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He is ignoring them and building it his way. The northern ice is holding. The fifty nodes are locked. But the ocean is getting loud, Jace. The Leviathans in the deep trenches are waking up to the rhythm. Keep your ears open. Blood and Iron. - Torin. I let out a low breath, folding the letter and sliding it into my pocket. "The Leviathans," Elara murmured, having read the letter over my shoulder. "When we dropped the anchors... we didn't just wake up the magma, did we?"

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"What is it?" "Those are the seven realms," He picked up one of the stones and grazed his finger over it. They locked eyes momentarily before Lucian continued speaking, "The realm of the dragons, the realm of the giants, the ice realm, the realm of fire, the realm of water, earth realm, and the realm of the dead." Katherine thought back to the tales Eleanor would tell her about the never ended conflict between the ice realm and realm of fire.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Hold on, Tessa, I’m coming.” The soft down pillow he rested his head on was drenched in his sweat, and he sat up, gasping for breath. “What the fuck was that?” Throwing off his blankets, he stumbled from the bed as the quick knock came to his door. “Come in.” King Daniel opened the door and pushed his black hair off his forehead as Haldir threw his things into his bag of holding. “Tessa…” “I know.” Haldir stopped and breathed hard as he recalled the vision and prayed it was wrong. “Did I see what I think I did?”

I was late morning when Tristan entered the room pulling my head of the book, I looked at him in slight amazement. “We have the conference call in twenty minutes.” He greeted stepping into the room as I looked up. “What?” He asked and I held up the book. “Tristan, this book.” I stated not really knowing how to explain it. “It’s a novel, just a story that I found in the library, but it’s based on a family of werewolves, the two daughters, twins, were born with a special gift, they could produce fire and ice.” I uttered and watched as his brows rose. “They later became joint alphas of the their pack. Do you think this could be the story of the alpha twins that we were looking for?”

POV DARLENE The Loom of the Fourteen Thrones was not a hall of stone or gold; it was a cathedral of suspended history, where the air itself was woven from the dying breaths of every Alpha who had ever chosen "Order" over "Love". We stood on a platform of translucent mercury that floated in a void of obsidian shadow, while around us, fourteen pillars of black-light rose like ribs into a sky of violet-white fire.

And yet, I had found power here in the past, buried between forgotten scrolls and ancient pages inked with truth. I let my fingers trail along the spines of the books as I walked slowly through the rows, dust clinging to my skin like memory. These books did not fear me. They did not lie to me. They did not twist love into leverage or silence into punishment. They simply were. I stopped in front of a worn leather tome entitled The Fall of Kingdoms, and smiled bitterly. The irony was thick enough to choke on. A book about ruined thrones, resting on the shelf of a woman bound to a crumbling one. The gods truly had a sense of humor—vicious, sharp, and cruel.

"Cressen had wisdom." "I trusted in his wisdom and your wiles, and what did they avail me, smuggler? The storm lords sent you packing. I went to them a beggar and they laughed at me. Well, there will be no more begging, and no more laughing either. The Iron Throne is mine by rights, but how am I to take it? There are four kings in the realm, and three of them have more men and more gold than I do. I have ships . . . and I have her. The red woman. Half my knights are afraid even to say her name, did you know? If she can do nothing else, a sorceress who can inspire such dread in grown men is not to be despised. A frightened man is a beaten man. And perhaps she can do more. I mean to find out.

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.