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I say. "Then we will be sure to join," Nathalia responds. Offering them a curt bow Flavius and I leave the room. A cool breeze drifts through the cavern bringing a dewy scent with it. When we make it back to our room we quickly dress for bed. *** The throne room buzzes with whispers as Nathalia and Alec enter, James close behind them. I greet them with a small nod to which they respond in the same manner. The sisters settle in cushioned chairs placed by my throne. I stand causing the chatter to quiet.

’ So maybe Skylar was always meant to be one and with Julian as her mate and Prince Nathaniel nearby, she would be the most protected treasure of the Royal family… Well, at least until Prince Nathaniel found his Princess… And then they both would be protected equally. I close the book and whisper, “My Bloodline's Book of Power, My Bloodline's book of spells. I return you to which you came.” The book then disappears from off my lap and I look over at Victoria before moving the blanket from my legs, getting to my feet and making my way over toward the bathroom. Unfortunately, I only take three steps before I nearly collapse as a sharp pain shoots through my whole body. Victoria seemed to move

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

" I asked. None of this made any sense at all, why was my father trying so hard to take me out and why was he using Xander to do it for him? He had every chance to do it himself but he wouldn't. "I need to go back over the laws. Something still isn't right." I said scrunching my face together. "What do you mean?" Alley asked. "Well because if I remember correctly If I were to kill him or he kill me for the throne it wouldn't happen because you can't murder your sibling for the title. It has to be fought for." I replied. "This is your memories, think back on when you read about it and take us there." Pythia said. I focused on what I could and I could feel Sage running around trying to help me

However, the white tiger tribe was no longer easy to defeat. The new tribe members did not want their newfound happiness to be destroyed, so they followed Sean into battles. I did not know much about war, but I had learned some tactics from books. Occasionally, I taught Sean some strategies over the winter. It was all theoretical to me, of course. Thankfully, Sean knew how to apply the strategies in reality. He tricked his enemies on the battlefield and won within a month. He knelt on one knee before me on the day of his victorious return and announced me as the tribe's queen.

“You are heir to more than Sterling blood. You are heir to the forgotten throne. Heir of the goddess cast aside.” Her throat tightened. “No… I’m just—” “You are the flame reborn,” the spirit interrupted, voice fierce. “And the world will bow. Ash to ash. Fire to fire. You will rise, or you will burn.” The fire surged higher, enveloping her in light. She felt heat course through her veins, fierce but not destroying. It was power. Claiming her. Becoming her. Tears blurred her vision. “I can’t—” “You already are,” the spirit whispered. “Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.”

Then he gave a slow nod to his men. He looked at Sergio with unbridled hatred. "This isn't over, not by a long short. I will be back to claim what is mine." One by one, they backed off. Fading into smoke. Into retreat. ************************************************** The silence that followed was deafening. Rosana stood alone in the center of the destroyed hallway, her dress streaked with soot and blood. A shard of broken mirror leaned against the wall nearby, reflecting pieces of her—sharp, splintered, unrecognizable.

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.

She mumbled making my lips twitch. “Men do not have beautiful eyes.” I pointed out. “But their lips are beautiful when they release a smile.” She retorted pecking them. “You are the reason for them.” I whispered with sleep consuming me slowly. “I better be.” She warned and snuggled still laying over me before we both let the sleep consume us. *Counil’s Pov* “We can see that you are having a difficulty with ruling Agatha.” Elder one uttered glancing at Vali, the King of the Tanika which is the second best Kingdom after Agatha and the new ruler of Agatha.

"That's why I'm paying you and not doing it myself." "Counselor." Delia's voice had gone flat and careful. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to get somebody killed." I watched the black water. I thought about the pages I was not sending, the ones with a small pressed insignia in the corner of the paper stock, a crown, the St. James mark my father had used out of habit or fear or some horrible loyalty, the pages that would have hung a different king. I'd photographed every page in the tower and sat up three nights sorting them the way a surgeon sorts tissue: this stays, this goes, this touches Malik and therefore burns. I had built a knife that cut in exactly one direction.