Lotr Breaking Of The Fellowship นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The mountain cracked beneath their feet. And still the voice continued. "THE PRISON ENDS." BOOOOOOOOOOOOM! The First Door fractured. A massive crack split its center. Then another. Then another. Golden light erupted through every opening. The structure was failing. Breaking. Dying. Then the impossible happened. Thomas stepped forward. Alone. The other heroes remained behind him. Not retreating. Not abandoning him. Trusting him. Elena could somehow feel it even from this distance. The trust.

Standing together. The original three. The image froze. Then cracked apart. The hall darkened. The voice continued. "They loved each other." The image shattered further. "They trusted each other." More cracks. "But they never forgave each other." Silence. The image finally broke apart completely. The realization hit hard. The original cycle hadn't failed because they lacked power. It failed because old wounds remained. Fear remained. Guilt remained. Pain remained. The mirror brightened again. Showing Lyra.

I parted my lips, and the crushed, ruined heart-shaped locket slid out from my mouth, hitting the floorboards with a dull metallic click. Logan’s eyes drifted down to the shattered locket on the floor. In a fraction of a second, his pupils violently constricted into sharp pinpricks. He snapped his head up, his entire body launching forward as he threw himself desperately toward me.

Finn stated. I shakily went on my knees and blew out the nearest candle. The roar increased as other sounds joined it but I kept putting off the candle, as I blew out the last one, and Finn quickly cleaned part of the circle. The portal disappeared immediately and that was when I broke down in tears. Crying loudly for Cirdan.

Lucas stood in the wreckage of the living room, letting out low, chilling growls. This was the man I had once loved—a cruel, cold-blooded demon. I felt a sense of relief that I had escaped from him, though I also pitied Lilith. But her suffering was her own doing. Lucas was taken away by the Werewolf Association, his face filled with despair and regret. I turned off the video and let out a long sigh. Lilith had used sweet words to deceive Lucas, driving a wedge between us, and had gone to great lengths to eliminate me.

"This is impossible! Violetta promised me! She promised! After my ceremony, we'd hold our Marking Ceremony. We were going to be together forever!" His voice broke as he sank to his knees, tears streaming down his face. "And Sylvan... he's just a young pup! I haven't even taught him how to ride a bike yet..." He began to claw at the ruins, his hands trembling with desperation. The flames still smoldered, and as he dug, the heat burned his hands, blistering his skin. The servants rushed to stop him, but he shoved them away with a primal growl. "Don't touch me!" he shouted. "Don't stop me from getting to Violetta and Sylvan! I was wrong! I shouldn't have chased after power! I betrayed them... o

“With respect, Elder, Marcus Redwood is no longer my mate.” “You shattered his arm,” Ravenn snapped. “One arm,” Bella corrected calmly. “And I saved his life seconds before that.” The Elder slammed his staff against the floor. “You humiliated an Alpha in front of his pack.” Bella met his gaze without flinching. Across the desk, Principal Belle—Agnes’ mother—sat stiffly, lips pressed thin, eyes burning with restrained hatred. Ravenn began to pace. “Alpha Marcus has lost his Luna. His pack is unstable. He requires discipline—and forgiveness.”

But there was no time to grieve. Because the Reclamation had shifted. His gaze ancient, cold, furious landed on the twins. Rowan and Elara stood hand in hand, golden light bleeding from their skin. Their bond pulsed like a drumbeat steady, bright, defiant. But it trembled now, as the ground beneath them cracked, signaling what the Reclamation intended. **“The bond,”** he said, voice like collapsing mountains, **“must be broken. Only then can balance be restored.”** “No!” Kael roared, surging to his feet.

he whispered, “we have to finish the seal. It’s still open. It needs... it needs both of us.” Raymond looked up at him. His eyes were red. His jaw was clenched. But he nodded. Together, father and son stepped into the circle—now empty—and touched the relic. Kane reached out first. “For her,” he whispered. Raymond followed. “For us.” The relic pulsed. Accepted the bond. And locked. A pulse shot out from the circle—soft, final, cleansing. Across the battlefield, Forsaken dropped where they stood—free from the tether to their King. Some howled. Some simply faded into mist. The shadow was broken. The spell undone.

The beam crashes into her barrier. A tiny fracture appears. Amara's eyes fill with terror. "No..." The barrier shatters completely. The combined power engulfs her. Her scream echoes across the valley before disappearing into silence. At that exact moment, Sara and Elara cry out. Their bodies begin dissolving into streams of silver-blue mana. The bond binding the three sisters finally breaks. One after another, their forms fade into countless glowing particles. The wind carries the light into the sky. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- One Month Later...