Chapter 227
I poured in the moon’s wrath, the dreams of the broken, and the prayers whispered through blood. Verenya’s green gold power surged with life, with roots of resilience and stone born fury. Elanithra laced the strike with astral precision and dream forged clarity. Soltharion added fire and light, pure, solar destruction forged by sun born rage.
And we launched it, through the veil, through the cracks of the underrealms, straight into Raelith’s corrupted sanctuary. The explosion shattered stars. Raelith’s domain fractured like glass. The red vold shrieked in agony as her form, half shadow and half flesh, splintered.
She screamed. Not a mortal scream. A god’s scream. Wounded. Furious. Banished.
“No!” she roared, her voice echoing across realms, leaking black smoke and splintered curses. “YOU DARE STRIKE ME? YOU GLORIFIED
NIGHT LIGHTS!!”
“She’s mad,” Elanithra whispered with a delighted smile.
“She’s fucked,” Soltharion laughed. “Look, her corporeal form is gone.”
I watched with sharp, gleaming eyes as Raelith clawed at the veil, her body failing to take shape.
“Only shadows now,” Verenya observed. “Her whispers can barely pass to the vampire anymore.”
“No more influence. No more possessive venom.” I raised my chin. “The leash is snapping.”
Raelith howled in impotent fury, shrieking my name, spitting curses, and screaming threats. I simply laughed.
“See you in hell, bitch.”
Then, with a flick of firelight, Soltharion sent a ripple of golden sun magic toward the mortal realm, targeted, fast, and urgent.
“To the girl,” he said. “Taya.”
“She’ll be our flame,” I agreed, watching the vision streak toward our chosen. “Let her tell the wolves. Let the mate bonded ones prepare.”
“The rescue must wait 48 hours,” Elanithra cautioned. “Lucien and Vaela will start to unravel without Raelith feeding them.”
“They’ll fall apart,” Verenya added. “And then… we take her back.”
I looked down at Elowen again, her body still unconscious, still burning, but not broken. Never broken.
“Hold on, my moonchild,” I whispered. “The tide is turning.”
Chapter 227
Taya Quinn POV
Something snapped me awake. Not gently. Not a dream. A blinding flash of gold hit me square in the fucking soul like someone threw a damn sun into my chest. I gasped, flailing upright in bed with sweat pouring down my back, and my damn heart jackhammering like I’d
just outrun a pack of Lycans.
“What the…”
Visions hit. Fire. Chains. Screaming shadows. The blood goddess screaming like she’d just been bitch slapped by Olympus itself. Then his voice. Soltharion. The actual Sun God. And that fiery bastard didn’t even ease into it.
“She’s weakened, Raelith can no longer enter the mortal realm. You have 48 hours. Rally the warriors. Rescue the Chosen.”
My mouth dropped open. “Wait what?!”
Gone. Just like that. No hug. No warm afterglow. Just a sunburst migraine and a divine deadline.
“Oh fuck me sideways.”
I launched myself out of bed, still half in my sleep shirt, my red hair wild and one sock missing. No time. No shoes. No fucks given.
“Elowen!” I screamed, sprinting full speed through the marble halls. “The crazy bitch is WEAK….WE GOT A CHANCE!”
Guards looked at me like I was possessed. Probably was. Didn’t care. I slammed into the hallway door of the King Consorts’ wing and
didn’t even stop.
“WAKE THE FUCK UP!” I shrieked as I kicked the bedroom door open so hard it ricocheted off the wall. “SUN GOD VISION! BIG ONE!
MOVE YOUR HOT ASSES!”
Four shirtless, emotionally destroyed, sleep deprived men shot upright like I’d lit their beds on fire.
“What the bloody hell…” Lachlan started, his hair a wild mess.
“I SWEAR TO GODS I’M NOT CRAZY!” I yelled, jumping in place like a damn pixie on espresso. “RAELITH IS WEAK! SHE GOT HIT! SHE
CAN’T MATERIALIZE ANYMORE! HER REALM IS FRACTURED!”
Daxon blinked. “Wait…what?!”
“WE HAVE FORTY-EIGHT HOURS TILL WE CAN GET OUR GIRL!”
Ashrian was already out of bed, glowing with vampire rage. “She can’t whisper to Lucien anymore.”
“Exactly!” I pointed at him. “No more mind fuckery! He and Vaela are gonna start breaking down. We hit them hard and fast, we can fucking end this!”
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Bram growled, his eyes lighting up with raw fury. “We go in. We bring her home.”
“Damn right we do,” I snapped. “I am so done watching my best friend be tortured like a chew toy for these shadow worshipping
assholes!”
They all looked at me like I was the second coming. Which, frankly, I deserved. I just outran a vision, a panic attack, and probably five
guards trying to catch me.
“I need coffee,” I added, suddenly breathless.
“We’ll bring her home,” Daxon said, with his jaw clenched, and his fists shaking.
I nodded, my chest tight with emotion. “Forty eight hours,” I whispered. “She just needs to hold on a little longer.”
And gods help the motherfuckers standing in our way.
