Isabella and jenna sitting in room, jenna telling her, her family's dark past. Isabella asked "it's not my mothers problem that she born pure, it's not her mistake that Helena's brother like my mum more than your sister. It's not her mistake that her friend betray her for Hayley."

"Yes you are right. But Helena's soul was consumed by Black Codex. She cant able to feel pain, love and everything. The Codex changed her mind, manipulate her memories and make her pawn of her." Jenna replied.

"So what happens ahead?" Isabella asked.
Jenna began "after signing black Codex she turned to blood witch, dark fairy and others forbidden magic you cant  able to think. When Helena fully rised she manipulate our father to stand with her, make him believe that Hayley is kind and being easily manipulated so she isnt able to be a queen. I deserved it, I deserved to be a queen, I'm cruel and manipulative."  My father comes in her talks and my mothers but they didn't know what betrayal coming on the day of crown ceremony of Hayley. Helena shoke hand with cabals the most manipulative clan of 4 dark sorceress in revenge of killing you. When she heard Hayley is pregnant of Xylarian's child she cant control herself. She just wanted to killed you in her belly.

Isabella said "is is really cruel. She is worst than my thought."

Jenna said "on the day of crown ceremony helena heard what she doesnt want to heard." The room faded and scene shifts to later centuries.

The waterfall roared as it tumbled from the towering cliffs, its cascading waters creating a veil of mist that shimmered in the afternoon sunlight. It was a hidden haven, untouched by time, surrounded by emerald-green ferns and ancient oaks whose twisted roots gripped the earth like weathered fingers. The air smelled of moss and fresh water, a sharp contrast to the tension between the two figures seated on the mossy rocks by the pool.

Xylarian, the Dragon Witch, adjusted the deep silver-blue cloak draped over his shoulders, the hem embroidered with golden dragon scales—a sign of his royal lineage. His tunic, tailored centuries ago, was rich with intricate patterns of flame and wind, symbolizing his dual mastery of air and fire. His piercing blue eyes flickered with unease as he gazed at Hayley.

Hayley’s dark, flowing gown glimmered faintly, its black silk catching the light like the surface of an obsidian blade. The fabric hugged her form elegantly, with silver embroidery tracing the outline of stars and moons—a nod to her celestial ancestry. A delicate circlet rested on her forehead, its small sapphire glowing softly, but her hands rested protectively over her belly, her voice trembling.

“We shouldn’t have come here, Xylarian,” Hayley said, her voice almost lost beneath the roar of the falls. Her dark hair flowed over her shoulders, mingling with the folds of her gown. “If anyone finds us—if Helena finds out about... this...” She looked down at her belly, her expression filled with fear and hope.

Xylarian reached for her hand, his touch warm and steady despite the turmoil in his heart. “Hayley,” he said softly, his voice gentle yet resolute, “this is the only place where we can speak freely, without the prying eyes of the court. But I know... we can’t hide here forever.”

“The Crown ceremony,” Hayley whispered, glancing over her shoulder as if the trees might betray them. “What if Helena done something wrong today? Something with our child. She has losted her mind, and you know that."

“She won’t,” Xylarian interrupted, his voice firm but laced with sorrow. He shifted, the dragon tattoo on his back catching the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees. “She can’t. Not yet. Hayley, our child is more than a secret. She’s hope. She’ll carry the legacy of both dragon and celestial blood. But Helena... her jealousy blinds her. She won’t understand.”

Hayley’s hand tightened over his. “She’s not just jealous, Xylarian. She’s angry. Cold. I’ve seen it in her eyes. If she ever finds out about Isabella... she won’t hesitate.”

Xylarian’s expression hardened, his jaw tightening. “Then we’ll protect her. Both of you. No matter what it takes.”

But even as he said the words, shadows shifted in the dense foliage behind them. Hidden among the ferns, Helena stood frozen, her emerald-green gown blending into the forest. Her raven-black hair fell like a curtain around her face, but her expression was twisted with rage and betrayal.

“Isabella.” The name burned in her mind like a curse. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, drawing blood. They betrayed me. My sister... My Brother Xylarian... The man she loved had chosen Hayley instead, and now they were hiding a child? A child that would eclipse everything Helena had ever dreamed of being.

Quietly, she stepped back into the shadows, her movements graceful despite the storm raging inside her. She had overheard enough.

The path to Solara Bay was lined with skeletal trees, their twisted branches clawing at the sky. The air grew colder as Helena approached a clearing where dark figures stood waiting.

The Cabals.

The leader, Elazar Blodsvärd, stood at the center, cloaked in a robe as black as the void. His face was pale, his crimson eyes glinting with amusement as Helena stepped into the circle of dark sorcerers. Behind him, three others waited—a towering combat master with a blade forged from shadow, a hooded woman whose hands crackled with black lightning, and a pale girl who whispered curses into the night air.

Helena’s gown, once radiant with the emerald hues of her lineage, now seemed darker, her anger consuming the light. She stopped before Blodsvärd, her voice steady but icy.

“I have a task for you,” she said, her emerald eyes glinting with malice. “At the ceremony, Hayley and her unborn child... they will not leave alive. Do whatever it takes. Spare no one.”

Blodsvärd tilted his head, a slow, sinister smile spreading across his face. “A royal request,” he murmured. His voice was smooth, like silk hiding a blade. “And one with a personal grudge, I see.”

“Do not question me,” Helena snapped. “Do as I command, and you will be rewarded beyond measure.”

Blodsvärd’s smile widened. “As you wish, my queen. The ceremony will indeed be... unforgettable, but I need a prize.”

"I'll give you nothing." Helena said.

"You foolish girl, you are not powerful than us and you know that. You sign black Codex newly but we..we are olders than you."

Helena shout 'what..do you want?"

He demanded "The Child."
Helena using her mind and said "ok, child is yours and my sister is mine. I give you my words."

The combat master stepped forward, his blade gleaming with dark energy. “Shall we silence them all, my lady?” he asked, his deep voice echoing through the clearing.

Helena turned, her gown swirling like a storm around her. “No,” she said coldly. I've planned everything.”

As the Cabals prepared for the chaos to come, Helena allowed herself one last glance toward the hidden waterfall. Her heart, once filled with love for her sister and hope for Xylarian, was now a vessel of fury and despair. The scene faded and they back to present.

Isabella said "I'll never forgive Helena. If she  come in front of me I'll killed her. She is going to killed me in belly, how pathetic."

"But I'm sorry.. I wanna tell you everything but your mother.. she promise me that never told you about anything. She wants to make you strong not vulnerable like her. And its your destiny to find everything about yourself, my work was just giving you hint like I've given many times, I pointed many times on ancient library."

Isabella's eyes filled with tears as she heard those all things she hugged aunt jenna and ask "never hide anything from me, never. Just promise me."

Jenna promises and Isabella asked another question "When I was reading my mothers letter she mention that her sister was my birth mother, and who she is?"

Jenna replied "again, its your destiny to find out everything, just go to ancient library and find out everything. The chamber is filled with lots of answers. And kindly dont ask anymore question."

Isabella chukles said "one more.." jenna said fast. She said "my magic had gone but its come back. Perhaps nature unpublished me."

Jenna replied "nature punished you took your magic but your witch magic not dragon magic." Jenna stand and said "ok I'm done and I'm going to find a date."

Isabella's eyes widen as she heard she said"Ooo, Naughty..Naughty..Btw who is that lucky man?"

Jenna blushed and said "a human."

Isabella said "oh how sweet you both human a sweet relationship,enjoy yourselves.."

Jenna replies "Thanks..but dont tell Aurora..its secret okay..!" I'm silence voice.

Isabella in silence voice replies "Okk..I am gonna taking shower" she moves to her room. And taking shower, she is singing in beautiful voice. Phillip enter in Isabella's room through window and listening her song.

Phillip was standing there and cant controlling himself, theres a wild fire burning within him. His body start warmimg when he start sniffing aroma of her soap and her body. Than, suddenly Isabella open her door and phillip look at her. While Isabella folding towel around her body looking at phillip and said "when did you come?"

"I..was just..I was just wandering there and I listen your voice, I.. cant control my self and I.. I..Nothing." phillip said.

Phillip looking at Isabella and start listening her heartbeat while his own heart start beating aloud. Isabella hold his hand and ask "hey, tell me I'm listening!" 

Isabella get closer to him, hold his both hand while looking in each others eyes. She closes her face to phillip. While both hearts are beating.

Isabella grasped his hands, placing them on her waist, and cradled his face, gazing into his eyes before leaning in for a kiss. Their lips met, and their souls intertwined. Their breaths synchronized, becoming one.

Phillip wrapped his hands around her head, deepening the kiss. They held each other tightly, lips locked. Passionately, they exchanged tender bites.

Isabella shed his shirt, tracing her fingers over his chiseled physique. Phillip swept her onto the nearby bed, lying atop her. He gently brushed her hair aside, planting kisses along her neck. They exchanged tender smiles as Phillip reached to unwrap her towel. And they enjoyed their night..

Felix worked silently under the silver glow of the moon, his hands moving swiftly as he sharpened his blade. The forge crackled behind him, its embers casting flickering shadows on the stone walls. His senses were on high alert—something felt... off. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled, and he paused, gripping the hilt of his blade tightly.

A faint blur of motion flickered in the corner of his eye. He straightened, his sharp gaze darting to the shadows.

"Who's there?" he called out, his voice steady but firm. The echo of his words lingered in the still air. Silence.

Felix sniffed the air, his heightened werewolf senses scanning for an intruder. The faintest trace of a scent tickled his nose—sultry, sweet, intoxicating.

Out of the shadows, a figure emerged. Salena stepped forward, her movements languid, her silhouette teasing the moonlight. Her dark eyes gleamed with mischief, and her crimson lips curled into a smile that was both inviting and dangerous.

"Why so tense, Felix?" she purred, her voice a soft melody that danced across the room. "It’s just me."

Felix’s jaw tightened. "Your games won’t work on me," he growled. "Whatever you’re planning, it ends now."

Salena tilted her head, feigning innocence as she took a slow step closer. Her heels clicked on the stone floor, each sound like a ticking clock. "Planning?" she echoed, her tone playful. "You wound me, Felix. I came here because I was... lonely."

"Stay back." His voice was firm, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of hesitation as she moved closer.

Her lips parted in a soft laugh. "Lonely," she repeated, her fingers brushing along the edge of the table beside him. "Surely you know what that feels like. No one to trust. No one to hold. No one to share the... heat of the night."

Felix narrowed his eyes. "I said stay back. My bite will kill you."

Salena’s smile widened, her expression shifting to one of dark seduction. "Then let’s hope you don’t bite," she whispered, closing the distance between them.

Felix took a step back, but she was too quick. In a blur, she was in front of him, her fingers grazing his jaw. He stiffened as her dark magic seeped into his mind.

"Look at me, Felix," she said softly, her voice laced with compulsion. Her pupils dilated, a shimmering, hypnotic glow drawing his gaze.

He tried to resist, but the edges of reality blurred, her voice wrapping around his mind like a silken thread. His sharp senses dulled, his vision shifting. The world tilted, and suddenly, it wasn’t Salena standing before him, it was Isabella.

"I love you, Felix," she whispered, her voice soft and full of emotion. "I’ve always loved you."

Felix blinked, his breath hitching. "Isabella?"

Salena smiled, playing the part perfectly. She leaned closer, her hand resting on his chest. "Yes," she said, her tone dripping with sweetness. "Don’t fight it. We were meant to be."

Felix’s hand trembled as he reached out, cupping her face. He saw Isabella’s emerald eyes staring back at him, her platinum hair catching the moonlight.

"You’re... here," he murmured, his voice cracking with emotion.

"Always," Salena said, her lips brushing against his ear. "I came back for you."

He exhaled shakily, his defenses crumbling. His lips found hers in a desperate kiss, a whirlwind of passion and longing.

The kiss deepened, an intoxicating blend of passion and sorrow as Felix clung to the illusion. For a moment, he allowed himself to believe the impossible—that Isabella had returned to him. His heart thundered in his chest, drowning out the quiet whispers of doubt in the back of his mind.

But then, the illusion wavered.

A flicker of shadow passed over "Isabella’s" face, her emerald eyes briefly shifting to an inky black. Felix’s instincts kicked in, his heightened senses detecting the faint trace of dark magic beneath the facade.

He broke away abruptly, stepping back with a snarl, his claws unsheathing.

"Who are you?" Felix growled, his voice a low rumble that echoed through the forge.

The figure before him chuckled darkly, the sweet innocence of her voice giving way to something colder, more sinister. The illusion shattered, and Salena stood in her true form, her dark eyes gleaming with wicked satisfaction.

"You’re stronger than I thought," she mused, brushing a hand over her lips as though savoring the kiss. "But even strength has its limits, Felix."

Felix’s chest heaved as rage coursed through him. "You’ll regret that," he said, his tone low and dangerous.

Salena smirked, her confidence unwavering. She extended a hand, and a surge of dark energy crackled around her fingers. The room darkened, shadows creeping along the walls like living things.

"Regret?" she echoed mockingly. "Oh, Felix, the night is young, and I haven’t even begun."

The shadows leapt toward him, tendrils of darkness wrapping around his limbs with a speed and precision that caught him off guard. Felix roared, his claws slashing through the inky restraints, but the magic was relentless, tightening its grip.

Salena’s laughter echoed through the forge, her power filling the room with a suffocating presence. "Let’s see if the mighty wolf can survive a dance with shadows," she said, her voice dripping with malice.

Felix gritted his teeth, his muscles straining as he fought against the magical bonds. His wolf form threatened to break free, the beast within him clawing for control. But he knew the cost of losing himself entirely—he couldn’t afford to give in.

"You underestimated me," he snarled, his icy silver blue eyes glowing fiercely. With a surge of strength, he broke free from the shadows, lunging at Salena with all the force of a predator unleashed.

Their clash was explosive. Felix’s claws met Salena’s dark energy in a storm of power, the forge trembling with the intensity of their battle. Sparks flew, shadows danced, and the air crackled with raw energy.

But deep down, Felix knew this was only the beginning. Salena’s magic was dangerous, and she had come to test him—to exploit his weakness.

And worse, she had nearly succeeded.

As their fight raged on, Felix vowed silently to himself: he would not let her win. Not here. Not tonight.