Todos los capítulos de Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets: Capítulo 401 - Capítulo 410

SAGEThe change was instantaneous.One moment, the chamber walls had still been breathing darkness—holding me captive beneath its weight—and the next, they had slid back with a muted, mechanical sigh, severing the grip of that corruption.Darkness recoiled, and so did its power over me.Freda did not hesitate. Before I could so much as form a word, before the name on my tongue could escape, she reached forward and pulled the stake free.Pain exploded. It was violent—white-hot, ruthless, tearing through every nerve, every muscle, every thread of consciousness I possessed. The scream clawed its way up my throat, but I crushed it down, biting hard against it, refusing to give the queen—or this cursed place—the satisfaction of hearing me break.My body collapsed instantly. The ground surged upward, or maybe I fell toward it. Either way, impact barely registered over the tidal wave of sensation crashing through me.And then—El returned.Not softly. She came like a storm.Like floodwaters

SAGEIf I hadn’t been carrying Freda in my arms, I would have rushed Makeh without thinking.I would have crashed into her, wrapped myself around her, cried against her shoulder like a child who had been lost too long and finally found home. She didn’t look like the kind of person who enjoyed physical affection. She had never been soft. Never indulgent. But I didn’t care. Not in that moment. Relief and emotion burned too brightly in my chest for restraint.Instead, I called her name. “Makeh.” The sound carried everything I couldn’t say.Happiness flashed in my eyes as I hurried toward her, only slowing when I reached her. She smiled at me, that familiar knowing curve of her lips, calm and composed as always. Laura stood nearby, watching with barely veiled astonishment—though I suspected Makeh had already introduced herself to my second foster mother before I arrived.“I see you are hale and hearty,” Makeh said lightly.Her smile faded the instant she noticed the weight in my arms. “W

SAGEThe hall was filled to the brim.Bodies pressed shoulder to shoulder, breath to breath, the air thick with anticipation and the restless heat of a crowd already half-whipped into frenzy. The great hall of Zophar had always been impressive, but today it felt… swollen. Overburdened. Like the very walls were straining under the weight of what was about to unfold.High arched ceilings stretched overhead, etched with ancient runes that pulsed faintly in the torchlight. Long banners hung between the stone pillars—deep crimson, forest green, midnight blue—each bearing the sigils of the surrounding communities.And at the far end was the platform. It was raised high and so looked commanding. The queen stood there mid-speech. Her jaw slackened as she took note of my presence.For half a heartbeat, the entire hall froze in a suspended moment of disbelief. For diverse reasons, especially different from the Queen.Then my gaze sharpened as I saw them. The rulers of the three neighboring com

SAGEThe hall did not fall silent after the memory play. Not this time. The people were far too restless for silence—too angry, too shaken, too awake.Voices erupted everywhere at once, crashing into each other like storm waves against jagged rocks. The air thickened with outrage, disbelief, and the electric crackle of betrayed trust finally snapping.“She lied to us!”“Monster!”“All this time, she has been the rot in the community!”“We trusted her!”“Is this what she has been doing in the shadows?”“The blood—gods, the blood…”My gaze moved slowly across the crowd, taking in the way their fury rolled and built. This was a people on the brink. They won’t be manipulated again.The Queen tried to quell the noise. “Silence!” she thundered.Magic rode her voice again, but it did not land the same way this time. The authority that once made backs straighten and mouths shut now met resistance… friction… disbelief.Her eyes flashed toward me.“What this girl has shown you is fake!” she sho

SAGEFighting against black magic was… draining. The realization hit me dimly as I lay sprawled against the scorched earth, my vision swimming, the world tilting in and out of focus. The taste of iron filled my mouth and my limbs felt heavy—too heavy—like something unseen was steadily siphoning strength straight from my bones. Shapes blurred above me and voices echoed like they were underwater. "Yes," El’s voice came tightly. "It is draining you. That strike was meant to leech your power." I forced air into my lungs as she continued, "You must attack her at full force. If you allow her to keep pressing like this, she will bleed you dry… and then she will kill you."A cold clarity cut through the haze; I nodded weakly and pushed myself upright just as the Queen’s amplified voice rang across the arena. “Is this the leader you want?” she mocked the crowd. “This… fragile thing?” Laughter rippled from her side of the field, but I didn’t answer and I didn’t waste breath. Instead, I le