To this day, she remains the only one who knows the whereabouts of the Hunters.The next pages were gone—ripped from the book as if someone had deliberately tried to erase the truth. My breath hitched, my chest tightening with a sickening weight. A wave of betrayal crashed over me, suffocating in its intensity. I had been deceived. The woman I had believed to be helpless, the one I had pitied, the one who unfortunately carried me—she was the very person who had placed me in danger all along. A bitter laugh escaped my lips as I rubbed my chest, trying to soothe the ache twisting inside me. I clenched my jaw and, with a sharp exhale, slammed the book shut. The sound echoed in the silence, a sharp punctuation to my growing rage. My hands trembled as I pushed away from the desk, stumbling out of the room like the air itself had turned toxic. “Are you alright?” Jade’s voice cut through the fog of my thoughts. I barely registered her concern. My hand shot out, signaling for her to b
"I didn’t find a name," she said, shaking her head. "But that’s not even the worst part." She turned the book, revealing a thick layer of ripped-out pages. A void of missing knowledge. A deliberate erasure. "Since everyone knows this text is supposed to be indestructible, someone must have forcibly removed the missing pieces and hidden them," Vega concluded, stepping back. Her body sagged, as though the weight of this discovery had drained her last reserves of strength. A deep unease settled in my chest. If someone had gone to such lengths to keep this information buried, it could only mean one thing—the truth hidden within these pages had the power to end him. "Can I read it?" I asked, my voice quieter now, uncertain. Vega nodded. "Go ahead." She left the book open for me. Jade placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "We’ll be right outside if you need anything," she said before leading the others out, leaving me alone with the tattered remains of a history someone had t
Jade groaned, rolling her eyes as if she wished she could erase that memory from existence. “Ughhh…” She dragged out the sound, rubbing her temples. “Look, *before* we figured out his *human* name, we used to call him something else.” The room leaned in, waiting. She hesitated, then sighed. “Malparid.” Silence. I blinked, clueless. Jade let out an awkward laugh. “It’s an insult. Not his actual name.” An awkward pause filled the space until Vega cleared her throat, breaking the tension. “Enough of that,” she said. “I’ll search for his real name in the book. Meanwhile, the rest of you need to focus on *what happens after*. We can’t just *summon* him—we need a plan, a *solid* one, to make sure we kill him *for good*.” She turned back to the ancient tome, her fingers skimming the brittle pages with careful precision. The group exchanged glances, then split off, each of us knowing what needed to be done. I moved away with Jade and Petra, my mind already spinning with th
“This is insane…” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. But then, she turned, her expression twisted with a mixture of horror and revelation. “We’ve been playing right into his hands this entire time. Every move we’ve made, every choice we thought was ours—it was all part of his design.” The weight of her words settled like a stone in my gut. “What are you saying?” I asked, my voice steady despite the rising panic curling inside me. Petra’s fists clenched. “This was his plan from the very beginning! He *wanted* us to create a trap so strong that no wolf could ever escape from it. And now that it's done… you’re left with only two choices.” She turned to face me fully, her eyes wild with disbelief. “Julia,” she said, barely above a whisper. “Either you extract his soul from Evan’s body… or you let Evan die so the Darklord can find a new host.” A heavy silence fell over the room. The walls seemed to close in, pressing against my lungs, making it harder to breathe.
For the first time in centuries, there was order. There was structure. The chaos that had once ruled their world was replaced with discipline, with rules that even the most ruthless had no choice but to follow. But not all were bound by these laws. The Darklord himself—untouchable, unchallenged—remained indifferent. He was above the very rules that governed his creations, for he alone had created the first werewolf. And now, he is not entirely free. As long as he remained tethered to Evan’s body, he had no choice but to abide by the pact’s terms. Petra’s eyes gleamed as she finished her explanation. “Mr. Redwood can never touch you now! This ensures your safety from every werewolf.” She smiled, the weight of reassurance in her voice. “But…” she added after a pause, “the rune is temporary. It can be removed whenever you wish.” I stared down at the rune, my thumb tracing the intricate patterns carved into my skin. It was more than just protection—it was a connection, a symbol of
If she could lift that curse and allow the woman to conceive those babies, the balance would be broken. And in exchange for setting this chaos into motion, Zelda would be rewarded—her youth and beauty restored, her power unmatched. She would become the most feared and respected witch to ever walk this land. A cruel smile twisted her lips. So she did it. She followed the instructions whispered to her by the darkness, unraveling her mother’s magic and setting fate back into motion. And just as the prophecy foretold, the forsaken children came screaming into existence—creatures born not of love, but of destruction. They grew into monsters, relentless in their hunger, stopping at nothing to tear apart everything in their path. And yet, Zelda's triumph was tainted. Because Zelda—who should have used her powers for something good, something of purpose—had wasted it. Instead of wielding her gift wisely, she became nothing more than a whore, wasting away in meaningless pleasures, ea