เข้าสู่ระบบThey were her enemies. That was all her mind was thinking at the moment-monsters she wanted to get rid of.The lycan brothers howled and snarled, together they both looked ferocious and anyone with sense would flee from such sight.But Xylia was not in her senses.Istra watched the ongoing, losing the zeal and concentration to keep chanting. The Moon Goddess was not even replying and if she kept mute, it only meant she knew he could find a solution to it.But what was the solution? If he allowed this fight to happen, he would likely watch these mates tear themselves to death."Come at me, boys. Come fight!" She challenged, raising her hands in the air and bringing down the chandelier upon them.They easily brushed it off. The room was trembling badly, as though it might collapse anytime soon."What are we going to do, father?" Benson was sensibly out of the way.His second in command was near the entrance, just in case he needed to leave the scene. He knew this was a fight that could
Everyone rushed forward to stop her. The lycan prince grabbed her wrist trying to pull her off."What is wrong with you?!" It was a bit difficult for him.The lycan king felt his throat constricting; He was in pain. He managed to grab her wrist and tried to push her off, but Xylia was not letting go.Her eyes were black and evil. Her powers were strong and repressing his. The lycan king was surprised at the strength she possessed.Even the wizards - father and son - were onto Xylia, wanting to pull her away, all to no avail. Istra knew she was possessed by a demon but he could not understand how it had managed to remain in her body.He thought he had it expelled and the days he'd stayed, he had not seen any trace of demon possession until today.He began to spew incantations, trying to expel it from her body but it was not working. The wizard king joined his father when he too realized what was happening.Words of spells filled the room, making it pulse with power. Even his best frien
A tear sneakily slid down King Benson's right cheek and he didn't bother to wipe it off.The wizard king was hurt. He never knew there would be a day like this. To him, his father was dead. For years, he had been dead. And even when he thought the man had died, he had missed him terribly.He had missed his father while he was supposed to be dead but he was alive. He had a father who was very much alive. The same man he had wished the Moon Goddess would bring back to him.The wizard king heaved a sigh and allowed his gaze to roam the room, observing faces. The lycan king's eyes were void of emotion, no surprise there.The lycan prince's gaze, however, held empathy, and Xylia, on her part, had emotions swimming to the surface. She was deeply involved in all of this.Last was his friend. His best friend. He had never really appreciated the man enough for what he'd done. Always there whenever he needed him.Brian's look held a meaning that silently said - 'whatever your choice is, I'm wit
"Did you ever find her?" The wizard king asked his father, he too was reining in emotions."I did and we fought. But her dark powers had only grown stronger. So I fled, wounded. But I decided to find powers to match hers, and that was when I heard the voice." He had composed himself."What voice?" Xylia and her father chorused."The Moon Goddess'." Istra divulged."How did you know it was her? I mean no one has ever seen her before." The lycan prince queried, his curiosity was not hidden from his expression."I didn't know at first but then she showed herself. I know no one has seen her before but there was something ethereal about her presence.""You saw the Moon Goddess?" The awe in Xylia's tone was unmistakable.No one had ever seen the Moon Goddess. No one. She never revealed herself, never even talked to anyone. No dark powers could take her form because no one knew what she was like.So hearing her grandfather - she still felt strange knowing Istra was her family but she liked i
He could no longer take the fact that his brother was having Xylia all by himself."I think she's perfectly fine with me." Kayden held on tightly to Xylia.Istra just observed the drama unfolding before him with complete composure. He was expecting things like this to happen. They were both at odds with each other and shared one mate. It was going to be a struggle."Can we just forget about me and allow him to finish?" Xylia was ready to punch anyone who would distract Istra from talking. "Dad please, control your emotions and utterances. You'll get your answers just as soon as he's done.""Sorry about that." The wizard king apologized and urged his father to carry on."Like I was saying, you died but didn't remain dead because you can not die. Anything happens to you, they will be in trouble." He pointed at both lycans.Xylia was confused on that part. "Why? I don't understand." She glanced at both her mates.The lycan prince's face remained calm and his eyes even held a small smile
"Is this some kind of joke? What do you mean, dad?" Xylia stared to and fro her dad and Istra whose expression gave nothing away.Then her eyes roamed the room, they finally landed on the lycan prince who rubbed his hand against her back affectionately, a gesture telling her to remain calm."Someone should explain what's happening." She was deeply confused at this point."He's my father. Your grandfather." The wizard King began."What?" Xylia eyed both wizards, her gaze lingered more on the old wizard. "Is this true?""Yes." Istra nodded. He saw the confusion and curiosity. Those were the normal emotions he was prepared for her to feel."Why didn't you say anything that day in the forest? The first day you saw me. Or didn't you know?" She faced the man her father was calling her grandfather.Istra decided not to lie but he was anticipating her to get angry. "I knew. I have always known who you are.""So you left me to be killed in that forest? That demon was after my life and you left
The lycan prince was seated in the shadowy corner of the cell where he was confined.He was the only occupant of it. The magical cuffs were still around his wrist, subduing his powers and physical strength.He was weak but angry. How long would he stay here? He had tried to get these cuffs off his
"Hello, Xylia." The lycan king stood at the entrance of her door dripping wet.The other maids, as soon as they set their sights on him, went on their knees in greeting with their heads bowed.Xylia, due to her body condition, could neither kneel nor stand, so she just bowed her head. "Good morning
"Are you ready?" Frella had come into the room the following morning with a bowl of cold water and a tube of ointment.Xylia was just waking up. She had barely been able to sleep last night.She had ached all over and felt pains, especially in her joints and feet.She could not sleep with any cloth
Xylia's heart broke the more she saw the state of her feet. The wicked lycan had soaked them in hot water as he had said he would.The lycan king went quiet. He had seen the extent of the damage his anger had caused and he suddenly didn't feel good about it but he would die before he showed it. In







