บททั้งหมดของ Lycans of Lunar Isle: บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 216

OpheliaSand exploded in all directions.The demons moved so quickly, all wings and teeth and eyes as they shot hundreds of feet into the sky. They tore at one another, shrieking and snapping, onyx blood spilling like droplets of rain.“Kill as many demons as possible and get that fucking ring off Morningstar’s finger,” Ryker howled over the mind-link.Taloned beasts with ribs that split open like monstrous jaws, and humanoid creatures with spider-like limbs, emerged next. They were all unique in their horror, completely different from the next. Some didn’t possess physical forms, but were wisps of shadow and smoke, clouds of poison that choked the trees and drained them of life.My father appeared at my side.“This is the most crucial part.” His voice was low and urgent, threaded with childlike excitement. “Tap into your mother’s gift. Use it to fuel the command you’re going to give them so that it reaches them all. Tell them to obey my every word. Tell them, my girl.”I hesitated, th

Ophelia“When my mother died, I felt nothing.” Jude said with that unsettling emotionless tone he sometimes used.Judging by the way Ryker looked at him, his brows slightly lifted, Jude didn’t talk about this. Not with him. And if he didn’t talk about it with Ryker, that meant he didn’t talk about it with anyone.The wind picked up, teasing strands of hair across my face. I brushed them back but kept my eyes on him.“I felt nothing even after the abuse. The weeks that followed were the hardest, but not in the way you’re thinking. Everyone tells you how you should feel. You should cry, because it’s good for you. You should scream, because that’s what they think grief is. You should be angry, because of the shit they did.” He paused,, then added, “If that’s what you feel, then that’s fine. Feel it, and don’t apologize if it’s messy. And if you need to gouge an eye out, you have my full support.” Biting his lip, he shrugged. “Too soon?”I couldn’t help it. I laughed through the ache in m

Edward’s face, twisted from whatever dark magic fuckery his father and Ophelia’s father had infected him with, was the last image burned into my mind—that and my best friends shell-shocked face as my fingers slipped through hers.Droplets of my blood and sweat still hovered in the air as I was thrown back, suspended like little crystalized beads of hope and pain. Beginnings and endings.‘This is it,’ That voice—that horrible voice in my head, the one that sounded like me and spoke like me, crooned. ‘This is what happens to stupid girls who ruin everything. They die. They die painfully.’This was what I deserved, wasn’t it? The ultimate sacrifice for a meager little crumb of a life.I failed everyone, but I wouldn’t fail Ophelia. The shield I erected around myself fractured and imploded the moment I passed through the portal. Sparks of leftover electricity raced along my skin, but I could hardly feel the sting past the utter rush of freefall.For one bleeding moment I thought I smelle