I never wanted a mate. Not in a world where power meant everything, where the strong ruled and the weak were nothing but pawns. But fate had other plans for me—dark, twisted, and utterly unforgiving. The Alpha King, Lyran, was a legend among werewolves—a beast in battle and an insatiable conqueror in bed. His touch was both a blessing and a curse, The Alpha King, looked into my eyes passionately, Drew me closer by his side, till I get really wet. He began to advance very quickly by dipping his hands into my drilling wet pussy, that made me squirt crazily and hummed without limits. Oh shit, I was his mate, Alpha Lyran, had so many Lycans, and Omegas as his sexual slaves, but his name alone made Luna queens and Omegas drop to their knees. He was ruthless, powerful, and untamed. But he had never met someone like me. For five years, I hid in the shadows, biding my time, sharpening my hatred. My parents were murdered in the brutal war between Lord Nazgus and the sorcerer king, Maharajah. I was only seventeen when everything was taken from me. And now, in the Greko Pack—a kingdom split into seven districts where power decides who lives and who dies—I am nothing more than prey. Until Alpha Lyran claims me. He believes I am just another Omega, a plaything to be used and discarded. He has no idea the monster he has chained to his bed. Because I am no ordinary shifter. I am the last of my kind—the deadliest of them all. A creature feared even in whispered legends. A Wereraven and a Lycan hybrid. And when I rise, not even the Alpha King himself will be able to tame me.
View MoreChapter 96Adolfa's POVThe full blood moon rose high, glowing red like a warning in the dark sky. Its power pierced through time and space, calling my soul from the ashes. My body trembled as my soul rejoined with it. The earth beneath me quaked, and even the gates of hell shivered. I felt every pain Hades had carved into me, every scream he tore from my spirit, every scar burned into my very existence.This time, I won’t run. This time, I fight.But I had a problem a huge one.Hades had already drained every drop of power I once had. I was weak. This new body, though fresh, carried no strength. I couldn’t feel the might I once used to summon storms or silence an army with a single breath. I was empty.And worse? I was trapped.I was caged in the dark lands. Not hell, but something close—a place twisted and broken, far from the gates but still poisoned by the stench of torment. Beneath my feet, I could hear them. The screams. The wails. Souls who disobeyed Hades being ripped apart ov
Chapter 95Hades’ Point of ViewMy fingers curled into fists. This wasn't supposed to happen. I had Adolfa’s powers. I had her energy, her secrets, everything. But still… the portal wouldn’t open.Why?I stood slowly, rising from my throne. My shadow stretched far across the dark hall, reaching even the lowest demon hiding in the back. My voice came out sharp, controlled but filled with fury.He vanished into black smoke, slipping through the cracks in the spirit realm’s barrier.I turned back to the rest of my army. “Prepare yourselves. Once the portal opens, we’ll storm the spirit world. Piece by piece, we will burn it.”The demons let out wild howls, their bodies glowing with dark fire.But in my heart, I was boiling. If Adolfa still lived in another form, that meant I wasn’t truly in control. That meant everything I’d planned could fall apart.I sat alone. The flames flickered strangely, as though unsure whether to stay lit.I looked into my obsidian mirror and whispered, “Show me
Chapter 94Hades' Point of ViewThanatos and Charon had returned from the dead. It was time. Time to find the new Spirit World and tear it down piece by piece. Our vengeance had waited long enough.I stood before the Gate of Hall, facing the legions of demons who had sworn loyalty to me. They stood in rows, dark and twisted forms waiting for a command. I raised my hand and cleared my throat. My voice rang loud, sharp as a blade."Demons of the Gate," I bellowed, and silence fell instantly. "The time has come to rise! Show your loyalty. Show your strength. Prepare yourselves fully, for the Spirit World will fall."The ground rumbled from their cheers."Yes! The Demon King is fierce!""None can stop him!"The praise pleased me. I sat proudly on my throne made of molten obsidian, the Crown of Darkness on my head. My loyal demons lifted the throne and carried me toward the battleground. Gnomes served as my footstool. They groaned but dared not complain. I was their king. Their god. Their
Chapter 93Hades’ POVCharon stood beside me. His eyes glowed silver, and his hands sparked with death magic filled around his chest.For centuries past he waited for the right time to be his true self, his real true first.“I’ve waited long enough,” he said, clenching his fists. “Let me tear something apart.”And I won't be merciful, my eyes are full of error and Terror anyone who looks at it will completely get blind.“Soon,” I said. “First, we raise Thanatos.”After we raise Thanatos, then others will know what will truly mean and want.The demon army behind us murmured. Some had heard of him. Many hadn’t.They thought he was another weakling just like the rest of their kind, but Thanatos wielded a very dangerous power.Charon turned to them. “You think I’m powerful?” he shouted. “Wait till you see Thanatos. The god of death!”Fear settled on their faces. The low-rank demons stepped back.I walked forward and slammed my hand on the black rock near the Gate of Torment.It cracked. T
Chapter 92Hades’ POVAll my demon assistants finally gathered. It was time to test them all.“This war with the spirit world will not be easy,” I said, stepping forward. “If you are not strong enough, you will not lead. You will fall.”Silence. Eyes fixed on me.I began checking them—one after the other.Some had power burning within them. Their strength was raw, wild, and powerful.“Yes,” I whispered. “These are the ones I need.”I moved them aside.“Take this,” I said, handing each one a strength pill from the pit of hell. “Swallow it.”They did. Their eyes turned black and red, veins glowing dark, energy rushing through them like fire.For the others… the weak ones… I had no mercy.“You’re not fit.”One demon stepped back. “Please—”“No,” I cut in. “Weakness is death.”I threw them into the Dark Lands with a wave of my hand. Their screams didn’t last long. The hollows there devoured them. Not even bones were left.“I hate weaklings,” I said. “They ruin battles. They break lines. T
Chapter 91Hades’ POVIt has been glorious absorbing Adolfa’s energy from her fractured soul.Her essence surged through me like fire, wild and consuming. I could feel myself becoming more more than Hades, more than demon, more than legend. Something had changed. I wasn’t just stronger I was altered. I could bend time, teleport, peer beyond sight, run with a swiftness that made the wind envious. Everything about me felt refined, unstoppable. Flawless.I looked up at the disobedient Erinyes, still kneeling in silence, his defiance not entirely erased. I didn’t care. My voice thundered with renewed power.“Rise,” I commanded. “Rise with the others, demon assistant. Your strength is required. Your powers are wanted.”My voice echoed beyond the cavern walls of the underworld.“Call every demon lurking at the gates of hell. Every last one. It's time.”Time to prepare for war.Time to strike.We’ve remained in silence too long, biding, watching, gathering. But nownow the era of doom descend
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