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Chapter 29 Fractures RORY’S POV It was late at night, and the castle was eerily silent except for the distant howls of wolves. The air was thick with the scent of damp stone and burning torches. Elara wasn’t in the room. I could hear Renzo humming softly from his chambers—calm, at ease, as if he hadn’t just tried to break me. A pang of something sharp twisted inside me. I shouldn’t let him control me. And yet, no matter how hard I tried, my wolf refused to obey me. She craved something I refused to name.

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“The prophecy warns—” “The prophecy can burn.” I am the strongest alpha in existence. The richest. The deadliest. The one entire kingdoms kneel to. Fate doesn’t control me. I take what I want. A violent throb pulses through my chest. The wolf claws for freedom, desperate to run to her. Mark her. Claim her. Protect her. Who is she really? A mortal girl… or the reason the monsters in the dark are finally stirring? Because tonight… something ancient woke up. A shiver cuts down my spine as a raven slams against the window, cawing a chilling warning.

I asked, and she cleared her throat. “From the book your mom wrote, she set the stage in the Northern palace, with every exact feature as it is.” She said, “There's a maid in the book that's set to marry a nobleman's son. Although they hate her, it's required to keep the life of their son.” “I'm still waiting for the part where she's in love with a woman.” I said impatiently. “Will you be patient or will you hurry the good part of the story?!” She rolled her eyes, and I instantly kept quiet.

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.

It was only a matter of time before his entire body succumbed to the flames. The throne room was silent. It was like everyone was holding their breath for the young prince, saying their goodbyes. I kept my eyes on my nephew, the last honor I could give him before he passed, when suddenly, light like I've never seen before began spreading in the room. The light seemed to have a life of its own as it went into Avani. Murmurs broke out in the throne room and all eyes turned to the werewolf girl, still kneeling on the floor, her eyes fixed on my nephew.

The First King’s sigil. She set it on the nearest table, flipping through pages until she found what she was looking for. “Here.” Elior stepped closer, the others gathering around as Myrra read aloud. “To break the Throne is to break the Balance. The Chains of the Veil will shatter, and the Dark One shall rise again.” Silence. Elior’s pulse quickened. The Dark One. He didn’t need to say it. They all knew the name Erythos.

Weeping Willow was a vampire dominated city, almost everyone was a vampire. Human settlements were really few due to the lack of communication with the outside world. It was wanted that way so that we could survive without worrying about the human government. It was the same way in every state and country, there was always a vampire territory for our kind. In Sydney it was Weeping Willow for us, the high order had given it to us. Yes there were lycans in weeping willow but they stayed just beyond the Crescent forest, the forest that served as fortress to us in case of emergency. I lived in the slums of weeping willow, a small village just before the Crescent forest named after the forest. Cr

“He forgot to tell me she was a mutant-vampire who promised me in marriage to a sadistic vampire king for political purposes.” “Poor Casey,” Julia said sarcastically. “Married off to a king who conveniently dies and then bewitches two brothers; one who she marries and the other who is so obsessed with her, he protects her even when she jilts him.” “How are you the key to Sybil’s kingdom?” I asked with irritation. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” she teased. “I’m just trying to change the subject. You reek of jealousy,” I said. “Sybil entrusted me with the key to her private library,” she admitted. “It’s protected behind a magical shield and invisible to the average eye. Only magical eyes can s

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she