Chapter 65- Worship & Wild Magic

POV Rhiannan

Morning came with syrup slicked fingers, a sleepy vampire tracing her spine, and a baby latched to each breast while the third gurgled at her wrist with his tiny fangs.

"Mom of the Year," Liam grinned, licking strawberry jam off her collarbone. "You're feeding the next generation of gods and me. That's multitasking."

"Bite me," she muttered.

"I'm trying." He sassed back.

They were all glowing.

Not metaphorically.

Literally.

The babies shimmered with barely contained magic after nursing. They were full and fat and happy.

Rhiannan tucked them into their enchanted carriers and blinked blearily at her mates.

"What's the plan?"

Kaleb just smiled and held out a perfectly clean white cloak lined with silver thread.

"We're going live."

POV: Arwen (Faenet Stream)

::LIVE — 1.3M viewers watching::

"Morning, Andopeer. You ready to see something sacred?" Arwen's voice was low, smooth, dripping reverence and mischief in equal measure.

The screen panned to Rhiannan walking between her mates, wrapped in moonlight and motherhood. Triplets strapped to her like blessed armor.

And then… the temple came into view.

She stopped breathing.

The MoonBlood Temple glowed like it had been carved from stars and fire. Villagers filled the courtyard, kneeling on handwoven mats, pouring their hearts into prayers. Offerings of herbs, carved trinkets, painted stones, and glowing fruit lined the steps like a river of love.

Every face turned to her.

Every prayer reached for her.

And Rhiannan collapsed to her knees, sobbing.

Not because she was overwhelmed. Not because she was broken.

Because this… this was healing.

This was hers.

Her temple.

Her people.

Her legacy.

Power hit them like a storm.

From the prayers. From the offerings. From the belief surging like a tidal wave.

POV Kaleb (still live):

"Holy shit, Sasha, are you seeing this energy spike?"

"Babe, I am the spike." She retorted. "But yes, I see it."

Rhiannan gasped, eyes wide, as glowing ribbons of power wrapped around her and the triplets, white, gold, shadow, flame. Elemental and divine. The babies shrieked with laughter as their bodies grew, visibly, audibly, shockingly.

One moment, they were infants. The next, toddlers. Still babies… but bigger, stronger, sparking with magic and ancient resonance.

Liam (grinning into the camera):

"Don't freak out, y'all… but our goddess babies just leveled up like Pokémon."

The people lost their minds.

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POV Rhiannan

She couldn't stop crying.

She wasn't embarrassed. She was transcendent.

Her heart was full, her body alive with divine fire, and her babies giggled as they held hands and shot tiny magic sparks into the sky.

Kaleb caught one spark in a containment orb and whispered, "This one has your eyes."

Sable knelt beside her, hand pressed to her back. "You're unstoppable now."

Arwen, Elisha, Liam, Azarion, they all surrounded her like a ring of devotion.

"Say something to the people," Sasha whispered through the earpiece.

She wiped her tears and looked straight into the Faenet lens.

"I feel you. I hear you. I love you. This is just the beginning."

Faenet fucking exploded.

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POV Lorelei The Bone Queen

The sanctum pulsed like a living wound, each breath of shadow laced with power and decay. Bone runes glowed from the floor, flickering in rhythm with her heartbeat...slower now, heavier. Louder.

Lorelei sat upon her throne of marrow and ash, crimson robed and radiant with corruption, convinced she had won.

She had poisoned the Forgotten King herself. Dripped the venom into his golden chalice with steady hands. Whispered false promises into his dying ear. She'd watched his breath rattle. Watched his soul bleed out into the dirt.

Or so she thought.

The flames in her scrying mirror twisted, images of Rhiannan's temple, the triplets glowing with divine power, villagers weeping in worship. The world was shifting. And not in her favor.

Behind her, Khezur paced like a starving jackal.

"The longer we wait, the more they believe in her," he growled, his serpent eyes blazing. "She's being fed by their faith."

Lorelei turned to him, slow and deliberate, her voice silk wrapped steel.

"And what would you have me do? Storm her castle? Slaughter the children like some brutish warlord? No. We do this the right way. We end her line. We take her power. Permanently."

Khezur bared his teeth. "Then bind me. You said the soul ritual would be ready."

She stepped down from the dais, shadows coiling around her ankles. "Soon. Your soul will be mine, serpent king. And with it, the gateway to her downfall."

But as her hand touched the ritual stone, she flinched.

Something pulsed beneath her skin.

A cold tremor. A whisper just beneath her thoughts.

She straightened, jaw tightening. Not now.

She was the Bone Queen. She was in control.

Or so she told herself.

Inside her, something ancient stirred.

A sliver of divinity.

Rotting. Waiting.

The piece of the Forgotten King she never noticed during the ritual. The piece he let her think she conquered.

He wasn't dead.

Not fully.

Not truly.

He was watching. And smiling.

POV The Forgotten King (Fragmented)

Her blood was warm. Soft. Divine.

So easy to slip inside. So easy to wait.

Lorelei, his murderer, his vessel.

She had done well.

She had risen.

And now… she would deliver him his prize.

The serpent's body. The goddess's heart. The end of the prophecy.

Once she soul bound Khezur to herself, the king would have his perfect host.

And Rhiannan would face not just the death of her children…

…but the rebirth of an ancient god through the twisted love of her worst enemies.

Back in the Sanctum

Lorelei exhaled, shaking off the cold.

Khezur stepped forward, voice low.

"When we strike, we strike hard. I want the triplets dead before dawnlight touches their skin."

Lorelei smirked, eyes gleaming. "We'll rip her legacy from the cradle."

The bone circle flared, and above them, the whispering began again.

Only this time…

It was not her magic.

And it was not her will.

And deep down… Lorelei realized she was no longer the only queen inside her skin.