All Chapters of Realm of Power: Werewolf vs Vampire : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Julianna POV The corridors hummed with an unnatural chill as we approached the communication chamber. The air was so cold that every breath stung my throat. I hugged my arms to my chest. “It feels like the walls themselves are breathing frost.”“Stay sharp,” Lily said, her eyes glinting in the dim light. “Vaelen’s probably used the palace’s crystal lines to broadcast his message. If we have to stop him here.”Aria gave a nervous laugh. “You make it sound so easy.”“You’ll be fine,” Wanda said.Aria groaned. “Remind me again why I volunteered for this? My water magic doesn’t work to well in this cold.”“Because you’re the only one with a siren voice strong enough to bend a mind,” Lily said. “Your magic affects the mind directly. Even Vaelen will find it hard to resist.”Aria crossed her arms. “Sure. Except if I use it, you guys could get caught in too.”“Not if we’re far enough away,” Lily replied, sketching runes into the air. “Stay near the center of the room, we’ll circle the perim

Julianna POVI saw something.Was it the past or the future?Not the room around me.A flash — bright, sharp, painful.A knife.Blood.Fianna.I gasped. “Fianna…! Something’s wrong.”Lily turned sharply. “What happened? Did you see something?”“It’s Fianna. I think she’s hurt. Badly. We need to move — now.”No more questions. No hesitation. We ran.Aria struggled to keep up. “Hey guys so what do we do when we get there? We can’t just rush Vaelen without a plan!”“I agree!” Lila said breathlessly. “Lily, anything useful in that big brain of yours?”Lily didn’t even slow her pace. “Don’t panic. Plan B is already in place.”Wanda blinked. “You had a Plan B?”“There is always a Plan B.”We turned a corner in the frozen hallway the cold biting through Lila’s warming sigil like it wasn’t even there. Niamh sprinted ahead, claws forming at her fingertips.Suddenly she stopped so fast we almost ran into her.“Niamh?” I said. “What happened? Where’s Scott and Lyra?”Niamh’s voice was strained,

Julianna POVTepes Thane ArrivesJust as all hope was fading… he appeared.A tremor rippled through the frozen courtyard, a pressure so heavy it made the air itself warp. The frost on the ground cracked. Mana shifted. Shadows bent toward him.Tepes Thane stepped out of the mist — silent, composed, eyes glowing like two red eclipses.Scott froze beside me, breath caught in his throat.“…Father?” his voice cracked. “What—why is he here?”“I called him.” Lily said quietly. “That was Plan B.”Scott’s jaw dropped. “You WHAT—?”But Tepes was already walking forward, each step echoing like a verdict.Vaelen sneered. “And who might you be?”Tepes didn’t even look at him. “The Vampire Lord, Tepes Thane.”“Never heard of you,” Vaelen said. “And you have no business h

Julianna POVUnity, Forgiveness, RenewalThe sun had risen fully by the time Scott and Tepes resumed melting the last of the frost. The courtyard steamed as purple flames and elemental fire burned through the ice with careful precision. Everywhere they walked, life was brought back from cold stillness.I followed with Fianna, Lily, Lila, Niamh, Aria, Wanda, Lyra everyone who was able to help carry or support someone newly thawed. Some collapsed into our arms, trembling; others woke slowly, confused, blinking like newborns.A man cried as his daughter thawed in his arms.A druid elder sobbed when his vines reawakened, curling weakly around his wrist.An elf boy shouted his mother’s name in relief.But then their joy froze not from magic, but from shock as their gazes drifted past us.Where the Sacred Tree once stood…Only splinters remained.A hollow circle of shattered roots.The people’s gasps turned into soft, helpless sobbing.“It’s gone…” someone whispered.“Our ancestors… our mag

Julianna POVPrincipal Johnson’s voice carried through the rebuilt auditorium:“All students involved in the Elven Kingdom conflict… report for magical counseling immediately.”Scott groaned beside me.Lyra muttered, “Yay, forced emotional bleeding.”But we all went.The counseling wing was new white walls, soft glowing lamps, floating ink quills writing patient notes on their own. A gold plaque read:“Dr. Maren Hale — Magical Trauma Specialist.”When I walked in, Dr. Hale looked… normal. Human. Brown hair tied up, thin circular glasses, warm brown eyes. Something in her expression made my shoulders relax.“Julianna Harris?” she asked gently.“Uh… yeah.”“Come in. Sit. Breathe.”I didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath until I let it go.She folded her hands. “I’ve been briefed on what occurred in the Elven Kingdom. But I’d like to hear your experience—from you.”The lump in my throat rose immediately.“I… I keep seeing it,” I whispered. “The ice falling. The light going out of peo