Todos os capítulos de The Lycan king's Bride : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

The Shadowborn general loomed before Lillian, its jagged form pulsing with unnatural darkness. The battlefield around them faded into a distant blur—just the clang of steel, the growls of Lycans, and the monstrous screeches of the enemy filling the air. But Lillian’s focus was locked on the creature that had called her Moonborn. She tightened her grip on her dagger, but deep inside, she knew steel alone wouldn’t be enough. Something inside her had awakened, something old and dangerous. The way the Shadowborn watched her, the way they hesitated—it wasn’t just fear. It was recognition. Aedric shifted beside her, his golden eyes never leaving the general. “This isn’t just another foot soldier,” he murmured. “It’s something else.” The Shadowborn let out a low, rattling laugh. “You are only beginning to understand, Lycan King.” Then it moved. Faster than thought, faster than Lillian had seen anything move before. A blur of darkness lunged at her, claws streaking toward her thro

Lillian barely slept that night. Every time she closed her eyes, flashes of silver light, the battle, and the stranger’s cryptic words swirled through her mind. You are not whole. Not yet. What did that even mean? When dawn finally broke, she was already dressed, standing by the window as the first rays of sunlight painted the sky in gold and crimson. The Bloodwood awaited. A sharp knock at her door pulled her from her thoughts. “Enter,” she called. The door creaked open, revealing Aedric. He was already in his battle leathers, dark armor strapped to his broad frame. His golden eyes swept over her, assessing. “You didn’t sleep.” Lillian sighed. “Neither did you.” Aedric smirked faintly, stepping into the room. “No. Too much at stake.” He hesitated before adding, “Are you ready?” She turned from the window to face him. “I have to be.” He studied her for a moment, then nodded. “Gregor has the scouting party prepared. We ride within the hour.” Lillian took a deep b

The fire had long since burned down to embers, but Lillian remained awake, staring into the darkness. Sleep eluded her, chased away by the weight of everything she had learned. She was Moonborn. The last of a lost people. And whatever waited in the Ruins of the First Moon would determine not just her fate, but the fate of the Lycans. A shift in the wind sent a chill down her spine. The forest was never truly silent, but this stillness was unnatural. The kind that preceded a predator’s strike. A flicker of movement at the tree line caught her attention. Lillian rose to her feet, every instinct on high alert. “Who’s there?” No answer. The night air pulsed, heavy with unseen energy. Then— A shadow moved. Before she could react, a figure emerged from the darkness. Tall. Cloaked in black. Eyes like liquid silver. Not the woman from before. Someone else. Someone wrong. Lillian’s pulse pounded as she took a step back. “Who are you?” The figure tilted its head, s

The Lycans moved swiftly, their warhorses and direwolves weaving through the dense Bloodwood as they followed Fenros. The great silver wolf glided ahead of them, his movements effortless, as if he were more shadow than flesh. Lillian’s mind churned with what she had seen—the memories, the name Lilliana, the war she had no recollection of. Had she truly been one of the Moonborn? And if so… why had she forgotten? Aedric rode beside her, his golden eyes flicking to her every so often. He had seen her falter, seen the way she had nearly collapsed after Fenros pulled her into that vision. And though he said nothing, she could feel his concern. Finally, he spoke. “Are you sure you can do this?” Lillian straightened, gripping the reins tighter. “I don’t have a choice, do I?”Aedric exhaled, his expression dark. “There’s always a choice, Lillian.” She turned to him, searching his face. “Would you turn back, if you could?” His jaw tightened, but he didn’t look away. “No.” She nod

The ruins of the lost city stretched around them, silent and eerie beneath the dim light of the overcast sky. The temple loomed ahead, its silver dome cracked but still standing, a testament to the power that once thrived here. Lillian’s footsteps felt heavy as she approached, the weight of memories—both known and unknown—pressing against her chest. Fenros halted at the temple’s entrance, his silver eyes dark with something unreadable. "Beyond these doors, the truth will not wait. Are you prepared?" Lillian clenched her fists. She didn’t feel ready. But she nodded anyway. “I have to be.” Aedric stepped beside her, his hand brushing hers for the briefest moment. “You’re not alone.” The gesture steadied her, and she inhaled deeply before pushing open the ancient doors. Inside the Temple The air inside was thick with the scent of old magic. The walls were lined with silver carvings, depicting scenes of battles, rituals, and a council of Moonborn standing beneath a full moon.