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I could feel my mother’s stare lingering, heavy even as she continued giving instructions. “Why can’t I go to the Royal Academy like him? I don’t want Zakar’s choice as mine, Mother!” I snapped, pacing toward the bed, fists curling at my sides. “This alliance is needed, especially when you are king soon,” she said, voice tight but firm. “That’s the same thing you said to Zakar, but…” I hissed, teeth gritted, jaw aching, nails digging into my palms. She leaned down and kissed my cheek. “I’ll leave you to get ready,” she whispered, stepping out as the maids rolled the bags behind her. The door clicked shut, her heels and the low rumble of wheels echoing down the stairs until the sound faded in

The word felt inadequate. Magnus’s eyes met hers, filled with a mix of fear and determination that made her heart clench. Made her want to run and stay all at once. “It is.” Magnus took a deep breath, his gaze distant as if recalling ancient legends. Or nightmares. “There’s Zeeb,” he began, his voice taking on a hushed, almost reverent tone. “His spirit guide is Razor, a saber-toothed tiger that grants him superhuman strength. I’ve heard he can lift entire buildings with his bare hands.”

His face was pale, eyes reflecting the metallic gleam of Seraphim — the holy weapon he had seized after the final battle. One arm was no longer flesh. It was living alloy, cold silver laced with dark crimson veins. “You won, Evelyn…” he whispered, voice hoarse, as if speaking to a ghost. “But this era will bear my name, not yours.” On the table before him lay the dissected body of a vampire. Tubes fed dark fluid into an energy core wired directly to an artificial heart — the Genesis Core, the revived remnant of the Genesis Blood project. Every drop of blood inside trembled, glowing as if alive.

He hesitated but moved and sat down on the bed. "What is it?" He asked in concern. "How do you feel about leading the people and becoming their king?" I asked softly. He looked at me furiously then stood up and pointed a finger at me. "Have you gone insane!" He yelled at me loudly. "No, and please lower your voice." I answered. "Don't tell me to lower my voice when all you are saying is pure nonsense. You are the only direct blood born from the previous king and queen, I might be royalty but I'm far from the pure bloodline that had ruled this kingdom for generations!" He screamed.

he said, "and you reached into the deeper layer, the thread below the Royal power… What you touched was not part of your lineage." I held very still. "Meaning what?" I asked. "Meaning it did not come from the Royal bloodline." He turned back to me. His expression was the most unguarded I had ever seen it. Not afraid exactly. Something older than fear. Something that had been sitting with knowledge and wonder for a very long time. "The Royal lineage is ancient. Centuries old. The last of that bloodline was believed destroyed in the war that wiped out the first White Wolves." He paused. "But what you are carrying beneath it is older than that. Primitive maybe."

"I'm Tahr, of the royal silver dynasty." He squeezed a little too hard, but I managed to hold back a grimace. I looked to the other two boys and they were grinning too. Sarn assisted me up and we all shook hands. Laryn spoke after introductions were concluded. "So what's this bowing shit you keep speaking of? We're all dragons; we bow to no one." I realized he had no idea who I was. "The royal silver dragons are the mightiest dragons in all the realms."

Instead, he had pursued whatever passion moved him at the moment, with the latest being racecar driving. As always, Bennet had pursued what he wanted, and Barret had supported him, both financially and emotionally. His brother was only thirty-nine, but he had shouldered the burden of the kingdom for the past twenty-two years, though Sabrina’s mother had survived a year past the King, so she must have provided some support.

"You mean revenge?" Sebastian shrugged away. "I mean rebirth." He pointed to a tablet. Lazarus handed it over. On the screen: MonteTech Genesis Protocol [Status: Locked] [Access: Biological heir only] Sebastian's voice dropped to a hiss. "Then we make a new heir." Lazarus stiffened. "You… want to design someone?" Sebastian's voice was flat. Too flat. "No. We don't make. We steal." A beat that was long.

Alphonso's mindful comment brings Ridge to smirk as he continues to examine the weapon. "Good observation. Well, that sword is made from an underground silver stone, which makes it heavier and deadly against the enemies," Informs Ridge nonchalantly. Then, the Prince covers up the sword with its scabbard. "How about me? What can I help?" Genesis then raises her voice to asks the two gentlemen what role she could partake. "Genesis... please stay here..." Ridge's husky voice melts while pleading the Lady not to take part in this bloody mess. This scene has irritated Lady Ruby tremendously, making her eyes averts away from the two fastly.

Then slowly a man with the air of a mighty wind stepped in Two guards blew their trumpets loud enough for everyone to hear. "His royal majesty, the mighty lion, lord of the seas and the forest. Ruler of the imperial kingdom of Decreash, Regaleon Von Clegane! A guard shrilled in a high-pitched voice. The congregation in the hallway languidly rose to their feet. So did the queens seated at the upper deck of the hall. Ragaleon slowly made his way in, accompanied by his hand, Brandon, and his personal knight.