Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound To My Protector Mate: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

Whispers of FearThe world felt wrong.Something had shifted—something irreversible.The moment the temple fell into darkness, the supernatural world knew.Across realms, in the deepest corners of the world where shadows whispered secrets, the air changed.Something new had awakened.Or rather—something very, very old.The council was the first to sense it.The moment Daniel disappeared, the High Seers’ sacred flames went out.The oldest vampires found their blood turning cold.The fae felt the balance of magic shift.Even the rogue leader, miles away, staggered, clutching his chest as the dark power he had once served was drowned out by something much greater.Something he didn’t recognize.For the first time in centuries, the supernatural world was unified—not by alliances, not by treaties, but by a singular, overwhelming terror.Daniel was gone.And something else was in his place.Rigel’s Desperation“Bring him back!”Rigel’s voice was raw, hoarse from shouting.He was still kneel

The Weight of FateDaniel sat in silence, his hands gripping the arms of the stone chair as the council’s voices echoed through the grand chamber. The walls of the ancient hall loomed around him, adorned with tapestries depicting wars, betrayals, and supernatural history—stories that now felt disturbingly familiar in his mind.Because this wasn’t just history.It was his history.And Rigel’s.He risked a glance at Rigel, who stood beside him with his arms crossed, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might shatter. He hadn’t said a word since Daniel had told him the truth—about the vision, about their past, about the curse that seemed to wrap around them like an inescapable noose.And Rigel was terrified.Not of Daniel.But of losing him.The council members, seated in a crescent of towering thrones, spoke in low, urgent tones.“If he was a danger then, he will be a danger now.”“The prophecy has warned us time and time again—his existence alone could tip the balance.”“Can he

“We need to move. Now.”Rigel’s voice was sharp with urgency, but Daniel barely heard him. The air in the abandoned house they were hiding in felt suffocating, pressing down on his lungs like a heavy weight.The blood was gone—scrubbed clean from his skin. Yet, he could still feel it. The phantom sensation clung to his hands, sticky and warm, as if it had seeped into his very bones.His stomach churned. Who had he hurt?He didn’t remember leaving. Didn’t remember anything past falling asleep next to Rigel, exhausted from days of running. But when he had woken up—he was standing. Alone.And he had been covered in blood.Rigel’s grip tightened on his arm. “Daniel, snap out of it.”Daniel dragged in a breath, but it didn’t feel like enough. “I don’t—” His voice cracked. “I don’t know what I did.”Rigel hesitated, pain flickering across his face. “We don’t have time to figure it out right now. We need to get out of here.”Daniel blinked, the world tilting slightly as his heartbeat pounded

The Rumors BeginThe first signs of trouble were whispers on the wind.Scouts returned with strange reports—villages abandoned overnight, entire factions bending the knee to a force moving in the shadows. Something was coming.Daniel and Rigel were still on the run, hiding in the crumbling remains of an old monastery, when their latest ally—Jorin, a former supernatural bounty hunter—came rushing in, breathless and wide-eyed.“We have a problem.”Rigel stiffened. Daniel, who had been sitting by the fire, barely reacted. He hadn’t been sleeping. Not really. The blackouts were getting worse, the whispers louder, and every time he closed his eyes, he feared he’d wake up covered in blood again.Jorin’s gaze flicked between them before he spoke the name that sent a cold chill through the room.“Veyron is alive.”Rigel’s breath hitched.Daniel frowned, slow and detached. “Veyron’s dead.”“Apparently not,” Jorin muttered. “And he’s not alone. He’s got an army.”Daniel exhaled sharply, running

Daniel sat in silence, his hands gripping the arms of the stone chair as the council’s voices echoed through the grand chamber. The walls of the ancient hall loomed around him, adorned with tapestries depicting wars, betrayals, and supernatural history—stories that now felt disturbingly familiar in his mind. Because this wasn’t just history. It was his history. And Rigel’s. He risked a glance at Rigel, who stood beside him with his arms crossed, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might shatter. He hadn’t said a word since Daniel had told him the truth—about the vision, about their past, about the curse that seemed to wrap around them like an inescapable noose. And Rigel was terrified. Not of Daniel. But of losing him. The council members, seated in a crescent of towering thrones, spoke in low, urgent tones. “If he was a danger then, he will be a danger now.” “The prophecy has warned us time and time again—his existence alone could tip the balance.” “Can he truly r