You Came

Triston thundered up the final flight of stairs, his massive wolf form a blur of silver muscle and fury. His paws pounded against the stone floor, each step reverberated through the stone like a war drum, his claws sparking against the ancient flagstones as he followed the scent in a rhythm of urgency—hers. The corridors blurred past him, tapestries whipping in his wake from the sheer force of his speed, but his focus never wavered.The scent was stronger now. Hers. Ivone.The corridors led him straight to a grand, open hallway, and the sharp scent of blood struck him like a blade to the chest—the unmistakable mix of blood and fear, tangled with her familiar essence. His lungs pulled in the scent with a snarl lodged deep in his throat. She was close—too close to danger. He pushed harder, his heart pounding against his ribcage like it could break free, each step a prayer, a promise, a threat.He surged forward and rounded the corner into another wide, dimly lit hallway—and paused momen

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Not Here. Not Yet

“No!” Reyes barked, voice thunderous and primal. His body quivered with fury, lips peeled back from sharp teeth. “She stays exactly where she is.” He fixed Triston with a fiery, defiant glare, his chest heaving. “She’s mine now, Elyrian. Marked and claimed. Step aside, return to your kingdom, she's not going anywhere with you.”Triston’s growl deepened, rising from his chest like a storm gathering force, a sound that rattled the very air in the space and seemed to shake the very walls of the castle, vibrating through the cracked stones and dust-choked air. His silver coat bristled, catching the light from the torches that lined the corridor, and his claws scraped against the marble as he stepped forward—slowly, deliberately—like death incarnate stalking its prey, muscles coiling beneath his fur like a predator on the verge of snapping. Every muscle in his massive frame coiled with lethal intent, his shoulders squared, body low to the ground in a hunter’s crouch. His head lowered but

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Victory

Ivone dragged herself upright with a grimace, her good hand gripping the edge of the doorframe for balance as she slipped into the room. Every breath was laced with pain, her broken arm a searing line of fire down her side. But she didn’t stop. She couldn’t.The room was quiet now—hauntingly so compared to the chaos outside. Her eyes landed on the bed, the sheets tangled and torn. With trembling fingers, she stumbled toward it and ripped a strip of fabric free. Her teeth clenched as she forced herself to the small table nearby, where a pair of long wooden spoons rested forgotten near a plate of half-eaten fruit.“This’ll have to do,” she murmured through a gasp, sweat dotting her brow.Bracing herself, she set the spoons parallel to the limb, aligned as best she could by touch and instinct. Then, with the strip of cloth in her teeth and tears streaking silently down her cheeks, she began to wrap her arm. The pain was blinding. White-hot. But she bit down on the scream and kept going u

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Cold And Quiet

For the first time, true fear took root in his eyes. Not the prideful arrogance of a conqueror, not the rage of a rival. Fear. The kind that settles deep and cold when one realizes the end has come.He opened his mouth to speak, but only a wet gurgle emerged. He stared up at Triston, choking on his own blood, the flicker of defiance finally extinguished as his gaze began to lose focus.Triston stood over him, unmoving, a predator watching the last breath leave the body of his enemy. And when Reyes’s hand finally fell limp and his chest stopped rising, only then did Triston lift his head toward the sky and release a slow, thunderous growl that echoed through the hall. It was not a cry of triumph, it was a warning, the alpha had claimed his vengeance then he fixed his eyes on the falls Nyxorian Alpha as he approached him."This is for Annora’s body you desecrated," Triston snarled, his voice a low rumble laced with wrath and grief. Still in his wolf form, he stepped forward and planted

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Together

Two years had passed since the final battle, and the once divided lands of Elyrian and Nyxoria now stood united under a single banner. Peace had not come easily, but it had come, and with it the slow and steady work of rebuilding what war had torn apart. Villages scorched by fire, homes shattered by conflict, lives fractured by grief—all were being stitched back together, piece by piece, under the watchful eyes of the new regime.The grand throne room of the Elyrian castle now served as the central seat of power for both kingdoms. Sunlight streamed in through tall stained-glass windows, casting softened colors over the long stone table where the Deltas had gathered. Maps and ledgers were scattered across the surface, ink still wet on pages cataloguing food reserves, medical supply routes, and construction efforts for Nyxorian villages devastated in the conflict.Jaxon stood at the head of the table, strong and composed, dressed in formal robes bearing the crest of both kingdoms interw

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All Chapters of Wolf's Bane: Moonlit Forbidden: Chapter 221 - Chapter 225

You Came

Not Here. Not Yet

Victory

Cold And Quiet

Together