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Caelum’s voice cracked, raw from pain, but Velis only smiled—eyes half-lidded, intoxicated by each ragged gasp. “I am the knife that history itself flinches from. That is why I am legend.” He tore another sound from the prince’s throat, exquisite in its desperation. Yet—abruptly—it stopped. No scream. No trembling. Caelum sagged against the chains, head lolling forward. Silent. Velis’s brow furrowed. He stepped closer, the smile slipping from his lips. He pressed his hand to Caelum’s sternum, expecting the deep thrum of a heart stubbornly clinging to life. Instead—nothing.

The barrel of Arthur Moreno’s gun was pressed against his forehead, while beside him, Elena Valentine stood with a demonic peace, waiting for her son’s blood to spill. ​"Sophia! Don’t delay!" Arthur Moreno’s voice exploded through the speakers. "Do you want to see Lucas’s head burst like a watermelon? Or will you take the Moreno scepter in your own hands? Open this vault and you will be the Empress of Quebec, with the rotten empires of the Valentines and Smiths beneath your feet!" ​I reached toward the screen, wanting to touch Lucas’s face. He kept one eye closed in pain; in the other was a strange steadiness. Suddenly, he raised his head. He knew I could see him.

“Imagine my anger when Lucien claimed her as his mate, when I have to listen to him call her his Little Flame.” Lucien’s smile was all teeth, cold and cruel. Shadows curled tighter around his shoulders, ready to strike, but he didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. The Sigil already burned bright where his loyalty stood. And then Sera Cavanaugh lifted her chin with more pride than sense. “The Archmage promised me Elias,” she declared, voice ringing across the chamber. “A marriage that would bind Cavanaugh to Everley blood. Prestige, power, legitimacy. All I had to do was keep the dragon from surviving.” Her sneer curved sharply. “You were never meant to last, Nora. You were meant to burn out so th

And then a figure descended from the sky, cloaked in flame, stepping into the courtyard like a comet crash. Lucien drew his blade instantly. Rowan muttered, “That’s… impossible.” The figure straightened. A woman. Golden eyes. A sword of molten fire. And a sigil Ava had only seen once—on the Vault Keeper’s scrolls. “I am Calindra,” she said. “Heir of the Forgotten Moon. And I’ve come to finish what Nyra started.” 4. The Call to War Again The Council erupted into chaos. Rowan slammed his fists on the table. “We just rebuilt peace!”

“I’m not who you think I am.” “You are,” he said, stepping closer. “You are Queen Seraphine Elara Vellaria Landon Vaelthorne.The Nexus of Lycan Carl and Vampire-Witch Maika. My wife. The one who stopped the Council from awakening Lucifer.” “Lucifer…” she echoed, her face pale. “The name keeps appearing in my dreams.” He was beside her now, but didn’t touch her. He knelt instead, his head bowed. “I swore I would protect you. Even from yourself.”

She looked like a queen, even without a crown. Orion called us into the great hall just before nightfall. The ceremonial dagger rested in his palms. A blade older than any of us passed down through Alpha blood. He looked tired, older than I’d ever seen him. “You’ve done what I never could,” he said, placing the dagger in my hands. “Not just survived, but grown. And her… Leila is not just Luna. She is legend in the making.” He kissed my forehead. Then Liam’s. Then Elijah’s.

The pursuing creatures slammed against it, howling in frustration, their forms dissolving partially before reforming. Inside, Autumn collapsed against a moss-covered altar, her breath ragged. The silver light faded, leaving her drained, but the visions persisted—her mother's face, urgent and warning. "The legacy is not just power," the memory whispered. "It's a curse. To wield it fully, you must bond with your true mate, or it will consume you." Her true mate. The words hit like a revelation. Gale. It had to be him—the pull she felt, the way his presence calmed the storm inside her. But he hadn't said anything, hadn't claimed her. Why?

Char spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, covering his dented chest and roaring furiously "Roar" the hellhound that appeared sensed the anger of his master and charged at Lilith with his teeth bared ''Cerberus? I'll turn you into a dead dog in a minute!' "Something dimmer than dusk, something redder than consecrated blood ---------" Magic syllables like the song of a yellow warbler slowly sang out from Lilith's mouth. "Is she looking for death? This spell is a fire-type advanced spell, by the time she finishes singing it, she'll have turned into dog food!" The trainees under the stage all clenched their fists.

the prince with brown hair said. As they are arguing about me being Lucas, Leo, and Jude’s master, I looked at the princess with violet hair. We made eye contact, then I smiled at her and lifted my magic for a second. Her eyes widened, then she stood up. Everyone seemed surprised, then she kneeled in front of me. “I apologise for the late introduction, I am Valentine Blood, the heir and the next successor of the Lamia Kingdom,” she introduces herself as she kneeled in front of me. I guided her to stand up, that's why we are now both standing.

An extremely beautiful woman, who introduced herself as her mother. "It remains a legend to creatures who have never witnessed you. But since I'm in front of you now, I can say that's true." Luna smiled at him sweetly, "If that's so, I want to show everyone that I'm not just a Legend "I want their eyes to see the real power of the Moon."