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 97 – The Trial Moon Rises

The moon rose red that night—bloated, burning, and full of omens.

In the Night King's court, the torches along the obsidian walls flickered in defiance of the windless air. Shadows slithered where none should fall. The air pulsed with magic, ancient and awakening.

Selis stood in the middle of the sacred chamber known as The Heart of Oaths, barefoot on the black stone that had drunk the blood of kings and traitors alike. She was clad in ceremonial silver and ash, the threads humming with old enchantments. At her side, Valerian watched, still as stone, every muscle taut with the memory of loss.

"The Trial Moon marks the first test," Lucien said from behind the altar, his voice solemn. "The flame inside you must choose—truth or power."

Lucien shook his head. "That is not how fate works."

"Then fate needs to learn who the hell I am," she said, stepping forward.

The flames in the room surged at her defiance.

A crack opened in the floor beneath the altar, revealing a staircase descending into black.

"This is where I nearly lost you once," he said, low. "If you go down there, you may come back someone else. Or not at all."

"I can't run from it anymore, Valerian," she whispered. "I'm tired of fate pulling the strings. This time, I cut them."

The air in the trial chamber was sharp with prophecy and iron. At the center of the room floated a flame—dark, eerie, almost alive. It pulsed like a heart, and every time it did, Selis felt her own twist in response.

The voice of the flame whispered from the walls.

> "Daughter of dusk. Child of the broken crown.

You seek truth… but truth has a cost."

> "Only one of you may walk out of this chamber with the memory you seek.

Valerian had followed her. He stood at the threshold, having heard it all. For a long moment, neither moved.

Then Valerian said, without hesitation: "Take mine."

"No," Selis snapped, turning to him. "You always sacrifice for me. That ends now."

"I lived lifetimes waiting for you," he said. "If the price of truth is memory… I'd rather forget you than lose you again."

But the flame wasn't moved by sorrow.

Selis stepped forward, until the flame hovered inches from her chest.

"Show me what I need to know," she said. "And take nothing from him."

> "Then you must give something else."

Selis closed her eyes—and extended her arm.

A dagger appeared in the air, hovering before her.

Valerian surged forward. "Selis, no—"

But she had already gripped the dagger and slit her palm. Blood hit the floor in a single drop.

A hidden prophecy beneath the prophecy.

Selis, as a child, locked in a cage beneath the Citadel.

A priestess whispering: "You are the Omega of Flame. If you love him, you will burn. If he loves you, the world may drown."

A secret enemy—The Hollowed Queen—rising beneath the veil of the bloodline. A being that fed off forgotten memories, twisting prophecy for her own rebirth.

And in the center of it all… a single word:

The child of Selis and Valerian… the true flame of fate. Hunted. Needed. Not yet born.

Selis gasped, falling to her knees.

Valerian caught her just as the flame faded.

Her voice was gone. But her eyes—her eyes were fire and storm and truth.

And whispered, using the last echo of her voice:

We're approaching the climax. The Hollowed Queen has stirred… and the true enemy has finally shown her face.