บททั้งหมดของ The Lycan King's Curse: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Amidst the oppressive darkness of the military bunker's depths, Lucian and I press forward, our determination a blazing torch in the shadows. Each locked door looms before us, an imposing barrier that demands our unwavering resolve. The weight of our mission bears down upon us, a relentless burden that compels us to shatter these obstacles and seize the vital supplies and life-saving equipment that hang in the balance.As we navigate the labyrinthine corridors, the atmosphere wraps around us like a cloak of intrigue. The air is tinged with the scent of rusted metal and the earthy dampness that seeps from the walls, leaving a lingering reminder of the passage of time. Each step we take reverberates through the dimly lit passageways, the sound bouncing off the walls and blending with the hushed whispers of the forgotten. It's as if the very essence of the bunker comes alive, whispering secrets that have long been kept hidden in the shadows.And then, as if guided by an unseen hand, we s

The stale air clung to my skin, heavy with the scent of decay and desperation. It felt suffocating, each breath a struggle against the oppressive weight of our confinement. The dampness seemed to seep into my bones, chilling me to the core. My hands moved with practiced precision; their movements were accompanied by the faint sound of fabric being pulled taut. The touch of the bandages against Lucian's skin, a mix of cold and warmth, reminded me of the fragility of our existence. I bound them tightly in hopes of hastening our departure. After carefully bandaging Lucian's wounds, I took a step back to assess my handiwork. The stark white bandages wrapped tightly around his injuries, but I couldn't ignore the faint traces of crimson seeping through the fabric. The sight sent a pang of worry through me, a reminder of the battles he had fought and the sacrifices he had made.As we turned to leave the room, anticipation hanging in the air like a tangible presence, a sudden stumble disrupt

SERGEANT COLE POVI stood outside the military bunker, my eyes narrowed with determination. The wind rustled through my buzz-cut hair, but it didn't distract me from the mission at hand. A hint of a smirk played on my lips, a reflection of the confidence that radiated from within. I was a man of action, and there was no time for hesitation.Tall and muscular, I commanded attention with my presence alone. My uniform, impeccably pressed, was a symbol of my unwavering discipline. I believed in leading by example, and I expected nothing less than excellence from myself and those under my command. Sloppiness had no place in my world.My piercing blue eyes that locked onto the bunker betrayed a glimmer of intensity. They had seen it all—the chaos of battle, the raw emotions of life and death. They were eyes that didn't shy away from the harsh realities of the world. They were eyes that demanded respect.But beneath the hardened exterior, there beat a heart that cared deeply. I was fiercely

After the shocking revelation of Lucian's identity as the Lycan Lord of Chaos, the world around me seems to tremble with uncertainty. My mind races, struggling to fathom how this stranger could know such a closely guarded secret. Sergeant Cole's expression mirrors my turmoil, his features etched with shock and concern, a reflection of the weight pressing down on my heart.Around us, the pack warriors share my bewilderment, their puzzled expressions mirroring the disbelief I feel. Maya, standing nearby, seems at a loss for words, her mouth opening and closing as if trying to find the right ones to articulate her thoughts. Yet, like me, she remains silent, perhaps grappling with the enormity of the revelation.The man remains in his humble position, and the silence between them stretches on, heavy with unspoken history. It's as if they share a connection that goes beyond this moment, and my curiosity burns, craving answers. The weight of the truth hangs in the air, filling me with both

As the revelation sinks in, Lucy's usual scatterbrained nature gives way to fear, her eyes widening with terror. The image of the Lycan Lord of Chaos, the cursed Lycan King, standing right before her, is overwhelming. Her hands tremble uncontrollably, and she takes hesitant steps backward as if trying to distance herself from the dangerous figure before her.Her mind, usually a whirlwind of thoughts, seems to freeze in the face of such power and legend. She clings to the edge of the table for support, her knuckles turning white from the intensity of her grip. The stories she once read about the Lycan Lord of Chaos, tales of his fearsome strength and wrath, now seem like terrifying realities staring her in the face."Th-this can't be real," she stammers, her voice barely audible, betraying the fear that grips her heart. Her eyes dart around the room, looking for an escape route as if expecting the ancient Lycan to pounce on her at any moment.Her scattered thoughts now resemble shatter