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The chandelier above swung violently, though no wind stirred. The air grew heavy—thick with something old. A magic that wasn’t mine. A presence that filled the room like black smoke. Alika’s body lifted slightly off the settee, her hair rising as if underwater. Her lips moved— But it was Morrigan’s voice that came out. > “The vessel breaks, the bride awakens. This time, the throne shall not remain empty.” “No,” I said firmly, stepping forward. “She is not your throne.” I grabbed the silver blade again and slashed my palm, fresh blood spilling.

“And if she’s here, that means Kael’s not dead.” The woman spoke again. “I am Kael’s truth. I am the last flame he couldn’t burn away. I am the Glass.” She lifted her hand The trees shattered, Not exploded. Just splintered. Like ice And from between their trunks stepped figures Pack wolves Long dead, Or… they should be. Liora staggered back. “No,” she whispered. Because among them she saw: Her old Beta, A council elder she’d buried herself, Her first guardian as a child, All glowing faintly, All with mirror eyes.

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.

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.

Alpha Jeremiah Lodwick was one of the few alphas in Nydisia that held more power than the nobles. The man named Alexander continued to introduce the girl to his right, "This is my mate Lady Nicole Covintre," The girl named Nicole had red vibrant glass-like eyes and that of her mate was deep golden brown. Katherine wondered if they were a crossbred mating couple seeing as their eye colours were so different indicating they were not of the same species. Katherine looked at the girl and noticed some similarities in her face to someone she had seen before but she couldn't place her finger on it.

Chapter 89 Final chapter ~Elena~ "Spare me a minute, Amelia."I shuttered and quickly shuffled off to the window. I wiped away the curtain from my line of view and let open the window, my eyes breaking into sad emotional limes as I leaned closer to the wall and continued scanning the multitude of crowd. They took action faster than I would have thought. Few of them had held in their hands and above their head a big poster that reads- 'Alpha Donald bidding a deal with a rogue, it's a same on us and therefore: we don't want Donald on the throne anymore'

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

Otsana’s gold mark burned beside me, but its light bent toward the throne like a flame leaning toward wind. Ashina sobbed harder, gripping her stomach while Maelor’s heartbeat echoed through the black bone like drums beneath a coronation hall. The first Blood Feather book floated above the throne, no longer thrashing, no longer screaming, but opening itself like a servant obeying its true master. A circle of old blood appeared around the throne’s base, then spread outward until it touched Blackfang warriors and Northridge nobles alike. Conri shouted orders, but the blood ignored every blade, every title, and every frightened foot trying to step away.

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Chapter 15 :A Promise from the Outback LYRA The message comes wrapped in a bolt of undyed wool, delivered by a merchant who has no idea what he's carrying, a cipher I built from a children's counting rhyme, because the best hiding places are the ones no one thinks to search. I read it three times before I let myself believe it. The syndicate is prepared to move against the throne, should protection be guaranteed. Terms to follow. Awaiting your word.