Eternal Havok Duet, 2
The prophecy was only the beginning. The crown was never the end.
After surviving betrayal, bloodshed, and a bond forged in fire, Cassandra has become the key to peace—or annihilation. Her soul now bears the mark of three realms: Earth, Runic, and Quietus. And not everyone believes a witch should hold that much power.
As war erupts and shadows rise, Cassandra and Niko must navigate deadly court politics, ancient magik, and enemies hidden in plain sight. With a traitor in the palace and the prophecy unravelling around them, the couple must decide how much are they willing to sacrifice for a peace the realms may not deserve?
Love gave them strength.
War will decide their fate.
And only one truth remains:
To save the realms, she must become their queen. Even if it means breaking everything.
Excerpt:
They expected me to break. To run, to hide, or to let Niko carry the burden of being a ruler while I smiled and stood beside him like a decorative blade, sharp but untouched. They don’t understand who I am. I am a true descendant of a Salem witch. I’ve spent my entire life trapped by invisible chains, my mother’s expectations, the coven’s traditions, and the betrayal of almost everyone I’ve ever known. But I am done being small or acting like I’m powerless, because I’m not.
Amara leads me into the eastern training chamber. It’s older than the palace, she says. The stone beneath our feet once knew the first wielders of true magik. Here, spells are heavier. Truer. The walls themselves seem to listen.
“You draw from emotion,” she says, her silver eyes appraising me. “That’s human-born magik. It’s powerful, but wild and inconsistent.”
I nod. “I know.”
“And you feel your connection to the earth when you heal,” she continues.
“Yes.”
“But have you ever taken energy?” she asks, lifting a single brow.
I hesitate. “From people?” I’m not sure how I feel about doing that.
She shakes her head. “No. From places. From pain. From memory. There are many forms of energy and magik than you, or even I know.” Amara steps back, gestures toward a tall mirror etched with runes. “Touch it.”
I place my hand against the glass. Cold floods my palm before it turns to heat. Then nothing, until suddenly the room around me fades and I’m somewhere else entirely. A memory not my own.
I’m in a battlefield. Ash falls from the sky like rain. In the distance screams echo loudly, reverberating through the hills that surround the area. Fae warriors clash with horned beasts that can only be Quietus-born. Dark blood soaks into the ground turning it into a muddy quagmire. And there, in the center of it all, is a woman cloaked in white standing perfectly still, her hands glowing a bright violet color.
She is me.
No. She is not me. She is a future vision of me. And she’s wielding power like a living storm. She gathers it around her like a cloak before pushing it out onto the battlefield to strengthen and protect the Fae-born warriors.
The vision snaps, and I fall back, gasping, my knees hitting the stone. Amara’s hand is on my shoulder.
“That was a glimpse of what you become,” she says softly.
“I…” my voice shakes. “I was everywhere. My power didn’t just heal or destroy. It commanded.”
“In the vision, you and Niko were fully merged,” she says. “Fully ascended. That’s who you are when you stop hiding and let the realm see the true you.”
I look up at her, breathing hard. “What if I’m not ready for that?” For the first time since I placed my hand in Niko’s, I questioned my decision to come here.
Her smile is sad. “The prophecy doesn’t care if you’re ready, child. But I do. So … we train.”
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