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’’, I mumbled to myself. Finally finding the perfect book, it is an age-gap mafia and enemies to lovers romance book. There was a couch in the library, I made my way to it and started reading. I lost count of the time. Reaching my room with the book in my hand, I see Rowan standing in front of my room. I braced myself to face him. ‘’Where were you?’’, he spewed the bitter words in my face. He was fuming, for what reason?Did he look for me?

Since Whitney was busy playing the role of a kind and considerate superior, I might as well help her spread the news of her good deed. Sitting in the car, I watched as reporters flocked to Spencer Group. My phone was vibrating like crazy. Without doubt, I was sure it was Whitney trying to call me. Ignoring her calls, I drove to her private clubhouse, where she had a prized collection of red wine and antiques. Now that I'd decided to go all out, there was no holding back. There was a resounding crash as I swung my golf club around. I showed no restraint. The red wine cabinet that cost an arm and a leg shattered under the impact.

The throne cracks. The wolves howl. Their eyes begin to weep ink. The sky above splinters. I raise my hand and snarl, not as a prince, not even as a warrior....As a mate. “Zenith,” I whisper. The illusion shatters. The grove returns in a burst of dry wind and dust. I fall to one knee, drenched in sweat. Breathing hard. The Lunacrown Thistle sways gently, undisturbed.

THE ATLANTIC THRONE: TWO HOURS LATER We didn't land. We were pulled. The Thorne-17 was caught in a tractor-beam of pure gravity, dragging us toward the obsidian throne rising out of the waves. Around the structure, the ocean was boiling, steam rising in thick, violet clouds. As we hit the landing bay, the doors hissed open. A legion of Kingslayers stood waiting, but they weren't the white-obsidian drones of the Council. These were "Primal" Kingslayers—creatures of raw shadow and ancient gold, their armor forged from the very first mercury-veins of the earth.

His Highness had sent word to him a few days ago that he'd be arriving in a week's time to gather the academy's best as well as strongest fighters. "Yes, we'll take them based on ranking but make it quick, I can't stay here for long." Dane nodded in understanding before leaving the room to tell one of his subordinates to get started on the announcement to the students. When Dane left the room, Lucian turned to Llewellyn and spoke, "More and more people are starting to believe the throne has been corrupted." "If anyone outside the people who already know, should find out about her being the successor," Llewellyn glanced at Katherine briefly before continuing, "Not only will they refuse to be

An old man, clad in tattered robes, stepping forward with slow, measured steps. He stopped a few paces away, his gaze settling on Elior. “I know you,” the man rasped. “You are the one who shattered the Throne.” The man’s name was Orris, one of the last survivors of Dawnfire. He had seen the sky break, had felt the change ripple through the land. “The First King built the Throne for a reason,” he said. “It was never just a seat of power. It was a cage.” A chill ran through Elior.

The love I thought we had was a joke. It made sense then why he hoarded all the money and power as soon as our family business picked up, never letting me get close. He was guarding against me all along. Lost in the past, Sebastian stood and clapped me on the shoulder, "Anything coming back to you?" I shook my head, playing dumb, "Nope, maybe you knocked something loose when you took that dive. Got your wires crossed." Sebastian's grin froze, awkward as hell. Despite his brown-nosing, I was not biting, and his face clouded over.

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.

Aiden whispered, his voice suddenly sounding older, layered with a strange, echoey resonance. Nyx exchanged a sharp, worried look with Kael. "The thrones. The vision he had." Before Kael could answer, the heavy oak doors of the pantry burst open. Morwen and King Aldric stood there, winded from sprinting down from the subterranean library. "We need the boy," Morwen said breathlessly, her face pale. "The stone tablet in the archive just shattered. The First Throne has broken through the surface at the edge of the dead zone, and it's calling directly to his magic."

The woman beneath the mountain spoke quietly: “The Thrones nearly ended the world the last time they descended.” Father Matthias looked horrified. “The scriptures say the gods saved humanity from the Ash Wars.” The Hollow King’s silver eyes glowed brighter below the abyss. “The scriptures lie.” Another colossal shape moved across the opening above the chamber. Closer now. Eleanor caught a clearer glimpse this time. Her stomach twisted violently. The Throne did not look alive. It looked assembled. A vast skeletal body forged from gold and white bone hovered beyond the broken ceiling while thousands of glowing eyes opened and closed across its wings in uneven patterns.