All Chapters of THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The night was not silent. Not anymore.Death walked outside the Crescent Vale like a fever. Morgane stepped barefoot across the embers of what had been a village, where laughter once filled the air, and children played and sang simple songs. The houses now stood empty and shattered, their doors splintered open like broken ribs. The wind and the wet, gasping breaths of the shadow-things that crept behind her were the only sounds.Do you hear them?" Morgane breathed to darkness. Her voice was a curled ribbon of smoke. "So many hearts that once beat, now still. So many voices, silent, waiting to serve.Her pale hands stroked the body of the woman on the ground, face-down in the earth. Morgane dropped to her knees, took a deep breath, and the corpse twitched. Skin creased and drew taut like worn vellum. The face folded in on itself, the cheeks emptying out as if some unseen hand had pulled the life from inside.Morgane arched back, sucking in the soul that arose like steam. It twined arou

But her words were wrenched from her by roll of fire that engulfed her entire body. Her twisted form was consumed, the shadows disolving into air, only the thin curl of smoke that blew upwards into the air remaining. The sorceress who had been so powerful was no more,her kingdom of shadows and death crumbling as quickly as it had formed.The room fell silent. Thus, the fire that had burned from Lunareth's small stature slowly waned to nothing but the burnt shells of walls and the ground they occupied. Emereah did not stir, her heart racing with a cross between fear and incredulity as the golden radiance that had engulfed the room faded to leave only the soft warm light of ashes.Lunareth's little fists clapped open and shut, her golden eyes staring wide and unblinking. Emereah's heart constricted as she looked at her daughter, still clutched against her body. The baby had released unimaginable power, and yet in this triumph, Emereah felt engulfed by a flood of protectiveness. The fir

Emereah's breath was coming in labored gasps as she locked eyes with the Elders. They could no longer deny the magnitude of what was coming. Morgane's death had only been temporary respite, and the storm on the horizon was not a battle of strength it was a testing of their own souls. She could sense it clawing at the edges of the world, reaching out its claws to the very foundations of the Keep.The fire in her blood pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat, and Lunareth stirred again in her arms, sensing the building urgency. Her fire, her foothold in this endless sea of darkness, the child was hers. Emereah could not fail now, not when everything they had ever known hung in the balance.Vladimir was back, his face set in rigid determination. His boots echoed off the stone floor as he marched into the room, his eyes narrowed, already strategizing their next step.We must rush," he ordered, his voice stern in the midst of the tension building in the air. "The rest of the packs are mobilizi

With that, Emereah's gaze frozen, her body coiling in wait for what was to come. The wind wailed its mournful melody through the trees, its ghostly cry a warning knell, and yet she did not move. At her side, Vladimir's white-knuckled clenched grip on his sword whitened, his eyes bulging with increasing comprehension of the storm that came. The air chilled, the trees themselves distorting as Morgane's hunger leaked out, a black corruption spreading down channels of land and tree.We have to move quickly," Emereah urged, her voice firm but with a catch of urgency. Her gaze pierced the darkened horizon. The trees lay like a hunter tracking its quarry, its once serene nature tainted by the malevolent presence of Morgane.Vladimir nodded wordlessly, his face black as coal. He felt it too—something evil was afoot, lurking just beyond the trees. The forest, once its sanctuary, had been a gestation ground for Morgane's malevolence, and the realization that such power turned against them made

There was a slight tremble in Vera's voice, confusion in the tone of how she spoke. "I believed it's over since Morgane is no longer there? You said yourself she's done. You sensed it."Emereah didn't respond. Rather, she let her eyes roam across the black forest, fine as if tracing out something concealed just at the edge of light. Her own heartbeat throbbed within her, the pulse echoing in her ears, blended with the oppressive quiet surrounding them.I felt the same way, too," Emereah breathed, her voice far away, as if trying to reassure herself. "But this… this was never about her. Morgane was a symptom, not the disease.".The air around them was thickening. The quiet of the forest was weighing down on them, crushing, heavy with some malevolent evil. The shadows which had seemed to recede after Morgane's fall were spreading back in, creeping deeper, stretching further.Vera stood motionless, her gaze scanning frantically around them. "What are you saying? Emereah, we can't keep ru