Abamsky

He’s the cursed King of the Night.
She’s the last omega prophesied to break him.

Selene has been hiding her scent, her power, and her past. But the moment Valerian—the cold, dangerously seductive Night King—catches her scent, the hunt begins.

He claims her with one bite.
She burns him with one touch.

Bound by fate. Torn by secrets. Their desire is forbidden… but irresistible. And in the dark palace of the damned, passion could save them—or unleash hell itself.

Fated to Night king

Chapter 61 – The War of Red Echoes

"Not all echoes are memories. Some are warnings."

The sky had never seen a dawn like this.

Crimson clouds gathered like blood pooling at the edges of the heavens. Thunder didn't roll—it screamed. Every gust of wind was laced with prophecy. And standing at the center of it all was Selene, no longer the orphaned omega cursed by fate.

The battlefield stretched from the Bone Orchard to the hollowed hills of Viremoor.

Legions assembled on both sides—creatures of the dark and light, bound by loyalty or fear. The banners of the old kings waved in trembling hands. And above them, high on the obsidian ridge, stood Valerian.

He looked every inch the Night King.

Crownless. Cloaked in dusk. Eyes glowing with ancient fury. The cursed ring pulsed on his finger—not as a shackle anymore, but a promise.

A promise that he would burn the world before letting it take her again.

Selene stood beside him, her hair swept back by a wind that obeyed only her. Across her back was the sword she pulled from a dream—the one forged from memory and mercy, dripping with silver flame. Her scent no longer masked what she was.

They descended the ridge like thunder.

Valerian and Selene at the front. Nova and Bea behind, their shadows fused into a single storm. The sky turned black with ravens and spells. The world slowed.

The First Blood King stepped forward from the other side, flanked by bone knights.

"Selene of the false fate," he called. "Return the prophecy to us and we'll spare what's left of your rebellion."

Selene walked until she was close enough to see the fear behind his sneer.

"You mean the prophecy that said I'd be nothing?" she said softly. "I broke that."

Steel met spell. Flesh met fury. The very ground cracked under the force of history unraveling. Nova sent winds laced with fire into the mouth of enemy wolves. Bea's shadow blades moved like serpents through enemy lines, dancing with the precision of pain.

And in the thick of it, Selene was untouchable.

Each swing of her sword rewrote history.

Each breath shattered another line of fate.

Enemies tried to strike her—but their hands faltered, hearts betraying them, fear strangling them. Valerian fought beside her like a storm with teeth, blood-drenched and grinning, loving her more with every kill.

"You look beautiful in war," he growled.

Selene laughed. "You should see me in victory."

A scream tore the air. One of the enemy generals—The Pale Oracle—had cast a forbidden spell: a collapse rune meant to devour Selene's soul.

Valerian moved, but it was Bea who reached her first.

The spell slammed into Bea's chest.

Nova caught her just before she hit the ground.

But Bea smiled through the blood. "I'd break every fate for you. Keep going."

Selene turned back to the battlefield, heart in shreds.

Her next scream shattered the clouds.

And the fire she summoned—omega fire—burned prophecy itself.

By the time night fell, the war of Red Echoes had been won.

Bea lay unconscious but breathing.

Valerian stood beside Selene with his hand in hers, whispering the one truth no prophecy had seen:

"You were never meant to be saved, Selene. You were meant to save us all."

End of Chapter 61 – Next: Chapter 62, "The Bloom Beneath Ashes"