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37. The Retreat
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2026-11-03 16:00:18The air in the obsidian courtyard tasted of ozone, ash, and dying iron.
Pinned against the stone wall by thick, writhing tendrils of black magic, King Asher thrashed against his bonds. His Alpha eyes blazed like twin suns of golden fire, but the shadow magic wrapped around his chest and sword-arm only tightened, threatening to crush his ribs. Beside him, Former King Dominic bled heavily from a gouge in his side, Commander Garrett was s
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Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 37. The Retreat
The air in the obsidian courtyard tasted of ozone, ash, and dying iron.Pinned against the stone wall by thick, writhing tendrils of black magic, King Asher thrashed against his bonds. His Alpha eyes blazed like twin suns of golden fire, but the shadow magic wrapped around his chest and sword-arm only tightened, threatening to crush his ribs. Beside him, Former King Dominic bled heavily from a gouge in his side, Commander Garrett was suspended in mid-air by liquid shadow, and Alpha Eldric lay impaled on the frozen stone.At Asher’s feet, Estrella gasped for air, dark veins of black magic pulsing violently along her neck. Blood trickled from her lips, staining the pale stone beneath her.Hovering just inches away, the Demonic Witch rested her dark-scaled claw beneath Asher’s chin, her sulfur eyes glowing with triumphant, cruel delight.
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 36. Dying
The narrow, winding stone stairwell exploded into a chaotic meat-grinder of screaming steel, snapping jawbones, and blinding violet sparks.Lunging down the steps, the six-legged shadow chimeras moved with horrifying, unnatural speed. Their skeletal frames clattered against the stone walls, their obsidian claws gouging deep trenches into the masonry as they rained down upon Estrella and Scholar Killan."Behind you!" Killan yelled, thrusting Morana’s runed dagger straight through the throat of a leaping war-hound. The beast shrieked, dissolving into black ash, but two more chimeras immediately leapt over the disintegrating corpse, their dripping jaws snapping for his face.Estrella stepped into the line of fire.Even weakened, her movements were governed by years of ruthless military muscle memory. She pivoted on her heel,
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 35. The War
The air inside the subterranean obsidian castle was thick with the stench of ancient rot, blood, and ozone.Bound tightly to the central stone pillar, Estrella stood paralyzed as a dozen monstrous, shadow-infused wild wolves circled her feet. Their glowing red eyes burned through the gloom, their wet, razor-sharp fangs snapping inches from her bare legs. Every time she tried to channel her inner strength to force her werewolf transformation, the dormant dark-gold curse over her collarbone flared into agonizing black lightning, burning her veins and locking her in her weakened human state.Suddenly, the lead shadow wolf’s growl was cut short.Without warning, a clean, silent tear opened in thin air beside the beast. A silver, rune-engraved dagger materialized out of nothingness, slicing straight through the monster's throat in a single, fluid stroke. Black
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 34. The Obsidian Attack
The desolate frontier of the Western Wastes stretched out like an endless graveyard of dark stone, cracked earth, and ancient ashes. A suffocating, unnatural gloom hung heavy over the barren expanse, suppressing even the bite of the freezing mountain wind. Above, the sky was a bruised, dark violet, and the pale moon hung suspended like a cold, silver eye watching the doomed land below.At the edge of this frozen wasteland stood the joint strike force of the Northern and Southern realms. Thousands of heavily armored warriors stood in disciplined, silent ranks across the frostbitten ridges. More than half of Asher’s grand army stood transformed into their massive, fearsome werewolf forms, silver-furred, muscular frames trembling with restrained feral aggression, sharp fangs gleaming under the pale moonlight as white plumes of breath billowed from their snarling muzzles. The remaining half, elite archers, vanguard knights,
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 33. The Demonic Witch’s Offer
The dawn sun rose cold and pale over the Northern mountains, casting jagged shadows across the snowy courtyard where Scholar Killan’s stallion stood lathered in sweat.While the palace gates were guarded by heavily armed vanguards preparing for the march, Killan had ridden hard into the deep, mist-shrouded valley at the base of the Northern peaks, to the secluded, ancient stone sanctuary where Witch Morana had dwelt for decades.Killan dismounted hastily, his heavy leather boots crunching against the frost-covered stone path. The air around the isolated sanctuary hummed with a strange, crackling energy that made the hair on his
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 32. The Throne of Skulls
The horrific scream of the Witch’s lingering challenge had barely faded into the stone walls before news of the abduction spread through the fortress like a wildfire tearing through a dry forest.Within minutes, panic flared across the grand corridors. Whispers turned to terrified cries as guards, court nobles, and servants learned that Knight Estrella, the realm's fiercest blade and the King's newly marked betrothed, had been dragged straight into the dark void from the royal bedchamber.Heavy mahogany doors slammed open as Asher, Commander Garrett, and a weeping Lady Anna stepped out into the main corridor. Anna was crying hysterically, her frame trembling so violently that Garrett had to wrap his thick arm around her waist to keep her upright.Queen Rosalie and Former King Dominic rushed up the hallway, their faces pale with horror. The moment Rosalie
Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 4. Forced Marriage
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Claimed By My Mate's Uncle 3. Her Precious Hope
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