SALVATOREMy sorceress’s melodious voice floated through the air as the runes ignited with magic, glowing in golden particles that danced in the breeze.The wind stirred her brown hair—it was just as I remembered, like I had stepped back in time.When the final words left her lips, words I couldn’t truly understand since they were witchcraft, it was my turn."Get out of the way. See? Cooperating wasn’t so hard. I shield you with magic, and this is how you repay me?" I nearly kicked that idiot Brenda.She stood up with her head bowed, still in one piece.At least Kath had control over the spell—she hadn’t sent her flying through the air. Now, we just had to see if it actually worked."Come, let’s do it together. Stand in front of me," I called Katherine. I no longer cared about keeping up appearances in front of Brenda.I remembered how the first time, I had held Bella’s waist as she surrounded us with her protective magic."No, I don’t dare. I don’t want to lose focus and fail," she r

NARRATORSalvatore was forcibly ripped from his shock.When the massive beast, radiating the most murderous aura he had ever seen, lunged at him from the heights, he had no choice but to fight for his life.He hadn’t even sensed him nearby—he, a superior being. The veins in his muscular arm bulged, throbbing with raw power. Vorath wielded his claws like deadly weapons, ready to tear into the unprepared vampire.It looked like the end for Salvatore—no time to escape. The shadow of death loomed over him!A roar shook the canyon, and just inches from his enemy’s head, dozens of bats disintegrated, screeching into the night.The lycan’s attack struck nothing but air, but Vorath’s nose could not be deceived.His powerful paws thundered against the ground, kicking up dust as the massive predator landed from the cliffside.Glowing red eyes fixated on the vampire’s body—now shattered into a swarm of bats, fleeing from the impending doom.But nothing could save him.Vorath launched himself in

NARRATOREven so, she passed it around her fragile neck and put on the relic. The dark stone trembled and glowed with greater intensity, as if sunlight was shining from within it.The wind howled through the glass door, slamming it open and shut in rhythmic bursts. Lavinia’s white nightgown billowed violently.Her hair lifted, fluttering as beams of light wrapped around her body."I want to go to my parents! I want to go to my mom! Save my parents!" she screamed into the void with all her strength, and the intense light exploded, swallowing her small figure.The next second, there was no one left in the Dukes’ chamber.*****"ELLIOT!" Katherine screamed as she watched the enormous, powerful lycan fall right in front of her.Dark blood stained the ground. Her hands trembled as she summoned her strongest spells, bolts of lightning crashing down relentlessly.But the natural elements barely harmed the dark energy surrounding them, ready to tear them apart and consume them whole.They wer

NARRATOR(MOMENT FROM THE FIRST VOLUME WHERE SILAS, SIGRID, VALERIA, AND ALDRIC ENTER THROUGH THE BARRIER AND SPEAK WITH THE REGENT)Elliot watched from a distance as the leaders spoke, the air thick with tension, their words reaching his supernatural ears."Elliot, those people who crossed the mist are supernatural beings. The tall red-haired man is a lycan—I can feel it. A very powerful one." Vorath spoke, both of them excitedly eavesdropping on the conversation.Then, the Duke turned his attention to the man with a cold, almost indifferent expression—platinum hair, golden eyes.So that was His Majesty.Truth be told, Elliot felt a little disappointed. He had always idealized the Specter King, expecting him to look more heroic, different, exorbitant, something… more invincible.However, in the midst of his mental ramblings, he froze when, for just a few seconds, those intense, cruel golden eyes locked onto him.The Lycan King was speaking with the Regent—no one else seemed to notice,

KATHERINEI looked around the enormous palace, feeling a little tense.Despite the luxury and the meticulous attention from the maids and footmen, even though I told Elliot I would accompany him, I was afraid.Because this was the epicenter of hatred toward supernatural beings."Your Excellencies, what an honor to meet again," another person approached us in the vast hall, teeming with the elite of this hypocritical society.Drinking elegantly and murmuring in low voices, we once again began the cycle of flattery, pretending to be courteous—or at least I did.The truth was, outside the intimacy of our home, Elliot was a dog off his leash, or rather, a feral wolf.His responses were so curt that I almost felt sorry for the guests, judging by the looks on their faces."War is like that—whoever gets there first takes it and can be sure it’s well defended," he replied to the marquis who had the nerve to ask about the newly acquired lands."I'll rip the head off anyone who tries to steal f