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Elara barely had time to pull Vesper back before a wraith lunged from the mist, claws slicing the air where he’d been standing. It wasn’t just any wraith. Its skin was blackened like burned flesh, but its eyes… its eyes glowed the same eerie blue as the throne’s magic. Her breath hitched. No. That’s impossible. The wraith tilted its head, sensing her hesitation. Then it spoke—its voice a horrible, guttural echo that didn’t belong in this world. “Blood of the throne,” it rasped. “You cannot run from us.” The air froze. Vesper and Lucian moved at the same time.

Her hair lifted in a wind that wasn’t there. Something moved in the glass. Not her. Not the room. Something just beyond the surface is leaning in. The same wrongness from her dorm. From the shadows that had thickened when she’d flared before. Something old. Patient. Watching. Her magic surged toward it like a tide. “No,” she gasped. She dropped to her knees. Pain ripped up her leg as she landed on the broken glass. Shard bit deep into her bare feet, into the skin beneath the robe’s hem. Warm wetness bloomed, soaking into the silk.

'Once you fall down there, your physical body, soul and mana energy will fall apart due to the nature of the barrier set in there. '. . the mana flowing in you will be attracted to the closest compatible vessel. . .' Is it going to happen anytime now? Oh yes, he is going to be a significant part of the second destruction of the Kingdom, what an honour. "Thea. . Johann. . " he whispered to himself, facing up from where he believes he fell from. 'I guess this marks the end of it. . .' Having no other choice but to surrender himself, he inhaled the heavy air he grasps, and closed his eyes.

And she would watch. Far beneath the earth, in the Obsidian Glades of the Dark Elves, Prince Veyrin stood in the Hall of Black Glass. Torches of cold blue flame reflected endlessly in polished obsidian walls, turning the chamber into an infinite night sky. His skin was the deep indigo of midnight, hair black as void and braided with silver chains. His armor—black leather and mithril—already bore the ceremonial cloak of deep purple, embroidered with silver spiders and crescent moons.

The Icy Deep ​POV: Alpha Kaelen Blackwood ​Thorne’s grip on my throat was like a vise forged of cold iron and dark magic. The vampire thrall wheezed, dark, necrotic blood bubbling over his lips and spilling onto my forearm. His crimson eyes glowed with a sick, triumphant light, entirely unbothered by the silver sword I had just driven completely through his heart.

She was a slave to her own obsession, just as Thorne was. I took a slow, deliberate breath, drawing on the cold, hard strength of the Sovereign power that Thorne hadn't quite managed to extinguish. "If they have forgotten me," I said, each word a drop of ice, "then I have nothing left to lose. And a female with nothing to lose is the most dangerous thing in this Spire." Vanya’s smile vanished. She hissed, her hand flying up to strike me. I didn't flinch. I didn't move. I just watched her with eyes that were beginning to glow with a faint, silver light.

"The Blackthorn Range is deep in Crescent Fang territory. Getting there would require passing through Aldrich's lines." "I know. But if we don't find a way to stabilize the Primordial, it won't matter how many soldiers we have. The seal is weakening every time I use its power. Eventually, there won't be enough of me left to control it." I looked around the table at each of them in turn. "We need the Voidglass. We need it soon." Kaelith was quiet for a long moment, his pale eyes fixed on the map like he was calculating distances and risks in his head. Finally, he spoke.

The Obsidian Throne Room was quiet except for the soft crackle of black candles and the occasional drip of wax onto marble. Elias Nightshade lounged in the massive chair carved from volcanic glass and bone, one leg draped lazily over the armrest, a crystal goblet of blood wine balanced on his fingers. The liquid inside swirled slow and dark, spiced with something older than most of his court could remember. To anyone who didn’t know him, he would have looked like a king at ease, beautiful in that deadly way vampires were, midnight hair falling loose around sharp cheekbones, crimson eyes half lidded, lips stained red.

Their children, Anna Cheyenne and Jacob, had grown into their own, embodying the power and grace of their lineage. Anna Cheyenne, with her striking red hair and piercing green eyes, had always been the more adventurous of the two. She roamed the kingdom with a fierce determination, her laughter echoing through the ancient halls. Her heart, however, was tethered to a vampire named Elias, a noble with a mysterious past. Together, they explored the depths of their heritage, uncovering secrets long buried in the annals of vampire history. Their bond was a testament to the strength of their kind—passionate, intense, and unyielding.

Red, the final book in the color series. Following the events of Book 1, Green had completely changed into a different person. She was no longer a vampire but a being who had the blood of Werewolves, Vampires, Witches and Dragons. The powers she had obtained coupled with the loss of her mate and the anxieties of being a mother to destined twins was enough to make her twisted. On one hand, she dearly craved revenge for her mate and on the other, she wanted to be a good mother.