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“I won’t die.” She lifted her hands. “Let’s finish this.” Ravion rushed. He moved faster than ever, a blur of violet and black, and his blade swung down. Alessia lifted Dual Essence. The world vanished into white and silver and shadow. A massive shockwave erupted from the collision, sending dust spiraling high into the air. Spectators shielded their faces. Guards braced. The Three Thrones leaned forward. For a moment nothing could be seen. Nothing could be heard. Nothing existed but swirling smoke.

The woman glared at me with her crinkly grooved eyes. I definitely hit her nerve. "Well, I am sure. But if you have any doubt, you can check the list of the books on the computer over there. Anything else I could help you with ?" "The wildlife section?" "The left corner, second last row." "Thanks." I first went to the library computers and searched for the 'Myth of The Broken Throne'. And guess what... nothing. Looks like Ms. Brendon is the last option. But how could she even know the story if the book is not completed?

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."

Her claws ripped deep, and the shadows surged, curling off her arms and twisting across the glass like living fire. Gasps tore from the pack. “Hollow!” someone screamed. The word hung heavy, poisoning the air. Lyra’s eyes glowed white, her form half-shadow, half-wolf. The bond seared through me, but so did terror. I cut down another traitor, the blade singing with blood. Around us, chaos exploded, wolves tearing into each other, blood dripping down the glass walls of Blackthorn’s palace. The House of Glass had never seen so much red and then silence. By the time the last traitor fell, silence slammed into the cell.

And in a voice as old as the stars, she said: > “Then choose, flamechild. Sit the throne—or watch your twin take your place.” --- Silence. Theron trembled. Selene felt her heart split. And then— He turned. And walked away from the throne. “No,” he said. The realm trembled. The Queen laughed—once. And vanished in fire. --- The throne cracked. The girl disappeared like smoke. The realm pulsed once—twice— And began to collapse. --- Kael grabbed Selene’s hand. “Go!” They ran—Elira holding Theron’s hand, Rowan and Naeria shielding them with bursts of raw magic as the mirror realm crumbled behind them.

Standing in front of the raised dais of the throne was King Tobias, his son, Prince Leonidas, and the Royal Beta, Malcolm, all three of them dressed richly and wearing looks of cold indifference. I stepped through the doorway, with two other Alphas flanking me, their betas and Dave just behind us, and a collective gasp went through the room, all eyes drawing to the glass window behind the throne. What had been clear glass before was now becoming stained glass. The deep blues and purples and greens and reds returned to the masterpiece, restoring it to how it had been, how each of us had seen it represented in our history books. It started slowly, from the edges of the masterpiece, the colors

The glass shimmered, then darkened, coalescing into the ethereal form of a hooded figure—its features obscured by swirling mist, but its presence radiated an ancient, chilling power. "What sorcery is this?" Throne demanded, his voice cracking with urgency as he leaned toward the reflection. "The moon—it changed too fast! There should have been screams, guards swarming, blood staining the halls to finally label the king as the monster he is. The pack would rise, force him from the throne, and I would step in as the savior. But nothing! No commotion, no downfall. Explain this!"

Ana (voice thick): “Eight treasures down, thirty-nine still sleeping. Tonight we wake the ninth.” She leads us past the church, up a frozen path to an ancient hay barn that smells of cedar and centuries. Inside stands the Winterglass Mirror: tall, black ice veined with silver, humming like a hive. It doesn’t show our reflections. It shows futures we’re terrified of. - Me on a throne of frozen blood, crown complete, eyes empty. - Remy kneeling, broken, dagger at his own throat. - Seras burning everything she loves because she couldn’t stop it.

Captain Nora checked the weather scanner on her tablet. “No storm.” Samuel looked around uneasily. “Then what was that?” Elias answered quietly. “The Circle.” ⸻ Far beyond the forest, hidden beneath an immense mountain of white stone, seven empty thrones stood in perfect silence. For centuries, they had remained untouched. Now… One by one… Candles before each throne lit themselves. The first. The second. The third. By the time the seventh flame ignited, the chamber glowed with a soft golden light. The eighth throne remained dark.

Very bad. Finally, the goddess spoke. "The fragments are merging." The words hit like a hammer. My pulse thundered. "But I thought—" A sharp pain cut me off. A scream nearly escaped my throat. Something moved beneath my skin. Power. Ancient power. Awakening. The silver throne suddenly cracked. Everyone froze. A second crack followed. Then a third. Moonlight poured from inside. Not reflected light. Living light. Something was trapped within the throne. Something ancient. Something waking up. The mountain roared. A shockwave blasted through the cavern. The throne shattered completely. Silver fragments exploded outward. The blast knocked everyone backward. Dust filled the chamber. Silence follo