The entire realm buzzed with holy energy as the final three soul siblings stood glowing before the full court. Lightning shimmered in one's palm. Another radiated celestial light like a mini sun. The third had shadows curling from her fingertips like living ink.
The Double Pentacle was now complete.
Rhiannan stood tall between her Sentinels and her Siblings, flanked by her five mates, radiant in her power, her hair loose and catching every spark of starlight as night settled over the courtyard.
Trumpets blared. Faenet comments flew like wildfire:
💬"The fucking SIX?? We're calling them the Divinity Dozen now???"
💬"Did anyone else cry when that one soul sibling kissed Rhiannan's hand?? Godsdamn it I'm weak."
💬"This bitch has THREE soul siblings, FIVE mates, and a literal crown of light?? This is a flex."
The wine flowed, the food was decadent, and the air sparkled with celebration. Magic shimmered in the chandeliers. Musicians played melodies no mortal had ever heard.
But behind the scenes, Reyna gently pulled Rhiannan aside. Her eyes were wide with awe and emotion.
"I saw the baby," she whispered. "It's… powerful. Not just divine. It will change the fucking world. And the name… the king's name is hidden in the oldest prophecy chamber, locked beneath the bone grove, warded with living runes."
Rhiannan, for once, squealed.
"YOU SAW THE BABY? I...I HAVE A BABY?"
They jumped up and down like actual toddlers at a birthday party, nearly knocking over a tray of goddess blessed wine.
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The screen flickered to life as Rhiannan stepped into frame, hair tousled, cheeks flushed, laughing as Reyna beamed behind her.
"Hey, world. Guess what? I've got news."
She placed her hand gently on her stomach, eyes shining.
"I'm pregnant. The baby is divine. And yes, my mates already know… now."
Rhiannans five are watching in shock from across the ballroom, one by one standing with wide eyes.
Kaleb: "You're what?" Arwen: "I DIDN'T FEEL ANYTHING..." Liam: "I'm gonna faint." Elisha: growling, already in motion. Sable: "I'm going to murder the air. Don't let her move."
Faenet. Exploded.
💬"STOP. I'M SOBBING. THE GODDESS IS A MOMMY."
💬"SOMEONE GET ME A FAN, I NEED TO PASS OUT LIKE A VICTORIAN LADY."
💬"THIS CHILD WILL BE ABLE TO VAPORIZE ENTIRE ARMIES WITH ITS LAUGH."
Rhiannan, flushed with love and high on holy hormones, ordered the castle mages to go all out for her circle. Each couple (or trio) got lush rooms, dreamy bedding, enchanted windows, spa level baths, and furniture that adjusted itself to the mood.
Every soul who had bled, fought, loved, and survived… was finally home.
There were tears. There were toasts. There were people dry humping in corridors.
The moment she returned to the room, all five men surrounded her like she was made of stardust and spun silk. They didn't even make it to the bed before Kaleb dropped to his knees and kissed her belly.
"Our baby," he whispered.
Elisha stood behind her, holding her gently, his dragon heat radiating around them.
Sable just murmured, "Mine. All of you. Always."
They worshiped her like the goddess she was...pressing kisses to every inch of her skin, whispering oaths, vowing to protect her and the little spark of divine life growing within.
No battle. No chaos. Just love.
Back in the ballroom…
Reyna and her mates laughed around the fire, Mo drunkenly serenaded a chimera, and Kazra did shots off her two men's abs. All was well, for now.
The sun barely crested over the glimmering horizon when the castle burst into a frenzy. The scent of roasted meats, honeybread, berry compote, and ten thousand gallons of caffeine laced tea swirled through the air.
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Top Comment:
💬"If the baby doesn't come out glowing and levitating, I want a refund."
Mo had a plate stacked four feet high and was running around the dining hall like an overexcited golden retriever on Adderall.
"I'm gonna be a big brother!!! A BIG FUCKING BROTHER!!!" he howled, full sprinting past stunned nobles.
"I'M GONNA TEACH IT TO CURSE AND THROW KNIVES!!"
Kaleb: "Please don't."
Mo: "YOU'RE NOT MY REAL DAD, KALEB."
Kaleb: "I literally might be."
Reyna snorted orange juice through her nose. Torvax tried to discreetly wipe it while also holding Nahlia back from water blasting a croissant thief.
Gailia, glowing like the dawn itself, stood up on a chair with one dragon twin holding each hand. Her voice trembled.
"I'm pregnant also... With twins. Dragon twins."
The crowd lost its damn mind.
Faenet nearly crashed:
💬"DRAGON BABIES????"
💬"The fireproof diaper industry just exploded."
💬"Name them Flame and Smoke or I riot."
The dragon twins roared in unison and kissed her cheeks while she sobbed happily into her peach juice.
Rhiannan stood, wrapped in a loose silken robe, barefoot, absolutely radiant, and raised her mug of goddess tea.
"This is it. These are my people. My pentacles. My family. I've never had one. But now I do. And I'm naming us…"
She turned slowly for dramatic effect.
"The Divinity Dozen. Get used to it."
Elisha: "Sounds like a bakery."
Rhiannan: "Then I'm the cupcake, motherfucker."
Liam: "You're the entire menu."
But the moment she sat, her five men circled her like anxious wolves on a caffeine drip.
Kaleb refilled her glass before it was even half empty.
Arwen fluffed her pillow.
Sable was checking the temperature of her chair.
Elisha stood behind her like a heat emitting guard rail.
Liam was already casting a ward over the food just in case.
"Enough," she muttered.
No one moved.
"I said... ENOUGH."
She slammed her mug down so hard it shattered the rune carved table. Her magic spiked, sending glittering shockwaves of moonlight through the dining hall.
"I am pregnant. Not dead. I have trained Marines, fought demons, and survived apocalypses. Stop coddling me before I gut the lot of you with a fucking spoon."
Silence.
Mo: "I like spoons."
Rhiannan glared at him.
Mo hid behind a muffin grinning.
The five exchanged glances like scolded toddlers.
Sable: mutters "Still gonna check the air for poison."
Kaleb: "I'll stop breathing next to you if it helps."
Arwen: "I already enchanted her shoes with balance runes."
Elisha: "I'll just carry her everywhere."
Liam: "I warded her uterus."
"YOU WHAT?!"
The chase around the dining hall made Faenet's trending board explode:
💬"Rhiannan death glared her man into re warding himself."
💬"Petition to give Mo a cooking show."
💬"The baby already has more personality than most royals."
The moonlight poured silver across the sacred gardens behind the castle. Rhiannan wandered barefoot in the soft moss, needing a moment away from all the chaos, hormones, and overprotective dicks tripping over each other to serve her.
The night air pulsed with energy. The moment she stepped beneath the ancient whispering willow near the divine pool, time stopped.
The air shimmered. Flowers tilted their heads. And She appeared, wrapped in starlight, eyes galaxies deep. The Goddess.
Rhiannan sank to her knees without a word. Tears welled up and spilled over before she could stop them.
"You carry more than one life within you, my child," the goddess said softly, voice like thunder soaked in honey. "Your power blooms, and so does the prophecy."
Rhiannan blinked. "Wait... more than one? Like twins?"
The goddess gave her a slow, knowing smile.
"Divine triplets. One boy and two girls.. Destined to lead and heal. One will be like you… the others like them. All three will be gods."
Rhiannan almost passes out. "Fucking triplets, cool story." Her emotions are at the end of their rope.
She didn't even get time to react before the goddess continued.
"And… another is coming. Not to protect you, but to love you completely. The one who sees every crack and every shadow in your soul. He waits below. He has been chained. Sealed for centuries. The Forgotten King holds him captive. But he heard your voice in the veil... and it called him back to life."
The ground trembled.
"You will free him soon. But beware… this one carries madness. And only you can tame it."
Rhiannan's skin buzzed with truth. With power. With fate.
And then the goddess leaned in close and whispered something no one else could hear.
She vanished.
Time resumed.
Birds chirped like nothing happened.
Rhiannan stood there, trembling, glowing faintly with divine energy and wide eyed like she'd just licked a magical socket.
"Fucking hell," she muttered. "Another one? A mad one? Below? What does that even mean? Underground? Emotionally? Sexually? What the actual fuck."
She turned toward the castle, one hand on her belly, the other glowing with magic.
"Better wake the boys. This one's gonna be spicy."