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A third throne. It rose slowly from the floor, built from the same ancient stone but different. One side glowed with pure silver light, bright and steady like moonlight on snow. The other side swirled with deep shadow, dark and alive, shifting like smoke caught in the wind. The two powers met in the middle, blending without fighting. Silver and shadow, balanced together. Lyra’s breath caught. She helped Rowan closer until they stood right in front of it. The throne felt alive. It called to something deep inside her blood.

Together we climbed the long marble steps toward the throne that had once been stained by my blood. This time— the crown was ours.

Paul—or whoever he was—lay there with his throat opened up, eyes staring at the ceiling in a permanent state of shock. Words from my childhood rang in my head: They will find you later. Just stay low. Don’t do anything stupid. Fuck! They had found me. My past had caught up with me. Yes, I, Thalia Thorne, held a secret. I wasn’t human. I was born into the wrong part of the hierarchy. In the Great North, your eyes are your destiny. Gold eyes are Gemini—the royalty. Blue eyes are Capricorn—the servants. But then there are the ones like me. A dark-eyed cub with a cancer mark—an abomination. Black eyes. The ones who didn’t get to live.

her voice was smooth and cold like a piece of polished glass. "Just give me the access codes and I'll make sure the Council loses everything they’ve built over the last ten years," I promised, and I waited for her response while the wind started to howl through the ancient tombstones. The phone beeped as she sent a data file to my device and I saw the thermal map of the quarry start to render on the small screen, but as I looked at the heat signatures I saw a massive gathering of troops at the very bottom of the pit that didn't look like they were preparing for a conversation.

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

Faced below, he watched in complete awe, not knowing what to do. He furrowed with a crease before the glass shattered. He dropped in instantly, thus the lights faded. Series Name : Born By Power Sequel Name : The Uprise Of Hell (Book 2) Chapter : Chapter 15 ; Torments 2 Song of Choice : Feedback / Question :

The dreaded King Daniel of the Darke stood in front of the stained-glass window in the castle library with his hands clasped behind his back as Imara started to appear from the mist. Unlike every other witch he’d ever encountered, Imara’s mist glowed white and gold like a cloud on a sunny day. There were no white lighters left in the Realm, or at least they kept their existence hidden away. Daniel’s deep dark eyes weren’t used to her shine and he needed a few moments to adjust to her brilliance.

By the time pale dawn light began creeping through the tall windows of Raelthorn Estate, my nerves were shredded and my patience nonexistent. Raelthorn rose from the mountains like something grown rather than built, black stone veined with silver runes, ancient towers carved directly into rock. It wasn’t just a residence. It was a stronghold. A throne wrapped in stone and teeth. I stood at the window when the door behind me opened without a sound. “You’re awake.” Thane’s voice slid down my spine like heat. I didn’t turn. “That implies I slept.” A ghost of warmth brushed the bond, something like amusement. “You were supposed to.”