Library
Search
Home / Werewolf / Rise Of The Silver Wolf / 71

Share

71

Author: Nancy Robert
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-11 01:45:53

I ran to the spot she was standing just a moment ago.

The darkness was instant and absolute, a physical weight slamming down after the searing brightness. I didn’t think; I just moved, scrambling across the unseen floor toward where the light had been centered, where my Mother’s presence had been.

My hands swept the cold stone, searching for any lingering warmth, any residual energy, any evidence that she hadn't been a complete illusion. There was nothing. Just the unrelenting cold and the silence.

I kept looking around as tears burned behind my eyes, hot and stinging, a physical manifestation of the anguish that was ripping through my chest. The pain wasn't just sadness; it was a profound, wrenching sense of loss, made worse by the terrifying knowledge that she had been here, a hair's breadth away, only to be yanked back into the void. The raw emotion tightened my throat as it tightened, making it hard to draw a clean breath.

"Mother..."

The word was just a dry, broken sob, swa
Continue to read this book for free
Scan code to download App
Locked Chapter
Previous Chapter Next Chapter

Latest chapter

  • Rise Of The Silver Wolf   77

    Suddenly the scene changed and now I was standing at a battlefield. The soft warmth of the nursery was violently ripped away, replaced by a searing, choking blast of heat. The sound was deafening, a chaotic symphony of human agony and monstrous aggression that assaulted my ears. The air I breathed was thick and toxic, filled with the acrid stench of burning houses, flames, smoke and screams. It was pure, unadulterated war, a visceral nightmare that seemed to swallow the light. My paralysis was gone, replaced by a horrified immobility as I took in the devastating panorama of destruction. The world around me had gone from the quiet moment of creation to the desperate, final moment of its undoing. I felt myself instinctively pull my arms over my head, though there was no immediate physical danger, only the terror of being immersed in such violence. My eyes frantically scanned the chaos, seeking one small point of clarity, one island of recognition in the sea of violence. But among the

  • Rise Of The Silver Wolf   76

    Everything was making sense, yet nothing was making sense. This wasn't a memory; it was too vivid, too immediate. It felt like living a moment I had been excluded from, watching the most crucial instant of my history unfold without me. I was just a spectator of things that have already happened, like I'm watching it through someone else's eyes. It was a terrifying, invasive feeling. I wasn't just observing; I was in the experience, yet utterly unable to interact. I was a ghost in my own past, seeing the genesis of my life through the blurry lens of someone else’s perspective. It felt like being privy to a deeply personal secret, a beautiful, devastating truth that was both intimately mine and forever out of my reach. The fear of being powerless was replaced by the deep, mournful ache of exclusion. He walked to the bed. His steps were quiet, hesitant, as if the floorboards might suddenly shatter this fragile bubble of joy. Every muscle in his powerful body seemed to be straining, n

  • Rise Of The Silver Wolf   75

    Every step was taken against my better judgment, yet I couldn't stop. I matched their slow, measured pace, a reluctant shadow trailing behind their ominous form. He led me to another door and stopped abruptly. This door was different. It wasn't massive like the main entrance to the hall. It was darker, older-looking, and seemed to drink the light around it, yet I could sense a massive amount of energy emanating from it. It felt like a solid wall of magic, not wood or stone. The figure paused, their back still to me, and the air between us crackled with anticipation. This was the destination. This was where the answers, or the end, lay hidden. The moment I walked to the entrance of that door, something snapped in me. It was a sharp, distinct soundless fracture, like a taut cord breaking deep inside my chest. It wasn’t a pain, but a profound, instant release of tension, followed by a terrifying emptiness. The compelling force vanished, replaced by an internal chaos that was far worse.

  • Rise Of The Silver Wolf   74

    I quickly turned around and almost had a heart attack. There was another figure standing right there. My mind scrambled to make sense of the impossibility. They were silent, utterly soundless. They hadn't walked in. They hadn't followed. They had simply appeared. My eyes searched the floor for any sign of disturbance, a scraping sound, a displaced piece of grit, anything to explain their arrival, but there was nothing. It was like they were a part of the shadows, a form coalesced from the very gloom of the hall itself. How did they even get here? The question was more a plea for sanity than genuine curiosity. Magic. It had to be magic, something far beyond the simple manipulation of elements or energy I was familiar with. This felt like a fundamental bending of reality. I felt a sudden, dizzying sense of vulnerability, a profound realization of just how utterly outmatched I was in this place. I looked back to the entrance, but the other two who led me here are gone. The heavy door

  • Rise Of The Silver Wolf   73

    It came not from external fear, but from the internal instability left by the vision. It was the residual energy I'd felt stirring, the unsettling sense of a colossal internal change. The room tilted precariously, and a wave of nausea washed over me. The small, focused sight of my hands wavered. I fought to keep a neutral expression. I couldn’t let them see this vulnerability. I squeezed my eyes shut for a brief, controlled second, forcing the spinning to stop, forcing the nausea back down my throat. I breathed slowly, deeply, a silent exercise in self-control. Then, the moment was over. Without a word—their unbroken silence was more intimidating than any threat—they bent over in unison. It was a synchronized, robotic movement, emphasizing that they were not individuals, but merely components of a directive. Their large, gloved hands reached out. One figure reached for my left wrist, the other for my right. They secured my arms, not roughly, but with an absolute, non-negotiab

  • Rise Of The Silver Wolf   72

    Then came the telltale sounds of metal. Then chains clinging and unlocking sound of heavy iron doors. The clatter was unmistakable, the sound of massive, ancient mechanisms being forced into motion. It wasn't just a simple bolt; it was an elaborate system of security, emphasizing the importance of keeping me contained. I almost facepalmed at the thought of who ever my captor is , that they have to go through all of this just to keep me. A small, perverse twist of pride surfaced. I wasn't just some random prisoner; I was valuable enough to warrant this extraordinary level of security, these layered defenses. How fascinating, I thought, the sudden intrusion of pragmatic curiosity temporarily overriding the fear. It gave me something to focus on besides the painful memory of my Mother. Who might they be and what do they want from me? The questions were rhetorical. Deep down I already know the answer. My mind suddenly raced back to the battlefield. Is everyone else okay? Father, Silv

More Chapters

You may also like

Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on GoodNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP
DMCA.com Protection Status