Amber_Glint

Lila Harper never believed in magic until a glowing, winged creature lured her into the hidden world of Arcanwyn Academy, a school concealed deep within an ancient, living forest. At Arcanwyn, magic isn’t just taught, it breathes, grows, and sometimes breaks the rules.

When forbidden creatures begin vanishing and dark magic awakens beneath the academy’s roots, Lila discovers a prophecy tied to her bloodline. As secrets unravel and powerful forces collide, she must decide whether to protect the ancient bond that keeps the magical world safe or risk everything to unleash what has long been caged.

Magic chose her. But the truth might destroy her.

Whispers of the Forbidden Creatures

Chapter 27: The Throne Beneath the Veil

The world beyond the Obsidian Gate was silent.

Not the silence of peace—but the kind that settles after something has been broken. A hush that vibrated with unseen power.

Mist clung to her skin like breath, warm and electric. Her boots touched ground, but it didn't feel like stone or soil—it pulsed faintly, like the heartbeat of something ancient and very much alive.

Niall followed closely, blades drawn, his gaze constantly shifting.

"This place," he whispered. "It's not real."

Lila shook her head slowly. "It's more than real."

All around them, the mists began to part.

Revealing ruins draped in ivy that shimmered like stars. Monoliths carved with swirling runes, glowing faintly as she passed. And above it all, a sky of silver and shadows—fluid, dreamlike, but crackling with distant thunder.

At the center of it all stood a throne.

Carved from obsidian, veined with blue fire. Ancient, regal, waiting.

The King stood at its base, cloak billowing in a wind that wasn't there.

"You remember this place, don't you?" he asked softly. "Even if your mind does not… your blood does."

Memories tugged at the edges of her consciousness—images she couldn't name, feelings she couldn't place. A child laughing beneath a silver tree. A woman's voice, singing in a language that no longer existed. A crown placed on a forehead with shaking hands.

"Stop it," she said, clutching her head. "Get out of my mind!"

"I am not in your mind," he said. "You're in mine."

And then, from behind the throne, shadows began to stir.

Figures emerged—tall, elegant, in robes woven from mist and night. Their faces were masked, but Lila could feel their eyes on her. Judging. Waiting.

"The Forgotten Court," Niall murmured. "They're real."

"They were always real," the King said. "But only one of true Veil-blood could awaken them."

"You stand at the edge of everything, child. You can reclaim what was lost. Unite what was broken. But to do so, you must choose."

He lifted a hand. "To take your place among us… or to turn away and watch both worlds burn."

The air thickened. The court stepped forward in silence. And behind her, the mists began to close again.

Her destiny wasn't waiting—it was demanding.

And the throne… the throne was calling her name.

WHISPERS OF THE FORBIDDEN CREATURES: The Throne Beneath the Veil