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“And even if it was jealousy, it doesn’t make my pulse this fast.” Before I could find an answer, Cassidan appeared at the end of the hall. “Riven, Kael. We need to talk.” We followed him to the common room. Damon was already there, pacing, a faint scowl between his brows. Cassidan held an old leather-bound book in his hand, its spine cracked, pages lined with runes that glowed faintly blue. “I found something,” Cassidan said. “In the archives. About the curse.” My heart thudded. “You mean the one binding the Ardent bloodline?”

“I see. But you just mentioned the books. Aren’t those books burnt into ashes? How will you be able to obtain them, Father?” Felix sighed. “I met someone. He is a Tatius, worshipper of the 12 titans. His ancestor was chosen to flee the island to be a spy, yet he wasn’t able to return.” Revi lowered her gaze, thinking about the fate of those who were chosen to leave the island before them. She had quite understood their condition. It must’ve been really hard for them. “However, his ancestor was able to gather important information.” Felix gazed at his daughter. “Renata, the books weren’t burnt. The victors burnt the copy of those books. The original ones are hidden somewhere else.”

The captain's smile was chilling, his words dripping with disdain. "The curse is your destiny," Captain Marcus Drago declared. "Some fates cannot be escaped." His confidence was unnerving, a poison that threatened to seep into their minds. But Amelia refused to let it take hold. She glanced at Gabriel, at Lucas, saw the fire in their eyes. They were not beaten, not yet.

But it bore a tattoo—a sigil Maya had seen before, once carved into a drowned body the trench spat up during the first war. It read: > “Testament of the Tide-Forsaken.” --- They found the vault behind a curtain of sea-thread. A stone altar, overgrown with memory coral, pulsed at the room’s center. And resting on it: a book. No cover. No binding. Just pages formed from the stretched skins of those who’d survived too long underwater. Maya reached out. The book opened itself. No wind. No touch. Just will. Inside, words carved in bleeding ink appeared:

Kai stepped in behind her, curious, light flickering faintly around his hands. “It’s from across the eastern ocean,” he said softly. “I can feel the power calling.” Nyx stiffened instantly. A mother’s fear never truly slept. “Open it carefully.” I broke the seal slowly. The words were written in an ancient dialect—one our family still understood. > Storm girl Aria. Your power is needed. Across the ocean, a rage curse has awakened. An island clan—human and shifter mixed—faces madness. The land is sinking. The sea is turning violent.

“The Alpha. He told me I could read. He permitted me. I didn’t mean to transgress. I only followed where he led.” The Queen’s eyes sharpened, turning into chips of flint. She stepped closer, the torchlight casting long, dancing shadows that made her look like a spectre of judgment. “That library is not a collection of stories, child. It is a vault. It contains things that must never leave its walls—arcane truths, blood-debts, and memories that my son guards with a ferocity that borders on madness. And yet… You are here. You are breathing.” The Queen leaned down, her presence suffocating. “If you had truly come into contact with him with the beast that dwells beneath his skin you would have d

Me and Carter. Snow’s hand found the edge of the door, knuckles white. I leaned against her shoulder, straining to hear every syllable that followed. Phineas guided the Oracle to the couch, his voice gentle. “Start from the beginning. Tell me exactly what you saw.” The Oracle’s breathing hitched. She clasped her hands together so tightly her knuckles turned pale. “I saw a red sky,” she whispered. “Red like spilled blood. The air was thick with smoke and ash. Fire—everywhere. Whole cities burning. Screams.” Her voice cracked. “So much death, Phineas. It was endless.”

Tatiana blinked slowly, then asked, “Wait, so… you actually touched the moon goddess?” I nodded and began to recount everything I could remember from the dream. I told them how Darius translated her words, how he saw his mate, how he—we—reached out and touched the goddess herself. And how I came back with her voice in my bones, her will etched into me like a mark I couldn’t wash off. Tatiana’s voice dropped, almost like she didn’t want to say it too loud. “So… something bigger is still coming?” She looked shaken. “Because this? This already felt huge.”

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

Why was this place so hard? When I finally opened my eyes everything was dark. Very dark. I could only see tiny spaces of light through small gaps. I was inside something tight and closed. A box. I was trapped in a box. My chest became tight. I have always been afraid of small spaces. I have always been afraid of the dark. Who would not be afraid of the dark in a situation like this? That was when I heard Luna Aliyah voice clearly. She was talking to some men outside. “Do not bring her back. I need her soul. The price is fair. Even if it is for free I will give her to you.”