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I hope that our little run-in didn’t run Sapphire off. Besides class, my gem has more or less avoided me. Karli has tried talking to me a few times since, but that should stop now. I ripped into her yesterday. I even made her cry, which I don’t feel bad about. She had it coming. If it weren’t for our class, I don’t think I would even see Sapphire. I smirk when I walk into the library. I see a head of blue hair hiding in one of the corners. I nod at a few people I know studying here as I approach her. The entire area in front of her is covered in books and papers. I pull the chair beside her, ensuring the feet scrape against the floor. Her face jerks up as our eyes meet.

Sunday arrived with actual sunlight, which felt like poor timing. The island looked different in it, the black sand beach below the cliffs turned bronze, the stone walls of the academy lost their severity, the Atlantic shifted from its usual grey-green threat into something almost forgiving. Nora stood at the window of the east common room with her second coffee and looked at all of it and thought about Monday morning and an unstaffed academic wing and a manuscript sitting in a restricted section with thirty hours left before it disappeared into a High Court archive forever.

The cold liquid from her fractured water glass had pooled across the desk, slowly soaking through the hem of her charcoal silk robe and chilling her skin. She looked at the blank, dark shell of her laptop, realizing that her pursuit of the truth had just triggered the very trap Elias had designed for her from the moment she signed the agreement. She was stripped of her digital eyes, disconnected from her network, and completely at the mercy of the apex predator who had just turned the key on her cage. The silence of the West Wing returned, thicker and more oppressive than before, a physical reminder that within this brutalist masterpiece of stone and glass, Elias Thorne held absolute authori

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"Hmm Angel, It's nice to here again. I couldn't have you endure this torment again and so I called out to the Goddess. She and other gods trapped him in the form of the Prince. The price was I rest and not look for you and so I did. The Prince came forth essentially blocking the god. However, he was still drawn to find you. He doesn't know the reasons why, but he did and as I was informed made you queen." The man in the robes takes a vial out of his pocket. He pours the contents into a glass. Then bites his wrist dripping his blood into it. "Majesty, That was a vile of your blood I found in your chamber before.... Well you'll see. I've mixed my blood. I've always kept an eye on you at the ma

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The key slid inside easily with a metallic groan. Beyond the gate, the air changed. Heavier. Charged. Shelves warped with age, scrolls bound in wolf hide, tomes inked in ancient bloodline dialects. There was something dark that pulled her inside. Her fingers trembled as she scanned the shelves until one title pulsed in the low firelight. "Prophecies of the Shattered Thrones." She opened it carefully. The parchment crackled. And there it was. A single passage written in red... "When the flame returns, crowned or chained, she shall awaken the power of her bloodline and bring the tyrant to his knees. She who bears the mark shall bind or break the cursed throne."

Elara’s POV The air crackled with power. Elara stood frozen as the wraiths remained kneeling, their hollow eyes fixed on her. The weight of their expectation pressed against her chest, stealing the breath from her lungs. “Take the throne, Elara.” “You were always meant to rule.” Their whispers twisted through her mind, wrapping around her like an invisible chain. The longer she stood there, the more the magic of Valmere seeped into her bones. The throne—her mother’s throne—loomed before her, a beacon of darkness and power. A throne carved from obsidian, veins of molten gold pulsing like a heartbeat beneath its surface. It was alive. It was waiting.

The creature lunged. Chaos erupted. Elior’s blade met shadow, sparks flying as the creature absorbed the blow. Bram swung his axe, but it passed through as if cutting through mist. Myrra’s daggers struck true, yet the wounds sealed as quickly as they formed. Then its gaze locked onto Rael. A surge of heat exploded through him as the book’s pages flared to life, the ink twisting, forming words that burned into his vision: SPEAK AND CLAIM. Rael’s voice shook as he forced the words past his lips. “The Hollow Throne does not grant power. It takes.”

Then, out of nowhere, Rosa shoved me, sending me sprawling to the ground without a chance to brace myself. "Did I make the mistake of treating you too kindly, Elena? You think you can steal Sebastian from me? He's clearly my man, my Don, and I'm his wife. Spin one more tale about us, and you'll regret it," she spat, standing by Sebastian's side as if I were the homewrecker. Sebastian just watched, his face a mask of nothingness, as if he could not care less, silently backing up Rosa. Staring into Sebastian's icy eyes, I scoffed at myself and said, "Alright, I'll delete it right now!"