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“Asharoth is always watching now.” They reached the Vale’s edge on the fifth day. A chasm yawned before them, filled with black mist. The sky above was starless. Trees grew twisted and dead. The very air felt poisoned. “This is where light ends,” Saelith whispered. “Then we become our own light,” Elizabeth said, raising her hand. A golden glow surrounded the group, pushing back the darkness. Together, they entered. The Forgotten Vale lived up to its name. Time seemed broken. One moment, the sun glimmered faintly; the next, it was night. Elizabeth felt her wolf tense constantly, teeth bared. Something hunted them something old.

Ethan’s POV We stepped into a fairly filled bar and sat on a aisle close to the bartender, who looked like he’s had a long night. Noticing us as we sat at the aisle he began approaching us, “Evening Sir, Miss, what can I get you both?” He asked. I turned towards Mellisa, “I know just the perfect drink, may I?” It didn’t look like she in any way trusted my judgment. “Just give it a trial, if you don’t finish it you get to dare me to do anything” Upon hearing that her eyes began to sparkle; she smiled then nodded. “Two Ardbeg scotches please,” I told the waiter.

Elena didn’t sleep that night. The guest bedroom at the Vale Residence was larger than her entire old apartment, wrapped in soft gray tones and silence so deep it felt unreal. Rain tapped gently against the tall windows, but even that sound couldn’t drown out the storm inside her chest. She lay awake, staring at the ceiling, replaying the night again and again—Victor’s words, the message on his phone, the way her life had cracked open in seconds. And then there was Sebastian Vale.

“She’s quiet—for now. But I can feel her watching us.” “Let her watch,” Aria said, her tone defiant. “We’ll make sure she sees her plans fall apart.” The Threshold The edge of the Twilight Vale was marked by a towering arch of stone, its surface shimmering faintly with alternating bands of gold and black. Beyond the arch, the landscape shifted between brilliance and shadow, as if the land couldn’t decide whether to embrace day or night. “This is it,” Valen said, his voice low. “The Vale.” Alex approached the arch, their heart pounding. As they stepped through, the air around them changed—becoming thicker, heavier, as if the very fabric of reality was resisting their presence.

“You’ve spilled blood. Burned bridges. Crashed through every rule in the book. Now you stand at my doorstep.” He took a step forward, boot touching my hand. “You want my help. You want my protection. My empire. My name.” He crouched again, lower this time. His hand gripped my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. “Are you willing to sell your soul to me, Valencia Nightingale?” The rain fell harder. My heart pulsed against his grip. And I whispered.

I had always loved books—they offered a kind of escape, a world where I could lose myself, even if just for a little while. As I scanned the shelves, a particular title caught my eye: The Nightshade Legacies. My heart skipped a beat as I pulled the heavy book from its place, the title embossed in gold letters on the cover. The Nightshade family… the royal bloodline. The very name Malachai had called me by. Valeria Nightshade.

--- Far away, beyond the mountains, in lands still buried in frost and silence, a figure opened an ancient book inked with star-blood. The final page turned. A name glowed at its center: Aria Vale. Beneath it, one word: Balance. And next to it, something new flickered into being: Ruin. The page turned black. The wind howled.

Lucian lay in front of me, close enough that I could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing already slowing. Vale didn’t join us. Instead, he remained standing at the foot of the bed. His posture was relaxed, but his gaze was intense. Possession. Pride. Adoration. It was all there, layered in his expression as he looked at the three of us tangled together in his bed. “Vale,” I said softly, propping myself up slightly on one elbow. “Thank you for tonight.” His eyes shifted to mine, something warm flickering there. “Aren’t you coming to bed?” I asked.

POV: Aria I need answers from him, now. I tuck the book under my arm and leave the library, navigating the corridors until I reach the west wing. The guards outside his chambers are gone and the door is unlocked. I push it open quietly. The room is dim with curtains drawn. I can make out the massive bed against the far wall and the figure in it. Valerian, asleep. I move closer. He's on his stomach with one arm thrown over his head. The blankets have slipped down to his waist, revealing his scarred back.