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FLASHBACK: The throne room burned. Pillars crumbled in flames kissed by shadow. Cracks webbed through the marble floors where blood pooled like ink, and the royal banners—embroidered with twin phoenixes—lay torn and trampled beneath shattered glass. Alaric stood in the center, breath ragged, sword wet with the blood of his own kin. Behind him, the obsidian gate—once sealed with thirteen spells—gaped open, its runes pulsing like a heartbeat. The magic was alive. Hungry.

Mae swallowed hard, drawing strength from Kaine's sacrifice, from the Fallen, from herself. A shudder ran through the ground as the champion shifted its weight. The Forgotten that had lingered in the shadows dissolved into smoke, leaving nothing but ash in their place. Mae's chains surged outward instinctively, lashing across the battlefield, slicing at debris and lingering energy. Sparks flew, blinding in the dim violet glow.

He hit the wall with a thud then that caused Jasmine to worry and cover her mouth. “Xavier!” She screamed for him, about to run until one of them grabbed her arm. Something happened. Something pulsated with its touch like a ticking time bomb ready to explode. Jasmine turned to look at the Guild member as the Guild member looked upset at her. A force unknown to Jasmine ignited and pushed Jasmine and the Guild yards apart from each other. Jasmine went flying into the basement falling down the stairs from the drawback force.

Kassandra questioned "Take what is rightfully ours. The Throne the Kingdom our mate and last but not least REVENGE!" *A/N* Today we hit 100k views on this novel and it is insane. All i can do i say thank you! but hold up i promised that once we hit 100k i shall give 4 bonus chapters. About that it shall come on week ends so that it fits into my schedule and you can read them easily too second i have posted Gigi, Zayn , four ,tris pics in community section.

I stopped crying after several hours and JD stayed with me the whole time. Before long, the day finally ended. This marked the end of whatever illusion I had of ever being with Adrian and the end of The Decadence of The Fallen as well. We were a band no more after that and the girl who once fell for the "Ice Prince" had given up on trying to melt his frozen heart.

Chapter 32 Author. Mature content ahead. Her body hesitant. He noticed her discomfort. “Don’t make me wait, Ana.” He spoke with stern gaze leaving no room for denial. She wants to run away from all these humiliations but invisible chain binding her. The chain of her near and dear ones. Her lips quiver and eyes moisten. With one hand stretched holding his shoulder as an anchor, she climbs on his lap. When her fingers met with his tough shoulder, she retrieves back as if it got burnt.

The Moon Goddess got it wrong. She’d been searching for a sign that she should stop what she was about to do, but the desire that ran through her veins like an electric current blocked all thoughts other than Dane. As she entered their old home in Cape Point, she seductively let a few drops of the mate-bond potion fall onto her tongue. She slowly, teasingly, unbuttoned her shirt and walked over to the couch where Dane sat waiting. She wasn’t even halfway to him before he’d slid his shorts and underwear off and kicked them to the other side of the room in one fluid motion, his already semi-hard cock slapping against his thigh.

The air in the throne chamber was thick—dense with ancient power, blood-soaked legacy, and something older still… prophecy. Dante instinctively stepped in front of Alessia, shielding her from the eerie presence that now rose from the throne. The man—or whatever remained of him—descended the stairs with impossible grace, each step echoing like a countdown in the marrow of their bones. “I thought you were a myth,” Alessia said tightly, one hand resting on the dagger at her thigh, the other clutching her wounded shoulder.

The wind stopped. They clutched the small black stone in their palm. Their lips curled, sharp and cold. The crown was gone. The Queen was broken. And the storm was coming for her. --- [Chapter 117 Ends]

She just needed a castle to burn. "Chapter 1 is closed," Vespera said, raising her glass to the dying red line on the screen. "Tomorrow, we start on his reputation."