He never wanted a crown. She never knew she had one. Darkness pressed against her like a second skin. Cold. Heavy. Silent. Seina didn’t know where she was. She didn’t know who she was. She didn’t know why her hands were trembling… or why the world felt like it was slipping sideways beneath her feet. Her breath shuddered. Her vision blurred. The metallic scent of blood clung to her clothes, to her skin, to her hair. Something warm trailed down her arm. Her throat ached from screaming she didn’t remember. And the night… the night was too quiet. Footsteps echoed behind her. Slow. Measured. Almost… amused. She ran. She didn’t know how her legs moved. She didn’t know where she was going. Only that something monstrous was hunting her, something that whispered her name like a lullaby: “Seina…” She didn’t remember that name. She didn’t remember anything. Branches tore at her clothes as she stumbled through the dimly-lit alley, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. She fell once—twice—her knees scraping against the ground. But she pushed herself up. Every muscle screamed. Every breath burned. Every shadow twisted around her. Then— The world tilted. Her legs gave out. She crashed against the pavement. For a moment, she wanted to let the darkness take her. To stop fighting. To stop breathing. To stop existing. The footsteps stopped behind her. A soft chuckle rolled through the night. She didn’t have the strength to look up. But she felt him. Cold fingertips brushed her cheek. A voice like velvet and poison whispered: “Little bird… is this all the fight you have left?” Her tears blurred the world. “P-Please…” her voice cracked, almost inaudible. “Help… me…” A low hum answered—pleased, entertained. “Oh, you will beg beautifully.” The shadows shifted. The monster crouched beside her. She squeezed her eyes shut— and then— A new shadow fell across them both. Tall. Cold. Silent. The monster’s hand froze. The air changed— sharp enough to cut, heavy enough to crush. Bootsteps echoed once. Twice. Then a voice—deep, powerful, emotionless—cut through the night: “Move.” The monster rose slowly, amusement dripping from his tone. “Well, well… look who found my lost little prize.” Seina forced her eyes open—just long enough to see a dark silhouette in front of her. Broad shoulders. Unyielding posture. A presence that made the ground itself feel afraid. He didn’t look at her. He looked at the man behind her. And the night trembled. A storm hidden in human skin. Kendrick Peterson. She didn’t know his name yet. She didn’t know he was the man the world feared. The king who ruled without mercy. The man who never let anyone close. But in that moment— bleeding, terrified, shivering on the ground— her hand reached for him anyway. His jaw clenched. Something shifted in his eyes— a crack in the ice, a flicker of something violent and protective. The monster behind her laughed. “Careful, Mr. Peterson. She’s not yours.” Kendrick’s voice was ice-coated steel. “She is now.” The monster’s eyes gleamed. “Then save her.” A gunshot split the night— not fired at her but above her, a warning from the shadows. Kendrick moved. Fast. Certain. Deadly. He scooped Seina into his arms just as consciousness slipped through her fingers. Her last breath brushed his collar. Her last whisper trembled against his throat: “Save me…” Then everything went black. When she woke again, she wouldn’t know her name. She wouldn’t remember the man who hunted her. She wouldn’t recall the empire she was born to inherit. She wouldn’t know the darkness she had escaped. And she wouldn’t understand why— every time Kendrick entered the room— her heart felt like it was being pulled toward something inevitable. Something she had lost. Something she was destined to find again. Because the girl the world forgot… was the princess an empire needed. And the king who swore never to protect anyone… was the only man who could save her.

It began with a scream that fractured the stars. Centuries ago, under a sky void of moonlight, the Spiral Temple trembled as ancient powers clashed within its sacred heart. The air inside shimmered with heat and memory, the stone walls etched with glyphs that pulsed like arteries. Outside, a legion of the Hollowed clawed at the gates—creatures formed not of flesh but of broken time and corrupted echoes, howling with the stolen voices of the dead. Inside, two warriors stood at the eye of the storm. Nyra—the Flameborn Seer, her golden armor splintered, blood mixing with fire across her skin. And Samrith—the last Blade of the Eastern Lineage, cloaked in crimson energy, a relic bound to his soul pulsing at his chest. They had fought through madness and betrayal, across dimensions and through loss, to stand here for this final act. The relic between them floated, humming like a dying star. Its spiral pattern rotated in the air, feeding on their presence, reacting to the marks that glowed on their palms. “You know what sealing it means,” Samrith said, voice hoarse, his gaze never leaving hers. Nyra’s lips curled into a tired smile. “We’ve died a thousand ways already. One more won’t stop the echoes.” She stepped forward. He met her halfway. With trembling hands, they pressed their marked palms to the Spiral relic. A blinding light tore through the temple. Glyphs erupted into flame. The screams of the Hollowed ceased mid-cry. Time folded in on itself. And silence fell. When the light died, there was no trace of Nyra or Samrith. The relic was sealed. The gate was closed. The world forgot. Until now. Because echoes do not die. They wait. And beneath the overgrown ruins of Narthala, in the heart of a jungle that should not remember, the Spiral hums again. Calling new names. And it begins…

“Wifey, time to fulfil your duties!” Xavier demanded as he pulled Arya closer with his arms intimately wrapped around her waist. It was a meticulously planned feast for the powerful. Her fiancé had knelt down on one knee and proposed to her sister instead. Robbed of her right to her inheritance, she was prepared for the Johns family to throw her to the wolves. As she slipped away from her family that had turned their backs on her, she found him — Xavier Knight, the low-profile and reserved noble that ruled the United States and led Glory World Corporation. “Xavier, let’s get married!” He looked up at her, then suddenly stood up. “Where are you going?” “Let’s go. Any later and the civil affairs bureau will be closed.” This book is only an adaptation. Credits goes to the real author and translator. Author: Ms. Bei Chuan Yun Shang Jin

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"Oh… I am so sorry… " and went to see who it is nevertheless all the shading was depleted by seeing his face and it was supplanted with outrage and disarray seeing the young lady close to him. However, never less she would not like to see his face right now that too with the mysterious she is covering up. So she went to leave just to be halted by an arm that isn't getting easier as she knows however so firmly that her bones can be broken. "Running away from me once again." "Leave my hand." "I will once I find the answers, which I have been looking for years." "You'll not find any answers and leave my hand, you are hurting me." "Never" "Baby come on we should get going." the lady beside him said "Shut the f**k up… You bitch… " he thundered making me scared. Numerous individuals have been confused by his activity and in a real sense frightened. At the point when she attempted to talk again he left my arm and went to her side to respond to her. I accepting this as my signal to leave and began running for my dear life. Yet, his voice has halted me. I tuned in to every single word which comprises such a lot of toxin however that didn't stop me. I ran till I arrived at my lone harmony. Yet at the same time, his words waited to me which are so encouraging. "Run however much you need yet once I got you. You'll everlastingly be confined in my arms and nobody can save you from me." Mia Winston sweet and free young lady. Her life turned upside down once her parents met with an accident. However, she needs to battle for her fantasies and turned into an architect. Doing 2 to 3 positions per day she began concentrating just to be halted by a very rich person who doesn't take "No" as an answer. Liam Knight is not a person to mess with. He is a heartless businessman. He never does relationships. In any case, one young lady entered his life thumping on his entryway and he considered allowing an opportunity to the young lady will be a glad completion yet it ended up being a horrible experience which caused him to turn into a devil. Will he be ready to pick the correct young lady for his life? Will Devil can be restrained by anybody? More to it is truly Mia an innocent and sweet young lady like everyone thinks? Find out more by joining the journey of Mia and Liam. There will be bunches of exciting bends in the road. It's a sweet heartfelt story. Warning: This story contains some mature themes, including kidnapping, torture, pain, violence. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author.