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"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.

"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

The title was calligraphed in white in contrast to the magical blue forest background. Myth of The Broken Throne....sounds nice. I turned to leave but Ms, Brendon held one of my arms. Her gaze was so intense that it made me want to shrink under the table. She then smiled at me and held both my hands, the book sandwiched between our hold. "It's my favorite book. So, I really hope you'll like it." Her wrinkly hands gave mine a little squeeze and suddenly I felt that those words had a whole lot other meaning than they seemed to. _____________________________________

But older, simpler, and stronger. Lyra stepped forward, horrified. “Princess, wait—” The glyph snapped into place, and the chamber answered. Stone shuddered. The air cracked. Light flared. A voice—vast, deep, and layered—filled the cavern. —At last. —A conqueror worthy of the First Throne. Kael’s sword was out. Selene grabbed his arm. “Too late.” The glyph projected a shape, not a man, not a creature, but a throne.

Mountains split. The three thrones began glowing. Amara’s Blood Crown lifted from her head. Lucian’s golden crown appeared. And between them— A third crown emerged. Silver. The child’s crown. The stranger stared at it. “No…” Lucian looked at him. “What?” The stranger took a step backward. “That crown wasn’t supposed to exist.” The little girl smiled. “That’s because nobody owns me.” The stranger’s eyes widened. The child raised her hand. The entire kingdom responded.

Emmy has spent her life believing she understands where she belongs: beneath the protection of King Xander, the wolf king who raised her as his own, and within a kingdom that has always been her home. But on the eve of her twentieth birthday, everything she knows begins to unravel. When a mysterious amethyst amulet awakens a power buried deep within her, Emmy discovers that her fate is tied to something far older—and far more dangerous—than the kingdom she loves. The ancient dragon king, Ignisvath, has returned from the shadows, and his connection to Emmy is not one that can be explained away as coincidence. As whispers of war spread through the kingdoms and the Dragon King’s presence grow

Nonetheless, the bright full moon at the sky served enough to illuminate the grounds and other objects inside from the open windows. Likewise, the figure of a lady seated on an extravagant, intricately chiseled and decorated throne glows bright as two tall windows flash light on her like converging spotlights. The rear of her fingers altogether supported her tilted head while her other arm rests at her lap. Few meters away from her, a young man stands still, staring directly at her, awaiting the movement she will take. It is Tristan, that child she has been watching over since the first day of their meeting.

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."

The announcer introduced the fourth bride, “Our glorious kingdom of Ayruzglow is in awe of welcoming our brave and beautiful princess D’Rona Neguvex, the precious possession daughter of the Delta Werewolf clan and the powerful warrior delta, Yanti Neguvex, from the kingdom named Zontasylva. Princess D’Rona Neguvex from Zontasylva pack!” D’Rona walked into the throne room with a brave attitude and bowed at Queen Mirabella. She got the present from the soldiers, and she addressed it to the point. “My queen, it’s my pleasure to meet such greatness in person. I brought the fangs of a rare white wolf, which is the core reason for our existence. You can take this as my present, representing my ent

The aura this red-eyed man was emanating was too much for my poor soul. Listening to what my father said, I realized he was in debt, once again! Now that he had no money, what was he going to trade? I wondered as I thought back to a pendant of mine he had almost snatched when he was in debt, claiming it could also pay his debt. That day was a day worth recalling… “And what are you going to use to pay me? Be quick about it, my patience is so little,” Mr. red eye said, and I noticed the nonchalant expression he had on. One look at that expression told me that killing was a piece of cake for him.