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The Future Begins.
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Bound To The Ruthless Lycan King The Heirs’ Triumph.
Seraphina’s POVThe morning sun rose over the Moonridge Palace, painting the sky in gold and rose. From the balcony, I could see the banners of every allied pack fluttering in the wind Nightfall’s black and silver wolves, Blood-Wolves crimson moon sigil and ours, the white crescent of Moonridge, shining at the center.For the very first time in years, the whole kingdom stood and trace of war tainted the air, no cries or fear echoed through the mountains. All we could hear was laughter and songs drifted up from the courtyards below, where the people cheered and celebrated the new rulers which was my children, Zayne and Zaelah.Although peace always comes with its own kind of tension.I stood boldly beside Fabian at the edge of the marble balcony, the sunlight was reflecting on in his dark hair, making them glowed like a silver . His hand brushed against mine not commanding, not possessive, just reassuring . We had ruled together through blood and betrayal, yet this moment, handing over
Bound To The Ruthless Lycan King The Final Blessing.
Seraphina's POVThe night was calm, but the peace felt strange almost too quiet to be real. For the first time in Moonridge pack , in what felt like forever, there were no war horns, no burning villages, no blood stains on the palace walls. However ,from quite a distance one could hear the noises , the gentle chirping of crickets and the distant laughter of our people as they were celebrating the new era and the sound makes the pack felt alive, full of hope and relief, like the whole kingdom was finally breathing again. I stood still for awhile as l pondered and reflected on all that has happened on the marble balcony , I glanced over the capital, I watched as lanterns flashed across the river. All I perceived was the smell of a fresh pine and damp soil that was evident in the air after the evening rain. Although , I felt a strange kind of feeling within me, that unusual feeling that comes only when you have finally reach the top of a mountain and suddenly realize that you have no id
Bound To The Ruthless Lycan King The Future Begins.
LFabian's POVThis was a first time experience in the throne room. After many years, I was no longer sitting on the throne.In place of my old chair, two chairs were created using silver and blackstone and adorned with the Lycan Kingdom's royal emblem. Those seats were where my children Zayne and Zaelah were situated. The twins. The future. My legacy. I stood at the bottom of the dais with my hands tucked behind my back.' With a soft whisper, the court was quiet as its ministers and Alphas bent before their new rulers. There was a sense of nervous energy and respect.’ The. Change was the cause, not fear. This world was forever in danger of experiencing change.Zayne uttered the words "Father" with a firm yet polite tone, suggesting that someone should sit beside us. People still look to you for assistance. I shook my head in a slow motion. "No, son.". Today isn't mine. Both of you hold the throne at hand. Zaelah rose from her seat, her mother's confidence glistening in her silve
Bound To The Ruthless Lycan King The Final Victory.
Fabian's POVIt was a strange quietness that existed in the night air only after storms had passed and died. I observed the Lycan Kingdom that had been restored from the lofty balcony of the Moon Palace. Dark silver moonlight shone on the walls that had been smashed by war. A rebirth of sorts was felt as the scent of cedar and rain rose from the courtyards, and new banners were waved. Peace. I had struggled, grieved and believed that it would never come. But tonight, it was real. But despite the quietness around me there was that awful feeling inside. Despite the silence, Seraphina's voice cracked with warmth and softness, saying "Fabian.". As she stood next to me, with her silver gown glistening in the mist and her hair flicking back and forth. "Oh, how beautiful is this?"As per my words, yes, but my eyes were fixed on the horizon. Almost too quiet." The speaker responded by saying: She had a faint smile on her lips, saying: "You've been involved in wars for too long. Peace
Bound To The Ruthless Lycan King Eternal Peace.
Seraphina's POV. It had never been so lively in the halls of the Lycan palace.' As the dawn sun set, silver and crimson banners drifted through the air, their fabric reflecting sunlight as fire and steel for the kingdom. With my hands pressed against the cool stone, I watched the courtyards below where hundreds of our compatriots had gathered in celebration at one point on this high balcony. Peace. Despite being an unrealized dream, it now fills the air with cheers and smiles as people clasp hands. I felt a sense of both pride and anxiety as my heart beats with force. I felt Fabian's arm swaying around my waist, unwavering. His presence always anchored me. His voice was low, meant only for me. “They look to you, Seraphina. To us. But more than that to them.”. He looked at the children entering the courtyard. Zaelah and Zayne. Their paths were no longer characterized by children, but rather by leaders who were chosen through destiny and fire. Shabby: Zaelah carried herself with
Bound To The Ruthless Lycan King The Dawn Of Peace
Fabian's POV. But that morning, the dawn was different. Not with the crimson violence of war and storm clouds heavy with conflict, but with soft gold spilling over the Moonridge Valley. It had been decades since I last woke up with nothing. There were no looming alarms, no soldiers were dying on the battlefield and no protesters nibbling at the edges of my crown. There was only the sound of my heart beating against mine, the steady pulse of Seraphine and the assurance of tranquility beyond the palace walls. It was evident to me that peace was never attained in a moment. It wasn't given. It was forged. I arose, taking off the curtains. Banners in the courtyard below, resembling both silver and gold, were not meant to represent conquest, but to symbolize unity. The palace square was filled with wolves in human and Lycan forms, not to protest or fight, but to celebrate. They were peaceful. Living memory: I had lived long enough for the kingdom to blossom under shared leadership. My ki
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