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Morning came in its strides. With it, the light of the sun spilled into the room. First, slow and gentle. Then demanding. Valerik had been given the room that stood in the path of the rising sun. Whether the sun sought to trample the obstacle in its path or embrace a lover after a night of exhausting passion, he did not know. As he pried his eyes open to the waking world, all he was certain of was the beauty of the sunlight as the room bathed in the glow of its kiss.

The silence that followed after was deafning. "I, Elysia Lively reject Nikona Voroz, the Alph— My words got caught in my throat at the feeling of strong grip around my throat.Nikona glares at me with so much hatred that I shivered visibly.The pressure on my windpipe made it impossible to breathe.My vision blurred with tears. "You will now see the consequences of defying your Alpha!"

Well, off rather than poor as church mice, and awaiting death. Lolita found it very difficult to open her eyes again. That’s when she realized that this wasn’t just an upset stomach from emotional trauma, but something else was wrong. Ever since dessert, she’d not felt well. Of course, she was alone in the garden because they feared her wrath if they trespassed. Now she needed to get back into the palace and find someone. Standing and walking was more difficult than she expected. She stumbled several times and fell twice until she leaned against the doorframe of the entrance into her private suite. Breathing heavily, she staggered to the entrance of to her private quarters and opened the doo

Elias sat alone in the dark, listening to the soft breathing of those around him. He hadn’t meant to drift off. But the moment his head touched the pillow— The world shifted. He was no longer Elias. He was Valarieth. And the heavens were burning. Screams ripped through the sky. Not mortal screams—divine ones. The kind that made the stars blink and the sun retreat behind its own fire. He stood in a ruined temple. The air was red and gold. The marble beneath him cracked like bones. His hands were covered in blood.

The jet cut through the early morning mist like a blade. Inside, Isabella sat in a cocoon of silence, her eyes locked on the Alps rising in the distance like ancient gods. The snow-capped peaks gleamed with deceptive tranquility, masking the truth nestled within them: Valentina Cross. A woman feared and revered. A phantom of the cyber world. Once a queen in the intelligence empire, now an enigma cloaked in infamy. Beside Isabella, Alexander stared out the window. He hadn’t spoken since takeoff, but his silence carried weight. A memory. A warning.

Guards change shifts and the second batch of training began. Heyli sat by the window and watched as warriors in training jogged past the garden road. In her quest to watch them practice, she climbed down the window sill and left her room through the door. She knew that she could see them properly if she went to the porch. She bounded down the steps as she avoided maids that carried baskets of freshly laundered clothes in basket. She bumped into Damien but the man walked past her like she was invisible. Heyli already knew that the man didn't really like her. She also wasn't sure about the King.

she was kind of lost in all of this, having a feeling of not belonging to this supernatural circle. Unconsciously, Sarah reached for Luke’s hand. He was standing beside her, and the contact of their skins gave her the strength and clarity of mind she needed. “Again, see this?” Celia pointed to the upper right corner of the plate to a symbol that no one recognized but her. “It’s actually something you can address as the title of the prophecy.” She giggled at her own joke. “It says: ‘Rise of the fire,’ and as we now know, fire here equals phoenix.” Even the simple pronouncing the word ‘phoenix’ made Celia spiral and not in a bad way. “Further down the symbols engraved, we can see a mention of

Then I carefully packed everything back into the bag and hid it under my mattress with the journal. Tomorrow night. Tomorrow night, my new life would begin. I lay down and closed my eyes, but sleep wouldn’t come. My mind raced with plans, possibilities, and fears. What would Lunar Falls be like? Would Elder Vera really help me? What if I couldn’t make it through two weeks of dangerous travel alone? What if the curse never broke? No. I couldn’t think like that. My mother had promised the curse would break when I was ready. I just had to trust her. Trust the process. Trust myself.

Maurice was the first person that crossed my mind when the nurse called, but instead, I was finding out that Camilla had tried to take her own life. The soft chime from the elevator snapped me out of my thoughts. I reached for the green button and pressed it. It slowly pulled open, and there was Ethan waiting to take a lift.