Chapter 66- Screams of the MoonBorn

Location: Aurealis Castle – The Royal Nursery

The triplets screamed in unison.

Not fussy baby cries. Not hunger or wet cloth whines.

No, this was soul deep terror. A chorus of pain and panic that shattered the serenity of the early morning.

The castle shook.

Rhiannan bolted upright in bed, breath catching in her throat as a psychic blast hit her square in the chest. Images flooded her mind, not from her own goddess instincts, but from the most unexpected source.

Her babies. All three of them.

A vision exploded across Rhiannan's inner sight:

A bone circle, carved with blood.

Lorelei, draped in death silk, chanting with her eyes rolled back.

Khezur, shirtless and snarling, hands outstretched toward her babies' souls.

And above them both, a swirling vortex of darkness crackling with Veltherions laughter.

They were trying to take them. Steal their divine essence. Kill them before their magic could mature.

"NO."

Rhiannan leapt from bed, already mid shift into full war mode.

Down the hall, alarms blared. Sasha's voice screamed through the walls:

"Castle lockdown activated. Magical breach detected. Divine interference imminent. ALL GUARDS TO THE NURSERY. NOW."

Doors slammed open. Lights flickered. Every magical ward flared with golden fire.

The King Consorts went feral.

Kaleb was first, shirtless, growling, eyes already lit with battle magic.

Azarion appeared with fire curling off his hands, speaking spells in an ancient tongue.

Arwen and Elisha shifted mid run, one into shadow, the other into smoke.

Liam was already summoning blood wards, fangs out.

Sable had torn through a wall to get there faster, tail whipping behind him like a blade.

"Protect the triplets!" Kaleb roared, teeth bared.

"They're not taking our babies!" Elisha snarled, voice thick with dragonfire.

Rhiannan burst into the nursery as the triplets screamed louder, glowing now, pulsing with divine energy.

Lady Kaelith was already there, tattoos flaring as she gathered the babies into her arms. Sereth stood in the corner, whispering time-slowing spells, eyes wild. Boom Boom Thornhex grunted and slammed a glowing toy chest into place, it promptly turned into a miniature barricade.

"Back up, bitches, I'm deploying defensive plushies!" she snapped, hurling enchanted unicorns at the windows.

Reyna, Zaiya, Barrik, Kazra, Nyxar, and Veena stormed into the hallway behind her, already armoring up.

"What the fuck is happening?!" Kazra barked, twin daggers dripping fire.

"The Bone Queen made her move," Rhiannan said, voice cold. "And she's not coming for me. She's coming for them."

Inside the Castle War Room

Sasha's holoform flickered with static, face tense and full bitch mode activated.

"A corrupted surge of death magic is pushing through the outer ley lines. Origin unknown. Intent: Child abduction, soul tethering, ritual murder...classic villain shit. Suggest immediate countermeasures."

"Done," Liam muttered, flipping switches as runes flared in the war table. "Defensive dome's up, teleport blocks are online, and I added a lil' blood hex for flavor."

"Bless you, vampire," Sasha deadpanned. "This is why you're my favorite."

Back in the Nursery

The triplets finally stopped screaming.

Because they weren't scared anymore.

They were glowing.

Hovering slightly, magic rippling off their tiny bodies like a rising tide. Their eyes locked onto Rhiannan, and the vision confirmed itself...a warning. A prophecy. A declaration of war.

"They tried to take you," Rhiannan whispered, dropping to her knees. "But they'll have to get through me. Through us."

Veena stood beside her, wings of ash and fire flaring. "Let them try."

Zaiya pulled her swords free, crackling with lightning. "I've got storm energy for days, bitch."

Kazra bared her teeth. "Goddess babies? Bone Queen? You had me at 'blood magic.' Let's kill her."

Outside, a storm began to gather over the castle.

Not natural.

Not divine.

War born.

And every warrior, every sentinel, every loyal heart of Aurealis stood ready at the gates of that nursery.

Because those triplets weren't just children.

They were the future of the realms.

And Rhiannan Vaelorian would burn the stars themselves before she let anyone steal them.

POV The Triplets (Lyrielle, Nyxira, and Caelum)

Location: The Royal Nursery, Aurealis Castle

Everything tasted like starlight, until it didn't.

The night had been calm. Warm milk. Blood drops. Mama's lullaby humming through the warded air. Their cribs were enchanted, the walls pulsing with protective sigils. The world had been safe.

Then something shifted.

Lyrielle's tiny fists clenched as her dragon senses flared, something wrong was slithering through the threads of fate. The magic around her recoiled. Her golden scales shimmered beneath soft skin. She screeched once, a high, melodic wail that cracked every crystal charm in the room.

Nyxira felt it too. The pull. The corruption. A shadow clawing through bone and blood. Her demon fire surged. Tiny black horns sparked to life beneath her curls. Her eyes flashed crimson as she screamed in defiance, hurling a rattle across the room with surprising force. It exploded.

Caelum didn't scream, he watched. Vampire senses tingling, dark magic swirling beneath his perfect baby boy façade. His fangs were already budding. He didn't cry. He growled. And every shadow in the room twisted toward him.

Together, the triplets lit up like a trinity of divine warheads.

Cribs levitated. Wards glowed hot. Sasha's alerts blared through every castle wall.

But they weren't done.

They had no words, but their minds braided in raw, ancient magic.

Ritual. Bone circle. Mama. Danger. Protect. Protect. NOW.

Lyrielle summoned a vision and pushed it through the bond.

Nyxira carved it into divine flame.

Caelum directed it like a spear straight into their mother's chest.

Rhiannan collapsed with a gasp, visions slamming into her: Lorelei and Khezur, chanting over bones, trying to rip the triplets from this realm and offer them to the darkness.

The triplets wailed again, but now the whole castle joined them.

Within Their Baby Brains

They didn't speak.

They felt.

Lyrielle's soul roared like a baby dragon's cry of warning. She would BURN THE SKY for her mama.

Nyxira's fire hissed and whispered dark promises. She would BITE GODS if they dared to try again.

Caelum narrowed his eyes and mentally catalogued every enemy scent. Someone was marked.

Together, they vibrated with shared power. Every hair on Rhiannan's arms rose as she scooped them up, glowing, pulsing with divine overload.

And in the heart of it all?

They were still just babies.

Nyxira grabbed her mother's hair and stuffed it in her mouth.

Lyrielle belched tiny embers onto her own foot and laughed.

Caelum blinked slowly, smug, and silently marked the Bone Queen for destruction.

Divine Realm – Nythera's Watch

"They activated early," Nythera whispered, hand glowing as she watched her grandchildren's light ripple through dimensions.

"They weren't supposed to awaken this much power until year seven," murmured Orin, Warden of Realms.

Veyra smiled. "They're not just divine born."

"No," Nythera said with a smirk.

"They're retribution."

HELL YES—here comes the delicious chaos of a backfiring dark ritual. Buckle up, babe. Lorelei is about to eat her own magic. 🍷💀🔥

POV Lorelei, the Bone Queen

Location: Deep Sanctum of the Bone Circle

The bones were perfect.

Old, polished smooth with age and grief. Arranged in a sacred spiral of power, each one handpicked from the dead of a thousand forgotten wars. A radius of ancient femurs, child skulls, and rune etched vertebrae. Lorelei knelt at the center, her crimson gown pooling like blood across the floor.

Khezur stood behind her, silent, cloaked in black sand and seething hate.

The chanting began, low and thrumming. Her hands moved with dark grace, painting sigils in cursed ash and royal blood. Smoke hissed upward, the ritual awakening.

"We call the unformed. We claim the divine spawn. We bind their breath to bone."

The circle responded, pulsing once with sickly green light.

Khezur smirked. "It's working."

But then…

Something shifted.

Not in the bones.

In the void between them.

Lorelei froze.

A laugh echoed. Faint. Wrong. Feminine.

"…Mama says no," the voice whispered, sing song and chilling.

Then, a second voice, raspy, shadowed with fury....

"Touch my brother again and I'll eat your fucking heart."

And then a third, calm and ancient like a lullaby sung by death itself:

"I see you."

The bone circle snapped, then exploded inward with a flash of divine gold, black flame, and pure wrath. The floor cracked beneath Lorelei's knees as white hot energy surged through her runes and reversed the flow. Power screamed backward into her chest, her nose bled, her mouth poured silver smoke. She shrieked as the bones caught fire with searing magic not their own.

Khezur dove back, roaring, "What the hell did you do?!"

"I...I don't know! I.." Lorelei writhed, choking on magic she couldn't contain.

And then…

A rattle flew into the circle. Just a simple baby's rattle. Carved of moonbone.

It landed at her feet and pulsed once with divine light.

Then exploded.

In the Aftermath…

The ritual chamber was in ruins. Smoke curled from melted glyphs. Bones lay in molten heaps. Lorelei coughed up starlight, eyes rolling as she collapsed against the altar.

From the shadows, Khezur dragged her out by the arm, muttering curses in a dozen dead languages.

"We underestimated them," he growled.

Lorelei's skin smoked. Her fingernails had turned to crystal. "They're just infants…"

"No," Khezur snapped, looking toward the stars.

"They are prophecy born, goddess blooded… and divinely pissed off."

Meanwhile in the Divine Realm…

Nythera was sipping wine, watching the whole scene unfold in her celestial mirror.

"She tried to bone-bind my grandchildren?" she mused, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, honey."

Veyra snorted. "The babies handled it."

Orin clapped once, slowly. "Hell hath no fury like a triplet tantrum."