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Sylvain situated himself behind me, standing so close that his body heat enveloped my entire form and his forest scent held me in a chokehold. My breathing stuttered when he began tracing the symbols in the book, fingers brushing against mine languidly. It had a shiver scuttling down my spine. With shaky words, I read, "From darkness is born light. From wings of ruin, From a child of the moon, From throne to throne. Golden and not white. A new era. A queen will be born. A queen will unite. A prophecy foretold, For a new world in sight. But first, there must be darkness,

He reiterated my exact words defensively. "Do you not realize the implication of that? You've been in mermaid waters before." The only sound now was from Philip. Then I choked. "What?" I was the most curious. I mean, I had to be. I had almost no idea about myself so every little thing I discovered made me feel better. The scales on my back was on the list of things Tiberius and I kept from the council. And trust me, there was more. "You've been in mermaid waters." She repeated. "At some point in your life, you lived or visited mermaid waters so your blood automatically qualifies as antidote since you have a touch of mermaid."

Silver incensed. "Granny, don't say that. You're my only hope," Elizabeth quickened to her side. "You have to help her, mother." Mary insisted. Cassandra glanced at me, "I don't have the book. The book of Dark Two belongs to the King of Helios, King Kolstov," She said. I was relieved she couldn't force Elizabeth now. I could only hope to not see a more evil person than her. "How could you do this?" Mary yelled.

Being a true blood meant the young alpha was not only stronger, he was faster more articulate with heightened sense, and healed faster than anyone else and by the age of 20, the young true blood excelled and was granted the title General. Currently, Daniel was in his room shrouded in an eerie silence, only the soft sound of chirping crickets could be heard. Daniel had his eyes fixed on a distant point as he let out a deep sigh. His chest rose and fell with the slow, frustrated breath, his shoulders sagging slightly under the weight of his own annoyance. He rubbed his temples, as he felt the tension build up in his head. Who was that lady? Why did she have such a powerful effect on him? He co

And now might never get to. Maris curled closer. “Tell me a story.” Anaïs blinked. “What?” “Just until we move again.” So Anaïs told her one. Quietly. About a girl who had a kingdom made of glass. And everyone wanted to shatter it. So she let them try—one by one—until they all bled on the shards. Maris didn’t move again after that. Just stared into the dark, her tiny hand clenched in Anaïs’s sleeve.

CHAPTER ONE: THE YOUNG LADY RUINED THE MEETING ROSE AMARA'S POV Kingdom, throne, blood, gold, and power. You have nothing if you don't have any of these. It involves more than just being at the top. No one can touch you or others nearby if you are high enough. Nobody looks at you because they are afraid of being blinded by the non-negotiability you reflect back at them when they do. That’s why I don’t and will never stop.

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.”

The Throne shatters and grows in the same breath, spines twisting like serpents. And in the heart of it— Us. Burning. Breaking. Becoming. The Throne roars a promise in my skull: If I can’t have you, I’ll take HER. And then— Everything goes white.

Sky King: “You were summoned as a courtesy. You answered with war. Kneel, child, and I will make it quick.” I step forward. Lightning crawls over my skin like it’s coming home. Celeste: “I don’t kneel. I ride.” I flip Sânge Furtună under my feet. The throne room has rails of frozen lightning running its length. I drop in. The war inside the Throne-ship begins. And every grind, every slash, every heartbeat is a message carved into the sky itself: This is our year. This is our sky. And we are just getting started.

But it was Elara… It was Elara who walked into the heart of the fortress alone. The Throne of Nightglass sat untouched at the center of Kaer Nyx. No ruler had sat upon it since the last eclipse of the First Age. Its surface reflected not light, but truth—twisted, ancient, raw. When Elara approached, the flames behind her eyes flared. She sat. The stone did not burn her. It recognized her. And in that moment, every torch in the fortress lit with silver flame. Later, at the high table carved into the summit ledge, the final council met.