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my father questioned. “Because we need to save my mother first. Our enemy is a bigger deal than we could’ve ever imagined,” she replied. King Aragon turned to King Brennus, shooting him a look. “Carlton is Eligor.” “As in the dark wizard from Advalur?” my grandfather asked. “The very one,” King Brennus confirmed. “How is that possible?” my father asked.

He trailed off, unable to finish the thought. Cain stepped forward cautiously. “My lord, it’s possible that Lucian was manipulated. If Leo’s ambitions were as grand as they seemed, vendetta may have used deceit to gain Lucian’s trust because she's not just a rare witch. Or worse, she could have leveraged something against him.” " And who's Vendetta?" Adolphus asked with curiosity reading on his face while watched. " She's Valen's weapon, she's not just a rare witch my Lord" Cain replied.

If not, her remains would have scattered on the ground or burned to ashes. Leroy wanted to speak up for her again when another voice spoke up, “Oh! Who is this? I seem to know him.” Carissa turns around and saw an arrogant man with his guards behind him. Looking at his appearance, he was probably another prince of lycan. “Lenon Beowulf, you’ve returned.” Leroy’s face darkened.

Alcina blinks. “That these legendary beasts carry within them, a soul and spirit made of fire itself, and that it burns within them, at all times.” Alcina glances back at Orion and Perseus, whose eyes as always remain firmly fixed back on her. When she glances back, Darla shrugs. “I don’t know if the legends are true, but…” Her smile turns devious. “The other parts of the legends were true, were they not?” "Tell me, Alcina." Darla’s voice is defiant and fearless and whimsical. "Are the legends true?"

She saw Kael, tall and silent, his presence steady as a tree in storm, a gentle shadow at Elara’s side. She saw Lucien—trickster and martyr, laughter and pain dancing in the same look—whose shadows bent into light whenever love called. She saw Sirelia, crown fractured, voice like frost and fire, the sister who chose both ambition and forgiveness. And Seren: the quiet listener, the voice that stitched broken stories together, the girl who became a legend by listening, not by ruling.

And yet all I could think was—if they had killed her instead… The thought made my chest clench until my breath burned. --- Before I could voice it, another figure entered. Erynos. My oldest counselor. His robes trailed incense; his staff clicked against stone. His eyes—pale and old as bone—fixed on me with an unease that unsettled even my wolf. “There is more, Majesty,” he said softly. I frowned. “Speak.” “There is a legend,” he began, “older than the border between your kind and theirs.”

she said gently. The words hit him harder than he expected. Kael watched the exchange with a dark expression. Possession burned in his chest. He did not like the way Dante looked at her. He did not like the way he felt either. “We cannot ignore the legend,” Kael said. “A hybrid bound to three rulers once nearly destroyed everything.” Raven’s eyes sharpened. “Because she stood alone.” All three men stilled. “What do you mean,” Zephyr asked. Before she could answer, the doors opened again. Guards stepped in cautiously.

one of them hissed with her voice trembling. “Clearly, I don't.” I snapped with my patience gone. “That was Julian!” another vampire whispered, the name sounding like a curse. “Julian! One of the oldest! Arguably the strongest! He's… he's a legend! And not the good kind!” I knew that name! Everyone in the supernatural world did. He was a prince of the night.. a master of ancient games I wanted no part of. I just never knew he looked like a handsome university professor.

Then a single word appeared, glowing faintly on the rippling water: Blood. Darian stiffened. “What does it want?” Serenya stepped forward, heart hammering. “It wants mine.” Kaelen grabbed her arm. “No.” His voice was sharp, almost desperate. “You don’t know what giving it will do.” She pulled free, though her hand lingered against his. “If my blood carries both the curse and the key, then only my blood can unlock the Legacy.” Without waiting, she drew a dagger from her belt. The metal caught the pale light as she pressed it against her palm. The blade bit into her skin, a thin line of crimson welling up. She let the drops fall into the pool.

My only connection to my past was a legendary book that everyone here treated like a piece of fiction. I pulled the smaller copy of the legend from a pocket inside my new jacket. Jack must have slipped it to me before he left. I held it in my hands, This was more than just a story. It was a map. And I was the only one who knew it was real. My mission was clear now. I had to survive this place. I had to find a way to unlock my powers. And I was going to find out exactly what happened to my family and why my story was left unfinished.