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For their part, the four guild clans worshiped the God of the Oracle. Laria, the Supreme High Priestess of the Order of Noor and wife of Theobald, had orchestrated the capture of her husband, their kids and some other member of their clan, in order to deceive the unsuspecting Brotherhood, to try to seize some of the stones of the Golden Serpent. Now however, luck had presented them with the opportunity to seize The Golden Serpent with the full set of gems.

“A piece of the stars from me to you.” She looked at the ring and could feel its own presence there in the room. It was beautiful and to her right then and there. It was more than perfect. They had come from the stars to this little planet thousands of years ago with the possibility to merge the DNA with a new creature. They had made it to this point, and the babies they each held were the future. A star stone ring for the star dust family.

Scene: The Kingdom of Eldoria (Color: Deep Blue, Symbol: Silver Crescent Moon) As the story ventures beyond the borders of Aradonna, a realm shrouded in golden hues and fiery symbols, a realm of equal allure unveils itself—The Kingdom of Stardust. The Kingdom of Stardust exists in a realm untouched by mortal hands, where the boundaries between dreams and reality blur. It is a place where stars descend from the heavens, alighting upon the landscape and bathing everything in a mystical glow. The kingdom is a breathtaking spectacle, perpetually shimmering in hues of silver and purple, as if touched by the cosmic hand of destiny.

But she knew they would not bother her kingdom so long as they made their yearly sacrifice. Last year, it had been a small girl named Priska Pinge. She was only ten and only a sliver of a thing. The dragon hadn’t been happy. Some might think it impossible to read a dragon’s expression, but Nya could tell he’d hoped for something more substantial. She figured the small girl wouldn’t hold his appetite over for the month it would take before the next Dragon Moon. The next month, it would be Davendwar’s turn to supply the dragon with a sacrifice. If they failed to do so, the entire kingdom would pay the price as the dragon would destroy village after village until the king relented and brought f

PROLOGUE: A GLIMPSE OF DESTINY In the heart of the Enchanted Realm, where magic flowed like rivers and mysteries lingered in the shadows, a celestial phenomenon unfolded. The night sky shimmered with an ethereal dance of lights, casting an otherworldly glow upon the realm. Among the enchanted creatures that inhabited the realm, none were more attuned to the cosmic rhythms than the Seers of Serenity. High atop the Crystal Spire, Evelyn, one of the most gifted seers, gazed into the heavens with a mixture of awe and trepidation.

Thousands of beings rose at once, ascending through the radiant expanse without disrupting its balance. Aurelian moved with them. There was no rush. No urgency. Only execution. He descended through layers of Heaven, each identical in perfection, each untouched by change. Light flowed around him, constant and unwavering. His destination formed within his awareness. Observation. Aurelian came to a stop at the edge of Heaven’s boundary. It was not a wall, not a barrier, but a distinction. A place where perfection ended and something else began. Below, the universe stretched endlessly.

“This is Prince Nasir’s signet ring. The one he gives to his personal assassins. And guess what’s engraved on the inside?” She held it up to the moonlight. Even from where I stood, I could see the tiny inscription. Orders to kill Prince Louis. Nasir’s face went from pale to red. “That proves nothing. Anyone could have forged that.” “Could they though?” Louis asked. “Because this ring has your blood seal on it. The one Father gave you when you turned eighteen. The one that’s magically bound to you.” Silence. Even Nasir’s men looked uncertain now.

Chapter Four “This is Elaine, Alpha Jacob’s daughter.” He said with a warm smile. I stayed silent but deep down my heart was erupting the flames of sadness. “I am Freya, Alexander’s wife.” She said with a warm smile stretching out her hand for a handshake. I didn’t need the goddess help to know that she was sounding the alarm that he belongs to her. I forced a smile but I had no time to accept the handshake, her hands were suspended in the air. This may seem so rude, but at this point I didn’t care.

In this fleeting respite, she chose to immerse herself in the illusion of love, cherishing the stolen moments of intimacy that held a bitter sweetness. Wrapped in the warmth of their embrace, Vanya's mind drifted between the realms of truth and deception. She knew that the morning light would bring with it a renewed sense of purpose and the weight of her mission would bear down upon her once again. But for now, she would indulge in the brief respite, seeking solace in the arms of the man she was deceiving. ‌

He must have come during his short break, not even bothering to change out of his royal attire. Beneath the cloak, his gold-inlaid armor gleamed faintly under the soft light, every engraved pattern glowing with a muted, refined sheen. I could hear the faint, rhythmic clink of metal with each movement he made, low, steady like the heartbeat of a man whose heart had long turned to steel. A silver ring shaped like a crescent moon encircled his finger, catching the light and sending a shiver through me. It was the royal seal of the Lycan King, the mark of one who commanded thousands and the symbol of eternal solitude.