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With a sense of urgency, she hastened to the staircase, her fingers deftly manipulating the hidden mechanism that concealed the passage to the ancient library below. As the door swung open, Alex emerged, his form shrouded in shadow, his features twisted into a primal semblance of his true nature. Nana's heart sank at the sight, knowing the torment that raged within him, the struggle between man and beast that threatened to consume his very soul. "What happened?" she asked softly, her voice filled with concern and understanding. But Alex remained silent, his eyes betraying a mixture of pain and turmoil that he could not put into words.

Chapter 24: The Shattered Prince The once-thriving kingdom of Zorana had been hollowed out by the endless war. The castle’s stone walls, now scarred with both the wear of battle and the passing of time, echoed with a kind of quiet desperation. And inside the cold, unfeeling chambers of the prince, Caden was no longer the man Karina had known. His eyes were sharp, relentless—a man consumed not by loss, but by a burning, obsessive need for vengeance.

But she has broken before. And risen. She grinds her teeth and forces her wolf to the surface. “You don’t get to decide who I am.” You already have, the voice murmurs. And you chose me. The darkness convulses— —and suddenly she is falling again. Falling toward something. A shape emerges below, carved from void. A throne. But not a throne meant to be sat on. A throne meant for binding. Chains of shadow coil around its base like serpents. The throne hums at her approach.

And still yet, that remains the least confusing thing, as what is, is the finding of the stake of Adonis, which was used to kill King Orrin. So many questions left unanswered, because yet, I never expected the Lord of the heavens to let such happen, without giving us any kind of sign. Still yet still, it is still a sign from him that each and every God he created is now in danger, meaning a new supernatural has risen, or it could be a supernatural who has always been there.

"You may sit Mr. Wilson. How about you Ms. Kingston? Why don't you tell us something about your book ?" I stood up and wetted my lips while looking at the cover of the book in question. "It's called the Myth of The Broken Throne." "Very well, what's it about? "It's starting with the history of the supernaturals and the birth of the werewolves. The Cerulean clan and the Royals --" "I guess you still don't know what the myth is about." "No, I don't. " "Then what have you thought about the book till now? Did you get any interesting mystery, you would like to share with us?"

A sleek black Maybach screeched to a halt in front of me, its tires cruelly splashing a wave of muddy water from a puddle, soaking me to the skin. The car door swung open, and Nolan stepped out, his bodyguards forming a tight circle around him. His eyes locked onto the urn cradled in my arms, and for a moment, he froze, then his face twisted with anger. "Lena was right. You're really going all out with this charade, even getting yourself an urn to play the part in this rain!" He grabbed the urn from me and hurled it to the ground. I felt a surge of rage. Ignoring the pain racking my body, I dove for the urn and, thankfully, caught it just in time.

Eren shouted. "Ghhh! Grrrrr...." Jacob couldn't respond to Eren's words anymore. His eyes were red, his skin was starting to look blistered. The claws were clearly visible on his arms. Jacob had become a complete monster. He started struggling to get himself out of the chair. “Graww! Grrr...” Jacob tried to bite Eren with his sharp teeth, but the bonds on the chair were too strong. Jacob continued to struggle non-stop.

Together we climbed the long marble steps toward the throne that had once been stained by my blood. This time— the crown was ours.

In one hand, she held a talon—blackened and cracked, the last remnant of the Kilimane warlord she had slain. She smiled. “Pitiful,” she whispered, echoing the word her kind loved so much. “He thought his roar could rival mine.” The talon crumbled to ash between her fingers, vanishing into a curl of flame before it ever kissed the floor. She raised her hand, unhurried, and rested it on the arm of her throne. The legendary Throne of Flames. Gold hissed beneath her touch yet never burned her.

⸻ “We’ll face it together.” ⸻ Ilyaan smiled. ❤️ ⸻ For the first time in many chapters… Neither prophecy nor fate decided anything. ⸻ They did. ⸻ 🌙 The Secret Behind The Throne The cracks spread further. 💥 The Throne continued breaking apart. ⸻ Then something fell from inside it. ⚡ A small object. A silver key. 🗝️ ⸻ The Father froze. ⸻ Nox froze. ⸻