Todos los capítulos de THE LYCAN KING AND HIS HUNTED LUNA: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

In the heart of Constantine’s lair, the news of Freya’s betrayal spread like wildfire. The guard who had witnessed the defiance rushed to inform Constantine of the shocking turn of events. He found her seething with anger, her eyes ablaze with fury.“What do you mean Freya defied my orders?” Constantine hissed, her voice laced with venom.The guard stuttered, “She… she refused to come with us, and she knocked out one of the guards who tried to force her. She said she’s done with you and won’t work for you anymore.”Before the guard could say another word, Constantine’s eyes glowed with an intense, malevolent energy. In a swift and ruthless motion, she unleashed a deadly bolt of magic that struck the guard down, leaving him lifeless on the floor.“Traitor,” she spat, her rage palpable. “She will pay for this betrayal, and so will the one she chooses to side with.”Summoning all her warriors, Constantine gathered them before her, her powerful presence commanding their attention. “Today,

As the evening descended upon them, Freya and Vaemond found themselves sitting by the crackling fireplace in the tavern. The warm glow of the flames danced in Vaemond’s eyes, casting a soft light on his face as he began to share a part of his life that he had rarely spoken of before.“Freya,” he started, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability, “I want to tell you something about my past, something I’ve never really talked about with anyone.”Freya leaned in, giving him her full attention. “I’m here to listen,” she said gently, encouraging him to share his story.Vaemond took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “I never knew my mother,” he began. “She died shortly after giving birth to me. My father raised me, and he was the only family I had. But he was always distant, burdened by his responsibilities as a lycan leader.”Freya reached out and placed a comforting hand on his, offering him her support. “I can’t imagine how difficult that must have been for you,” she sa

As I wandered through the dark and treacherous forest, my mind filled with conflicting thoughts and emotions, suddenly, a soft glow appeared in the distance. As I approached cautiously, the glow intensified, and I could see Agnes standing there, her eyes focused and determined.“Agnes?” I called out in disbelief, my heart pounding in my chest. “Is that really you?”She smiled warmly, and the sight of her brought a wave of relief and joy crashing over me. Without a moment’s hesitation, I rushed to her side and enveloped her in a tight embrace, feeling the gentle curve of her stomach against me.“Oh, Agnes, I’ve missed you so much,” I whispered, holding her close.“I’ve missed you too, Cain,” she replied softly, running her fingers through my hair. “But we don’t have much time. There’s something I need to tell you.”I pulled back slightly, concern etched across my face. “What is it? Are you okay?”Agnes nodded, her expression serious. “Physically, I’m fine,” she said. “But there’s somet

The atmosphere in the village was charged with both excitement and tension as Agnes went into labor. The midwives hurriedly gathered around her, their experienced hands guiding her through the painful contractions. I stood nearby, feeling a mix of anxiety and anticipation, unsure of how to help but determined to be there for Agnes in any way possible.As the reddish hue from the collision of the sun and moon filled the room, Agnes was in the midst of giving birth. The midwives worked diligently around her, their faces a mix of concern and awe at the celestial display outside.One of the midwives, a young woman with wide eyes, couldn't contain her fear any longer. She leaned in close to Agnes and whispered, "Why is Constantine so determined to kill you and your child? What did you do to anger her so?"Agnes took a deep breath, trying to focus amidst the pain of labor. "It's a long story," she began, her voice steady. "Constantine and I were once very close. We grew up together, like sis

The reddish hue of the sky outside the window sent a shiver down Freya’s spine, and she knew that the prophecy was unfolding before their very eyes. With a sense of urgency, she woke Vaemond, her voice trembling as she explained the significance of the celestial phenomenon.“Vaemond, look! The sun and moon are clashing,” Freya said, her eyes wide with fear and determination. “The prophecy is coming true. We have to act.”Vaemond rubbed the sleep from his eyes, concern etched across his face as he listened to Freya’s words. “What does it mean?” he asked, his voice tinged with worry.“It means that the fate of the world is at stake,” Freya replied. “The balance between light and dark is being threatened, and we have a crucial role to play in preventing chaos from consuming everything.”Vaemond nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. “What do we need to do?” he asked, his resolve matching Freya’s.“We have to kill Cain,” Freya said, her tone firm. “He’s carrying the burden of