Todos os capítulos de Realm of Power: Werewolf vs Vampire : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Julianna’s POVMorning sunlight spilled through the crystal domes of Moonspire, scattering rainbows across my walls. For once, the Elven city didn’t hum with the tension I’d grown used to — no formal lectures, no whispers about the “Chronokeeper.” Just laughter, floating up from the streets below.When I stepped out onto the terrace, I finally saw why.The elves were decorating.Bridges were strung with glowing orbs that shimmered between silver and gold. Garlands of mana-bloom petals hung from the tree branches like tiny suns. Children giggled as they chased dancing light wisps, and everywhere, there was music — soft, lilting tunes played on crystal flutes.Lyra appeared beside me. “Okay,” she said, squinting Did the elves suddenly learn how to throw a party?”“It’s for the Festival of Lights,” came Fianna’s gentle voice. She walked toward us, wrapped in a pale blue cloak that matched her eyes. Her steps were still careful — her mana hadn’t

Julianna’s POVThe Elven throne room—once a place of light and grace—felt like a tomb- heavy, suffocating, final. The scent of incense clung to the air, mingled with something heavy and wrong.The Elven King lay on the floor, his crown resting beside his head like it had rolled from grace. There was no wound, no blood. Only stillness. His heart was silent.“No… no, no, no…” The word fell out of me before I could even think. “No, please—no!”The scream that tore from my throat wasn’t human—it was something deeper, rawer, as if the world itself was crying through me. My knees hit the marble, my hands trembling as I reached for him.I fell beside him, shaking him as if my touch could undo what had already been done. “Please, Your Majesty—wake up! You can’t… you can’t just—”My voice cracked into a strangled sob.But nothing happened. His skin was cool, the faint golden glow around him flickering out like dying embers.Then the great doors burst open. Footsteps echoed behind me—hurried, d

Julianna’s POVThe cell was cold—colder than the air above ground ever could be. The stone beneath me felt alive, like it was drinking the warmth straight from my skin. Even the shadows seemed to breathe here, whispering through the cracks in the walls.I curled tighter on the floor, my arms wrapped around my knees. The damp scent of moss and iron clung to the air. A thin beam of light spilled through a crack in the ceiling, slicing across the cell like a blade. Dust danced in it, slow and ghostly, mocking the stillness around me.Every few seconds, a droplet of water fell somewhere in the corridor beyond—steady, rhythmic, like the ticking of a clock. Tick. Tock. Tick. The sound felt like time itself reminding me of what I’d broken.Sleep wouldn’t come. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him—the King. His lifeless body sprawled across the marble floor, the light gone from his ancient eyes. The Queen’s scream echoing through the great hall. Fianna’s trembl

Julianna’s POVWanda smiled faintly. “The chains are used to suppress the magic of whoever wears them. But not mine”Before I could speak, she placed a glowing hand on my shoulder.Warmth spread through me, and suddenly the room seemed to dissolve. The world rippled—then I wasn’t standing anymore. I was light, weightless, drifting.Wanda’s voice echoed beside me. “Hold on tight.”We floated through the chains, through the thick iron bars of the cell, and drifted down the hall like tiny orbs of light. The guards never noticed us. It was as if the world couldn’t see us at all.When my feet finally touched solid ground again, we were standing at the entrance of the dorm dome.Before I could even catch my breath, the doors burst open—and there they were.Lyra, Lily, Kaid, Scott, Lila, Caleb, Cameron, Aria, Niamh… my friends.“Julie!” Lyra shouted, running to hug me so hard I almost lost balance. “We missed you so much.”

Lily’s POVWe ran.Our footsteps echoed through the endless marble halls, the air heavy with the residue of shattered magic. The walls trembled faintly, as if the palace itself feared what was coming. Behind us, I could still hear Vaelen’s laughter—soft, deliberate, and terrifyingly calm.We turned a corner and darted into a small chamber lined with broken mirrors. I pressed my back against the wall, forcing myself to breathe. Lyra was the first to speak.“Okay,” she panted, “note to self—never, ever pick a fight with a dead guy again.”“Agreed,” I muttered, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Is he gone?”Fianna peered through a crack in the door, her eyes sharp despite the faint tremor in her hands. “For now. But he’s looking for us. I can feel him.”I glanced at her. “You can sense him?”She nodded weakly. “He&rsq