All Chapters of The Lycan Prince's Blood : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The clearing is too quiet now.Dead leaves scatter at Theon’s feet as he steps forward, slow and deliberate, claws twitching at his sides. His breathing is steady, but not calm. There’s a rhythm to it—tight, controlled, but thick with the kind of restraint that can snap.Across from him, Arwan watches with a small, bitter smile playing on his lips. Like he’s already won. His robe sways gently with the wind, and beneath it, his fingers flex with an unnatural twitch, as if they itch to pull something dark from the air.They stand several paces apart, the battlefield stretched open around them, a circle carved out by death and war and the weight of everything that’s come before this moment. Behind Theon, the sound of battle has faded into a dull, distant throb—like the earth itself is holding its breath.Arwan breaks the silence first.“You’re slower than I thought you'd be,” he says, casual, like they’re old friends. “Must be age. Or maybe the weight of being Alpha is finally dragging y

The sky is darker than it should be for this hour. Not night. Not a storm. Just... off. The kind of wrong that makes your skin crawl before your brain even catches up. The air stinks of burnt earth and something old—something dead that keeps pretending it's still alive.Arwan had suddenly disappeared from where they were, probably to avoid being attacked and weakening his army.The ground shakes again, not from footsteps, but from magic. It rolls through NorthHill like a low drumbeat that won’t stop.Bianca stands in the middle of it all.Her hair is wild, clinging to her face in wet strands. Her arms are raised high, the tips of her fingers glowing silver as she maintains the shimmering dome of energy above the warriors. The shield pulses every few seconds, each wave sending tiny sparks into the air. It holds—for now.She breathes heavily, sweat sliding down her temple. Her lips tremble, but she doesn’t stop. Can’t stop.“You’ve got one hour,” she murmurs to herself.Then she turns a

The ground doesn’t shake when the Lycan moves—no, it trembles. Deep, like something old and angry is stirring under the surface. Theon's claws scrape against the bloodied dirt as he stumbles back to his feet, eyes burning, ribs heaving. His breath is loud in his ears, louder than the monster’s growls, louder than Arwan’s amusement echoing behind it.But he doesn’t move fast enough.The beast lunges with unnatural speed, and before Theon can blink, it has him.The Lycan’s massive claw wraps around his neck, lifting him clean off the ground like he weighs nothing. His feet dangle. His claws scratch the air. No grip, no balance, just panic setting in as the pressure on his windpipe tightens.Theon lets out a choked sound—half growl, half gasp.His vision blurs.Pain rushes into his skull as blood fights to reach his brain. His mouth opens, but no air gets in. Just the sour taste of copper. His body kicks out on instinct, but the beast doesn’t budge.His claws rake uselessly at the arm ho

The air thickens like storm clouds pressing low against the earth. Every breath Lumina takes feels heavier, soaked in magic and sweat. Her fingers twitch by her side, pulsing faintly with blue light. She doesn’t move yet. She watches.Arwan is staring at her again.That same look. That quiet smugness in his eyes, as if he’s already crawling back into her head. As if he knows how to find the cracks.“You think you’re free,” he says, stepping forward, slow and sure, each footfall crunching on ash and broken branches. “But I’m still there. You’ll never shake me off.”Lumina doesn’t answer. Her jaw is clenched tight. Her body trembles, but not from fear.From fury.Her breath comes sharp. She feels the tug again—small at first. A whisper brushing the edges of her consciousness. A flicker of darkness pushing past her defenses like smoke through a cracked door.Her hands shake.“Don’t fight me,” Arwan murmurs. “You’ll lose again.”His voice echoes in her skull now. A slither. A pressure beh

The battlefield is quiet now.Too quiet.Ash settles on the ground like dust after an explosion. The scent of burnt fur and magic still hangs in the air, thick and hard to breathe through. Warriors stand in clusters, some injured, some untouched, all silent as they look toward the center where Lumina lies motionless in Theon’s arms.Bianca kneels beside them, her robes stained with blood and dirt, strands of her hair clinging to her face. She doesn’t say anything right away. Her fingers hover just above Lumina’s chest, glowing softly.She closes her eyes and breathes in slowly.Then she begins.Low murmurs slip from her mouth, ancient words, the rhythm slow and precise. Her fingers start to glow brighter, the light extending in soft pulses that touch Lumina’s skin like feathers.But Lumina doesn’t move.Not even a twitch.Theon watches every second, his jaw clenched so hard the muscles in his face twitch. His hands don’t leave Lumina’s body. One cradles the back of her head, the other