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The chandelier above swung violently, though no wind stirred. The air grew heavy—thick with something old. A magic that wasn’t mine. A presence that filled the room like black smoke. Alika’s body lifted slightly off the settee, her hair rising as if underwater. Her lips moved— But it was Morrigan’s voice that came out. > “The vessel breaks, the bride awakens. This time, the throne shall not remain empty.” “No,” I said firmly, stepping forward. “She is not your throne.” I grabbed the silver blade again and slashed my palm, fresh blood spilling.

I said, quickly changing the subject. "Yes, we do. Does anyone have a suggestion on where to start?" Braxton asked. I saw Thane hook his thumb over his shoulder, pointing to the books on the desk. "I vote we do some reading." I nodded, then stood up and approached the desk. They all looked very old, but I was drawn to one book in particular. I picked up the black, heavily used book that was titled Demon Hierarchy. I then turned back around and sat back down. I felt as if I was in a trance as I opened the book. All the noises in the background all faded away. I was pulled into my thoughts as I scanned the pages. I blinked a couple of times and when I looked up from the book I saw an enormous

The tide of the battle was turning against us, but before I could react, I heard my siblings’ voices in my head. “We will come back. And we will have our vengeance.” In the midst of the chaos, my mother appeared before me. “Raise your hands to the sky and repeat after me. Now, quickly, so you may return when the time is right.” I obeyed, drawing upon every ounce of strength as I chanted the prophecy: "This is the prophecy of the Order. Hear now, for we shall return when: One born of royalty, One born of sin, Three brought together, Brothers of another,

--The Nydisian Kingdom, Eraregord, Royal Academy-- "Dane, comprise a list of your best students and have them submit their names to be before tomorrow at noon," Lucian ordered as he took a seat in the headmaster's study. Dane was a tall yet lean man with olive skin tone and piercing red eyes, the colour eyes most vampires seemed to have. "Consider it done, Milord. Do you still wish to hold the tournament?" The headmaster, Dane, asked. His Highness had sent word to him a few days ago that he'd be arriving in a week's time to gather the academy's best as well as strongest fighters.

Inside, they found no statues, only memories frozen in time. In the center of the hall stood five thrones, each corresponding to an element. But there was a sixth throne—shattered and cold—at the very end. ThroneElementOriginal CustodianStatus The GlacialIce/OrderThe Queen of CalmElara's Template The SolarFire/WillThe King of CoreKael's Template The TideWater/LifeThe Abyssal LordTrench-King's Template The CrystalEarth/HarmonyThe Weaver of BondsZane's Template The GaleAir/OscillationThe Voice of the WindJulian's Template

Her hair lifted in a wind that wasn’t there. Something moved in the glass. Not her. Not the room. Something just beyond the surface is leaning in. The same wrongness from her dorm. From the shadows that had thickened when she’d flared before. Something old. Patient. Watching. Her magic surged toward it like a tide. “No,” she gasped. She dropped to her knees. Pain ripped up her leg as she landed on the broken glass. Shard bit deep into her bare feet, into the skin beneath the robe’s hem. Warm wetness bloomed, soaking into the silk.

A hooded figure turned. “You saw it with your own eyes?” the voice rasped. Ferra knelt. “They’re still kissing in shadows while the court dances in flames.” The figure nodded slowly. “Then we begin the severing.” The figure lifted a blackened case from beneath a heavy cloak and opened it. Inside—nestled in cloth—was a jagged glass vial filled with glowing silver-blue liquid. Ferra’s breath caught. “Tomorrow,” the figure said. “The Queen drinks. And the bond dies.”

Chapter 2️⃣ ❤️ A Lie in the Dark ❤️ Lynn let out a slow, tired sigh that made the golden crown on her head seem heavier than it looked. She leaned forward a little on the throne, her calm eyes sweeping across the room full of tense, frightened clan leaders, each one pretending not to glance at the black scorch where the goblin chief’s body still smoked.

The guards opened it, and I stepped inside with them. The people inside turned to me. My heart was beating rapidly, not used to the sudden attention I was receiving. They looked at me in awe from head to toe. I raised my head and looked at the throne. The King, Queen, and Axel hadn't arrived yet, but I was asked to sit on one of the chairs next to the king and queen's throne. I was nervous to see everyone looking at me. "His Majesty King Edmund Hastings, His Majesty Queen Charlene Hastings, His Royal Highness Prince Elric Axel Hastings," the guard loudly said, announcing the arrival of the three people.

And the true mate bond called to her like a siren. Lila watched her from across the hall during the feast, suspicion clear in her eyes. Kael drank heavily, his gaze dark. The game was reaching its boiling point. Elara raised her goblet in a silent toast to the shadows. The queen was coming for her crown , and she would drown her enemies in blood and ecstasy.