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High above the desecrated courtyard, a lone black crow watched the scene silently from its perch on the broken pillar, and deep within Nysera's ancient soul, something fundamental finally began to break. End of Chapter 6

But the war for her soul had just begun. END OF CHAPTER 14..

Emily The morning sun streams in through my bedroom window, signalling the fateful day has arrived. Today I leave behind my old life for a new future as Luna of Red Creed Pack. More importantly, today marks the first step toward achieving my long-awaited revenge. By this time tomorrow, I'll be far from the grasp of Dorian and Lily. Too far for them to continue hounding my steps. A knock sounds at the door before my mother enters, her smile tinged with melancholy. "Good morning, my darling. Are you all ready for your departure?"

' 'That heartless woman! She had used this method to take revenge on me. On top of the divorce agreement was a folded medical report. My hands trembled violently with rage, barely able to hold the thin sheet of paper. It was a miscarriage report. "No... It can’t be..." I muttered to myself, feeling the world spin around me. I tried to reach out to Jessica telepathically, but it was as if an invisible wall kept us apart. It was impenetrable. Jessica had completely severed our connection.

She left with a few of his warriors and as they drove away, she was planning how to make sure that she was the only one standing at the end of this battle. As Phoenix was about to mindlink Gael of her exact whereabouts she heard a blood curdling scream. She looked in the direction it came from to see two brutes separating a mother and young daughter. The child couldn’t have been 11 or 12 at best. One of the huge warriors laughed as the mother fought hard to go to the child. “Hey bitch, you’d better have this same energy when I take you again, or I’ll do you while watching him take your daughter. The little girl screams.

Perfect. Unaware. And then her heart broke. A crack formed. Through her pain, he reached. And through her pain, I felt the world again. Now— I sense his claws pushing through the Veil. I sense her soul slipping. I sense my daughter’s daughter fracturing between worlds. And I refuse to let her be devoured. Not while any part of my divinity remains. I thrust my hand through the Veil— burning screaming breaking— Reaching for the girl who carries my blood.

Sweat slicked my skin; my body shuddered with the aftershocks of pain. “What did you see?” he demanded. I swallowed hard, the taste of ash still in my mouth. “Her. I saw… I saw my daughter. And the war she’ll bring.” The Breaking Point The visions worsened. Each day I staggered through training with the rogues, forcing my body to move even as exhaustion dragged me down. Each night the pain returned, hotter, sharper, until I thought my skin might split apart. The others whispered when they thought I couldn’t hear. Some said I was cursed. Some said the child inside me wasn’t natural. Only Caleb never wavered. His voice was my anchor, his hands steady when mine shook.

“I’ll be seeing you soon, Thorin Parker.” Thorin swallowed hard as he shook Daniel’s hand. “Yes, of course, your Majesty.” Daniel slapped his hand on Haldir’s shoulder. “See you soon, old friend.” Then, Daniel walked a few paces towards the woods and misted into the night. Thorin looked at Haldir and asked, “What in the hell, Haldir? You didn’t think it was important to mention that my mate is Daniel Darke’s only daughter and a goddamn psychic?” Haldir chuckled to himself as he pulled on his beard. “I had to make sure you wouldn’t try to run away.”

Thank you so much for reading my first ever book, I leave you with the first chapter from Rise of a Queen - book 2 for your enjoyment. RISE OF A QUEEN - BOOK 2 Chapter 1 – A New Kingdom. LAMIA I looked out the window on the top floor of my castle, yes, my castle, taking slow sips from the crystal glass that held the dark thick rum, my drink of choice tonight, as I pondered over the past two years and how far we had come.

Hand in hand, they passed through the room, and the inferno followed with them. Her small, blood-caked feet slapped against the tile floor as Teddy escorted her into the hallway. Only in dreams had Haldir ever seen her in all her fiery beauty, and when her cold, sinister eyes graced him, he bowed his head to the Mother of Flames. The part of his daughter that remained, the playful girl he loved, nodded to the stairs and winked at him, but the shrill voices of the underworld rose from her throat instead. “This way, fellas.”