All Chapters of Realm of Power: Werewolf vs Vampire : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Lily POVThe throne room was silent except for the echo of boots on marble.The Queen sat rigid on her throne, her golden eyes ringed with exhaustion. Around her stood a dozen guards — tense, alert, waiting.We stood before her — Kaid, Cameron, Caleb, Fianna, Lila, Lyra, Aria, Wanda, Niamh, and me. None of us dared to breathe too loudly.“Tell me everything,” Queen Elenara said finally, her voice sharp as glass.I stepped forward, swallowing hard. “Your Majesty, last night, we set a plan in motion to expose the true culprit behind the King Elarion death.”Fianna looked down, her hands clasped tightly. Queen Elenara gaze softened for only a second before hardening again.“Continue.”“We created an illusion of the King, hoping to draw out the murderer,” I said. “It worked… but the situation escalated. The one who appeared wasn’t mortal.”K

Julianna’s POVI didn’t know what to say.I didn’t even know what to feel.Vaelen stood before me. For a moment, I saw not a monster, but a man.I felt… sympathy. Maybe even pity.His story echoed in my mind — the love he lost, the injustice he faced, the years of pain. But sympathy is dangerous when pointed at the wrong person.“Don’t believe him, Julie!” Scott’s voice cut through the haze, ragged and weak. Vaelen’s spectral hand tightened around his throat. Scott’s body trembled, his eyes flashing red as his instincts tried to fight back.“Stop!” I shouted. “You’re hurting him!”Vaelen didn’t even glance at me. His expression was calm—too calm. “It is your choice to believe me,” he said. “But every word I spoke is true. I was betrayed, exiled, and bound while my love suffered for eternity. Tell me, girl… would you not do the same?”His words were heavy. Too heavy.“But why?” I managed to ask, voice trembling. “W

Vaelen’s POVThe air beneath the earth was thick with mana and silence.For the first time in centuries, I felt warmth real warmth against my skin as I stepped into the chamber where she was kept. The roots of the Sacred Tree twisted like serpents, glowing faintly with ancient light. They pulsed, breathing life into the seals that held her.Elaria.My heart clenched at the sight.Her figure was barely visible beneath the web of roots, her body suspended as if asleep. She looked fragile too fragile her hair silver as frost, her skin pale and cold.So much time had passed. So much stolen from us.I knelt, brushing my hand along the living wood. It pulsed faintly at my touch.“They have taken enough from me,” I whispered, mana curling around my hand. “Now you’ll give her back.”The runes carved along the roots shimmered, golden light burning into my skin. The seals recognized me.Only royalty can unseal.I closed my eyes and began the incantation — the same words my ancestors used to bin

Kaid POVThe corridors of the Palace were quiet — too quiet for a kingdom in mourning. The smell of incense clung to the marble walls, masking the rot of fear that hung beneath.Principal Johnson and I walked side by side through the gilded doors that led to the Queen’s council chamber. Two guards bowed, sealing the doors behind us.Queen Elenara sat at the round obsidian table, her emerald crown dim beneath the candlelight. She looked older than I’d ever seen her — exhaustion softening her regal posture.“Your Majesty,” I said, bowing. “We came as requested.”“Thank you, Kaid. And thank you, Principal Johnson.” Her voice was tired. “You are guest in are kingdom so our safety is our priority. But I fear this crisis grows beyond our reach.”Johnson crossed his arms, the faint shimmer of his dragon aura flickering across his shoulders. “We’re doing everything we can, Your Majesty. But if Vaelen truly walks again, your walls won’t hold him.”Queen Elenara hands tightened around her goble

Scott’s POVThe blizzard howled like a living thing, screaming through the ruins of Moonspire. The air itself was alive every breath stabbed like glass down my throat.Lyra in the bat form was flying beside me, her crimson eyes glowing against the snow. Nimah ran ahead on all fours, her humanoid werewolf form slicing through the icy wind.“There!” Nimah shouted, pointing upward. The clouds were dark and twisting over a single point above the city, swirling into a spiral of storm.“That’s her,” I said, flames igniting in my palms. “Let’s finish this.”We raced toward the center of the storm the palace courtyard.The once-green square was now buried under a mountain of snow. The great fountain had frozen into a jagged crystal sculpture, its water suspended mid-splash. And there, standing atop the frozen marble, was Elaria.Her white hair whipped around her like ribbons of frost, her eyes burning the color of glacial blue. She raised her hand, and the blizzard itself bent around her comm