Forbidden Mate Legacy

The days that followed felt like a blur to Amelia. She tried to push the thoughts aside, focusing on the lessons at the Academy and daily training sessions, but it was hard to ignore the gnawing feelings at the back of her mind. Kael's words haunted her. The ancient wolf bloodline. The prophecy that had been dormant for centuries, only to reside inside her.

She couldn't help but wonder what that meant for her future. What did it mean for the future of the kingdoms? She had always been taught that the Demons were her enemies, that the witches were neutral at best, but now she found herself tangled in a web of fate that defied everything she had ever known.

Kael had told her that the wolf bloodline was the key to either uniting or destroying the kingdoms, but the truth is, Amelia had no idea what that meant. Could she truly wield the power of the wolf? Was she destined to be the one who could change the course of history?.

In the quiet of her room that night, Amelia sat in front of the mirror, fingers tracing the curve of her neck. She could still feel the strange sensation of the Wolf's presence, its power stirring inside her, just beneath the surface. It was a force she couldn't yet understand, a power that felt both foreign and familiar. There was a fire burning inside her, one that called out to her, but she was afraid to answer it. If she only knew how to activate this thing and end the chaos, but she knows nothing.

Amelia stood up from the vanity, the reflection of her troubled eyes staring back at her. She had to confront what she was. She needed more answers. And the only place she might find them was the library, hidden deep within the Academy's grounds. It was a place few dared to enter, filled with forbidden knowledge and secrets long buried. But tonight, she couldn't stay away.

If a few days ago someone told her that she would sneak into the library she would have laughed at them out loud saying "have you lost your mind?"

Amelia's heart pounded as she pressed herself against the cold wall, her breath shallow. The dimly lit corridors stretched before her, empty but heavy with the weight of history.

This was forbidden ground–the Ancient Library of Elarion, a place where only the Academy's highest scholars and council members were allowed to tread. No students were allowed here. Yet here she was, her fingers brushing the aged door handle, her pulse quickening.

A stolen glance over her shoulder confirmed that no one had followed her. The Academy's halls were alive with the soft murmurs of students and the distant clangs of training swords, but at this hour, silence reigned.

With a deep breath, she pushed the heavy wooden door open and slipped inside. The scent of old parchment and ink filled her lungs as she stepped into the vast chambers. Towering bookshelves lined the circular walls, stretching high into the shadows of the doomed ceiling. The glow of enchanted lanterns cast a golden hue over the rows of old ancient tomes, their spines marked with strange runes. This was it–the place where centuries of knowledge were kept, where truths long buried could be unearthed. 

Amelia's fingers trembled as she traced the edges of the nearest book, her mind racing. She had come searching for answers–fragments of the past that could explain the strange dreams that haunted her nights since the age of fifteen. Dreams of blood and war, of beasts with red eyes. Calling her 'come my child'.

Most unsettling of all was the Academy's reaction when she had asked about the annihilated wolf race. The instructors had exchanged wary glances, their answers clipped and vague. It was as if they feared even uttering the words.

Something has been hidden. And Amelia refused to remain in the dark.

She ran her hands along the spines of the books, searching. Ancient kingdoms, the origins of magic, the Demon wars, Wolf race…none of them were what she needed. Her frustration grew with each passing second.

Then her gaze landed on a single, dust–covered tome at the far end of the library. Unlike the others, its title had long faded, the leather cover cracked with age. 

Amelia pulled it free, the weight of it settling in her hands like a silent promise. She carried it to a nearby desk and carefully pried it open.

The first few pages were filled with elegant script, detailing events from centuries past–wars, treaties, the rise and fall of rulers. She turned the pages faster, searching. Her fingers paused when she reached a section marked The Prophecy of the Three Realms. Her heart skipped.

This was it. The prophecy she had heard since childhood but she thought was a myth. The one scholars refused to speak of.

She leaned closer, her eyes scanning the ancient text. But as she read, her stomach twisted with confusion. The words… were missing. No, not missing—erased.

The pages before her were empty, their surface marred by faint traces of ink that had been deliberately wiped away. Whatever had once been written here had been removed, leaving only the ghost of its existence behind.

Amelia's hand clenched into fists. Why? Who had done this? And what were they trying to hide? Her frustration turned to determination. If the prophecy had been erased, that meant someone had feared what it contained. Which meant it was important. Someone from the Academy perhaps did this.