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159. THE BATTLE BEGINS
NARRATORWhispers of footsteps echoed through the forest, the moonlight revealing silhouettes moving stealthily and cautiously, hiding and waiting.“The entrance to the cemetery is just ahead...”“No, we’ll go another way,” Dante cut off the hybrid who was his trump card. “Follow me.”He ordered, and although doubtful, Celine followed his quick steps in silence until the sound of water reached her ears.Dante led her through a stream filled with pebbles, following the current until they reached tall weeds that obscured the path ahead.When the vampire pushed aside the thick grass, Celine was astonished to see the water flowing from a large, round hole—like the exit of an old aqueduct.“Come on, let’s go through here. This area is still outside the castle’s influence. Zarek doesn’t control it, and it’s safer than the cemetery. Let’s go.”He gestured with his hand, and both stepped into the dark hole, their boots splashing in the water.The damp, stale air reeked of death and decay.“Bu
160. ACCOUNTABLE
NARRATORWhile vampires and sorcerers fought to the death, the werewolves advanced through the forest until they reached the outskirts of the cemetery.The clouds raced across the sky, blocking the moonlight, driven by the wind that violently shook the treetops; the damp scent lingered in the air.In the distance, powerful lightning illuminated the night, and a dark storm loomed over the vampire prince's castle. At any moment, torrential rain would pour down, as if it were a manifestation of his own feelings.“Zarek is enraged,” Gabrielle announced. She didn’t need her eyes to sense it; his fury seemed to transcend all barriers.“Quinn, can you sense your sister?” Aldric asked. They had been advancing tirelessly all afternoon and night.“It’s confusing, but it feels like she’s beneath us, maybe underground or something. I’ve tried reaching out to her wolf, but I can't connect.”Quinn frowned, deeply worried and, above all, struggling to believe that he had allowed Gabrielle to come al
161. CALL YOUR LOVER
NARRATORGabrielle started coughing loudly, feeling that Quinn wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer and would rush in to rescue her at any moment.“She will never forgive you… sir… her brother… he’s my mate… the man standing out there,” she played the only card she thought could save her life.She could only hope it would work.Zarek stared at her for what felt like an eternity.Suddenly, a deep, cynical laugh escaped his lips, sending an even greater chill down her spine; his sharp fangs gleamed with his murderous aura.“I'll give you one last chance because right now, I can't afford to divide my strength into so many parts. But if you fail me again, Gabrielle, you know I have plenty of ways to kill you without her ever finding out, right?”“We will get her back, sir,” she assured him, though not entirely convinced. What else could she say?She collapsed onto the ground, coughing violently, feeling like her lungs would burst.She had rarely found herself in such a weakened state
162. WE HAVE A WINNER
NARRATORAs long as she remained his hostage, Zarek wouldn’t attack.After all, all these tricks to control the castle were the only thing he could actually do—he was still imprisoned in the most hidden and dangerous dungeon.Out of nowhere, Dante's sensitive ears picked up the whistle of air and the murderous magic heading straight for him.Every instinct screamed at him to drop to the ground, and he obeyed.He threw himself onto the cold iron floor of the bridge, holding Celine tightly in his arms as she trembled, her teeth chattering, her eyes shut tight and brimming with moisture.“If you keep pushing her like this, you'll turn her into an idiot before you can even use her to blackmail Zarek,” he said, standing up and leaving Celine leaning against a corner of the bridge, away from the dark shadows and close to him.“I’d rather fry her brain than let you be the one to benefit from her,” Merkall spat blood to the side, the scent of it thick in the air.A lot of his people had to sa
163. EMBOSCADA
NARRATOR"AAAHHH!""What’s happening?!""The ceiling is going to collapse!""Everyone, get out! Get out of the aqueduct!"Screams echoed from all directions, whether they were vampires or sorcerers—it didn’t matter.As the walls trembled and stones rained down from above, everyone scrambled desperately to find an exit.Someone was shaking the very foundations of the old aqueduct from above.In the midst of the darkness and the collapsing narrow tunnels, it didn’t matter if they were friend or foe. They trampled over each other’s heads, summoning their powers to escape the crushing death looming over them.The shock was even greater when, upon reaching the stream’s exit, they were met by an army of Lycans waiting in the forest.The survivors of the previous battle were exhausted and mostly wounded, while these elite werewolves stood at their peak, hungry for blood."TEAR ALL THE REBELS APART!"The Lycan King's roar ignited the battlefield spirit.A deafening thunderclap struck from the
164. IN THE VAMPIRE'S NETS
NARRATORClutching her chest, Laila forced her tired, wounded legs to keep moving. A trail of blood marked her path, but she didn’t stop—not even to heal herself.She’d rather face a Lycan and die quickly than stay here in this cursed place.The mist began to rise between the graves as if it had a life of its own, swirling around her legs like ghostly hands trying to grab hold of her.Laila ran, terrified—she had never felt such fear in her life. As she passed under the weeping willow, its branches suddenly thrashed in the strong wind."Ahhh! Let me go! Let me go!" she screamed frantically as the green vines coiled around her neck, arms, and legs, strangling and restraining her.She fought like a madwoman, yanking at the branches and clawing at the ones choking her neck, trying desperately to break free.Her feet stumbled backward, wet hair clinging to her eyes, and she swore she saw shadows and red eyes in her blurred vision.She pulled back with all her strength, thinking she had es
165. WELCOME TO MY WORLD
NARRATORThe darkness, swirling like dust carried by the wind, stretched out like a hand, gently caressing the tears on her cheek.“Come to me, love, don’t be afraid. Move forward, Celine,” she thought she heard, and at last, she took the first step, then the second, and the third—finally stepping into the territory under the vampire prince's control.Always clinging to her like a parasite, Merkall followed closely, ensuring his spell remained active within Celine at all times.Zarek might be powerful, but he had seized his greatest weakness.They walked down a narrow, dark hallway.Celine’s vampiric eyes worked at their fullest capacity, scanning her surroundings.She had killed her supposed mate with her own hands and hadn’t cared in the slightest.When the sorcerer’s command had invaded her mind, she simply couldn’t resist it, just like when he told Dante he had to enter the castle alone. It was as if she were screaming inside her own head, begging her body to respond, yet it only
166. CHANGE OF MASTER
NARRATORAs Gabrielle’s feet crossed the threshold of the door, her entire body underwent a profound transformation.Her simple, mud-stained clothes morphed into an exquisite red gown, like the ones she used to wear when she was the sovereign and ruler of the throne.Her long black hair cascaded down her back, gleaming, and the bandage on her beautiful face disappeared, revealing her expressive, stern blue eyes fixed firmly ahead.She was the perfect image of her past self at its finest, and although Gabrielle knew it was all part of Zarek's illusion, she silently thanked him for the gesture.When Celine saw Gabrielle, her thoughts immediately went to her brother; no matter how confused she was, she would never forget Quinn.“He's fine, don't worry,” Gabrielle glanced at her for a brief second while passing by, managing to slip that message into her tormented mind.Zarek hadn’t allowed Quinn to advance beyond a certain point, and despite his frustration, he had no choice but to trust
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