Chapter Thirty-Three: The Gate Begins To Open
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The ancient gate beneath Blackthorn Palace trembled.
Lucien Voss stepped back as a deep vibration rolled through the underground chamber. Dust fell from the ceiling, and the black crescent ring on his finger grew hot enough to burn his skin.
He clenched his fist, refusing to remove it.
“Not yet,” he whispered. “You must wait.”
A faint red light appeared between the stone doors.
Something on the other side answered with a low, unnatural growl.
Lucien’s confidence faltered. He had spent years studying the Shadow Council’s forbidden records, searching for the means to awaken the power sealed beneath the palace. He had expected resistance, perhaps even a magical barrier.
He had not expected the thing behind the gate to be awake enough to recognize him.
A voice echoed inside his mind.
Bring me the blood of the king. Bring me the daughter of the moon.
Lucien swallowed.
“The heirs are already here,” he replied aloud. “And the Moonborn woman is within my reach.”
Then why does the gate remain closed?
“Because the king still refuses to surrender what belongs to us.”
The red light flashed.
Lucien staggered as pain shot through his arm. For one terrifying moment, his reflection appeared on the gate—not as the composed royal adviser he knew, but as an old man with hollow eyes and black veins spreading across his face.
Then the image disappeared.
Lucien straightened his coat.
He had come too far to retreat.
If Kael would not willingly provide the royal blood, Lucien would have to find another way to obtain it.
And if Seraphina stood between him and the gate, she would become his next target.
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At the opposite end of the palace, Kael stood beside a tall window in his private study, examining Queen Lyra’s letter for the tenth time.
The handwriting was delicate, but the warning was unmistakable.
The Shadow Council wanted the gate opened. The Moonborn heirs possessed the power to awaken it. And someone Queen Lyra had trusted had helped conceal Seraphina from the Council.
But the letter had offered no certainty about that person's identity.
Prince Theron Draven.
His supposedly dead uncle.
Kael rubbed his forehead.
“My father knew something about him,” he murmured.
Inside him, Dread stirred.
Your father suspected everyone. But suspicion did not save him.
Kael’s jaw tightened.
“No. It didn’t.”
A knock sounded at the door.
“Enter.”
Ronan stepped inside, his expression serious.
“We searched the eastern passage after the chapel incident. Whoever stole the documents knew the palace’s old routes. There were no guards stationed near the entrance.”
“Because those passages were sealed decades ago,” Kael replied.
“Someone reopened them recently.”
Kael placed the letter on his desk.
“Find out who had access to the old architectural plans. Quietly. I don't want Lucien learning about our investigation before we understand what he knows.”
Ronan hesitated. “There is something else, Your Majesty.”
“What?”
“The guards beneath the western tower reported a tremor shortly before midnight. They thought it was an underground collapse, but the stone around the old foundations was warm.”
Kael’s eyes narrowed.
“The gate.”
“That was my thought.”
Dread rose inside him, suddenly alert.
Something is calling from beneath this palace.
Kael felt a cold pressure settle over his chest. He had heard stories of ancient magic buried beneath the royal throne, but he had never believed the legends described a living force.
“Double the guards near the western tower,” he ordered. “No one enters the underground passages without my permission.”
“And Lord Voss?”
“Especially Lord Voss.”
Ronan bowed and left.
Kael remained beside the desk, staring at the letter.
He had inherited a kingdom built upon secrets. Now those secrets were threatening to destroy everything he had sworn to protect.
And somewhere in the palace, Seraphina and her children were standing at the center of a conflict they had never chosen.
He could not allow history to repeat itself.
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Seraphina sat in the sitting room adjoining the royal family’s private apartments while Aria arranged wooden blocks into a crooked tower.
Aiden was near the window, watching the guards patrol the courtyard. Adrian sat beside Seraphina, drawing the same symbol repeatedly: a black crescent surrounding three stars.
“Adrian,” she said gently, “why do you keep drawing that?”
He stopped, looking down at his paper.
“I saw it in my dream.”
Seraphina’s fingers tightened around her teacup.
“What happened in the dream?”
“The palace was shaking.” He looked up at her. “There was a door under the ground. Something behind it wanted to come out.”
The room seemed to grow colder.
“Did you see who opened it?”
Adrian shook his head.
“I only saw a man wearing a black ring. He said the king’s blood would unlock everything.”
Seraphina slowly set down her cup.
Kael’s blood.
She remembered Queen Lyra’s warning. The gate needed the blood of the royal Alpha and the power of the Moonborn heirs.
If Adrian’s dream was connected to the truth, then their enemies were no longer merely trying to capture them.
They were preparing to unleash something dangerous.
Aiden turned away from the window.
“We should leave this place.”
Seraphina studied him. “Why?”
“Because the wolves outside are afraid.”
“Afraid of what?”
“I don't know.” His young face grew troubled. “But they keep looking toward the western tower. They don't want to go near it.”
Before Seraphina could answer, Aria’s blocks suddenly lifted from the floor.
Silver light shimmered around them.
The little girl stared, startled, as the blocks floated higher. Then every candle in the room flickered out.
A pulse of moonlight spread from Aria’s hands.
For one heartbeat, a strange symbol appeared across the ceiling—the same black crescent and three stars Adrian had drawn.
Seraphina rushed to her daughter.
“Aria, sweetheart, look at me. Can you stop it?”
“I’m trying!”
The light intensified.
Then a second pulse came from Seraphina’s wrist. Her crescent mark glowed, and the floating blocks dropped harmlessly onto the carpet.
Aria fell against her mother, breathing hard.
Seraphina held her close.
“What happened, darling?”
Aria buried her face in Seraphina’s shoulder.
“Something called me.”
Seraphina’s heart lurched.
“What called you?”
“The door.”
A sudden knock interrupted them.
Elara hurried into the room, followed by Queen Mother Eveline. Both women looked alarmed.
“You felt it too?” Eveline asked.
Seraphina rose, keeping one arm around Aria.
“Felt what?”
“The disturbance beneath the palace.” Eveline’s face had gone pale. “The old protective spells have begun to weaken.”
Adrian held up his drawing.
“The gate is waking.”
Eveline stared at the black crescent.
For the first time since Seraphina had met her, the queen mother looked genuinely frightened.
“Then we have less time than I feared.”
---
Kael arrived moments later.
His gaze immediately moved to Seraphina and the children.
“Is everyone unharmed?”
“Yes,” Seraphina replied. “But something is happening beneath this palace. Adrian dreamed about the gate, and Aria says it called to her.”
Kael looked at the little girl, then at Seraphina’s glowing wrist.
Dread growled within him.
The gate has sensed them.
Kael stepped closer, lowering his voice.
“Seraphina, I need you to trust me on this. Whatever happens next, stay away from the western tower.”
Her eyes hardened.
“You don't get to order me around simply because you're king.”
“I know.” He held her gaze. “I'm asking you because I believe something down there is dangerous, and I don't want you or the children hurt.”
Her anger softened slightly, though suspicion remained.
“Then tell me everything you know.”
Kael glanced at Eveline before answering.
“The gate requires royal blood and Moonborn power. We believe the Shadow Council intends to use it to control whatever has been sealed beyond it.”
“And if they succeed?”
“I don't know.”
The honesty in his answer unsettled her more than a false promise would have.
A deep tremor suddenly shook the room.
The windows rattled. Somewhere far below, stone scraped against stone.
Aria began to cry.
Seraphina gathered her daughter into her arms as Kael moved instinctively in front of them.
Then a voice, ancient and cold, rolled through the palace.
THE BLOOD OF THE KING IS NEAR.
Kael froze.
The voice continued.
BRING ME THE MOONBORN DAUGHTER.
Seraphina’s pendant blazed silver.
Beneath the palace, the ancient gate opened a fraction wider.
And in the darkness beyond it, something smiled.
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