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Just like that, fabric unfurled like waves, lifting coffins out of the ground as if like a magic trick. One by one, infant spirits broke free from their wooden prisons. I pointed at them, then back at Jim. "See them? Some never got to talk, some never even saw the world. They're just like you, trapped between life and death. In seven days, this place will be as spooky as it gets. Are you in? Will you fight with me, even if it's to the death?"

It was only a matter of time before his entire body succumbed to the flames. The throne room was silent. It was like everyone was holding their breath for the young prince, saying their goodbyes. I kept my eyes on my nephew, the last honor I could give him before he passed, when suddenly, light like I've never seen before began spreading in the room. The light seemed to have a life of its own as it went into Avani. Murmurs broke out in the throne room and all eyes turned to the werewolf girl, still kneeling on the floor, her eyes fixed on my nephew.

"Yeah. That exact one. Remember she would often mention the sacrifice that the two beings had to make in order for stability to be ensured?" "Yes? And your point is?" "Well… isn't it starting to look like that shit wasn't just a bedtime story Robbie? I mean think about it." She said reaching for a couple books sprawled across the table. "Aunt was preparing us, all of us for this moment. And everything we had to know…" she opened one of the books to a particular page, "...were hidden in every line of the story." "We're the living energy sources Robbie. The Holders of the rings, it's us… all of us."

Nonetheless, the bright full moon at the sky served enough to illuminate the grounds and other objects inside from the open windows. Likewise, the figure of a lady seated on an extravagant, intricately chiseled and decorated throne glows bright as two tall windows flash light on her like converging spotlights. The rear of her fingers altogether supported her tilted head while her other arm rests at her lap. Few meters away from her, a young man stands still, staring directly at her, awaiting the movement she will take. It is Tristan, that child she has been watching over since the first day of their meeting.

He expected Oz to cast a love spell of some sort. " You fool. It isn't just any ring. This is the ring of the ancient Roman queen, Archuletta. It is the ring of no sin. A ring that will make her forever yours, even against her will.", Oz said proudly. "It looks cheap. But the question is, will she love me?", Gregory asked. "Do you think you will love her the same if she is madly in love with you? If she chased behind you like all the other?" Oz asked.

Instead, it belonged to the woman I had once humiliated before my own pack. Niall tugged weakly at my sleeve, his eyes fixed on Otsana’s glowing wrist. “Uncle,” he whispered, and the word still struck me like a wound and a gift together. “The ring says the gold path is opening under the old throne.” I looked at Daciana. She had already heard. So had Otsana. The floor beneath the altar cracked in a perfect circle, and the old throne’s shadow rose through the stone like smoke from a grave.

And we are just getting started. inside the Throne-ship, 3:47 a.m. The throne room is too quiet. No wind. No sound except my board wheels on frozen lightning rails and the low, steady drum of five heartbeats behind me. The Sky King stands between me and the empty throne. Ten feet tall, maybe more. Armor of living stormclouds that shift and coil like serpents. Crown of black ice and starlight. Eyes the exact color of the moment before the world ends.

I asked, not bothering in the slightest to lighten my tone for the bastard. "Well, as you know, certain familiars can get you better standings in Celestia, and it just so happens that one of the high advisors to the throne is looking for a suitable wife." The second those words came out of his mouth, I felt the shift in the air as Xavier slowly, deliberately set his glass down onto the table, as Nova visibly shrank back further, as if thinking that my father would even attempt to grab her with the two of them here. This time, though, it wasn't just tension radiating off Xavier. I felt every hair on my body stand on end as his power charged the air around us in his silent fury. I glanced up a

Perhaps it was the ointment Sean often applied to my body; it had changed drastically compared to my past life. I felt as strong as the females in the tribe. The moment her hand reached for me, I dodged her nimbly. She lunged forward and fell clumsily to the ground. The other females noticed it. They immediately rushed over and shoved Autumn aside. They instantly stood protectively in front of me and glared at Autumn. They asked, "What do you think you're doing? How dare you disrespect the Lady Divine?" Autumn was dumbfounded. "What do you mean? Lady Divine?" she asked.

The international reach was not something Mara had anticipated. She sat with the third translation in her hands of a community in the southern continent, governance tradition different in its specifics and identical in its failures and thought about Rael's letter in the wooden box on the shelf behind her. He had put something carefully into the world with the intention of reaching a specific person, and it had travelled thirty years to arrive exactly where it needed to be. The book had been put into the world with the intention of being useful, and it was travelling further than she could see from where she was standing.