shifts. I’m no longer in the citadel—I’m in a Conclave chamber, centuries ago, Elara’s lunar mark glowing, her voice pleading. “Don’t trust Taryn,” she says, her amber-silver eyes meeting Jorah’s. “His Veilbinder pact with Voren will doom us.” Jorah’s aura, primal and steady, falters as Taryn steps from the shadows, his blade striking Elara’s heart. She falls, silver blood pooling, and Jorah roars, claws slashing, but Taryn’s shadows overwhelm him. I scream, my claws slashing air, but it’s a vision, a memory, and the constr

It's disguised as a sea monster in the middle of the ocean. She appeared right after they went to get the relic inside the Charybdis. I suddenly felt weak because of what I realized. I can't even ignore these strong coincidences. Even if someone else says that Erenea is not the daughter of the dark lord, that would be nonsense if I believe it. If Papa is indeed the dark lord and if Erenea is his daughter, does that mean we've been dealing with creatures that want to destroy Wysteria for a long time? We were deceived the whole time and they even met and acted like they don't know each other or were strangers.

"Viper and your father- king Sorrow- were the original horsemen. They knew each other for tears before they ever stepped on the battle field. As for I and the last horsemen, we joined after the war started. Viper took me under his wing because he saw potential in a boy but the forth horsemen, he was accepted in to the group because he proved himself trust worthy. He appeared out of thin air and suddenly fought for Viper. He put his life on the line to protect the future king at all cost. He appeared out of no where but he managed to capture Viper's trust, which was not an easy thing to do." "What does any of this have to do with what you told me earlier?" I asked. "The fourth horseman, we kn

Time passed, though she could no longer measure it. Exhausted, she collapsed on the floor, unable to speak. Only then did Jack stop, leaning over her with a threat. “Alanna, I’m warning you one last time. Lewis is dead. If you want to live, obey me. “Cross me again, and you’ll be very sorry that you did!” … Disgusted by the blood on his hands, Jack locked the door and went to the bathroom to clean himself. Alanna lay sprawled across the floor, drenched in blood and utterly ruined.

That got everyone’s attention. “You know this how?” Rael asked. “Because he hated Dax.” Cian’s eyes narrowed. “Explain.” William swallowed. “He said Dax wanted freedom.” A pause. “He called that dangerous.” The silence deepened. Rael exchanged a look with Cian. Neither liked what they were hearing, neither did William. Because it meant there were more players on the board than anyone realized. And one of them had already reached Ironclaw. LYRA The first memory arrived just after sunset. Without warning.

“The threat is gone?” “The main force is entombed,” Valerius confirmed, his gaze on the still-smoking scar on the mountain. “But the Wheel is a hydra. Cut off one head, others will be stirring in the shadows. And we have made a powerful enemy today beyond the fanatics.” He nodded toward the east, where Gryffen’s lands lay. “He will hear of this. He will call it an atrocity, a reckless endangerment of the kingdom by barbaric methods. He will use it to turn the other eastern lords against us, and against the crown for siding with us.”