The Lycan Prince's Blood のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

Theon's mother adjusts again in her seat, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her shawl, eyes darting from one corner of the room to the other as if trying to pick up something invisible in the air. Her gaze finally settles on Lumina, who stands by the hearth grinding a pale root into paste with far more force than needed.“You should let a maid do that.” Nana says quietly, voice low but firm. “But then, it seems none of this is working.”Lumina doesn’t respond right away. Her jaw is clenched, and she keeps grinding. The bitter scent of the herb rises with the heat from the small fire, but even she knows it’s useless. She’s tried everything—fever reducers, psychic barriers, cleansing spells, even ancient Lycan remedies that aren’t supposed to mix with witch magic but were worth a shot. Nothing has changed.The girl twin still cries into the night, her little body trembling under blankets no matter how tightly she’s held. And the boy twin, the one who first fell ill, barely moves at

Still in the room where the mirror had shattered, it is silent except for the soft scratch of parchment against stone. Dust floats in the golden afternoon light slanting through the arched window, slicing the air like thin blades. Bianca doesn’t notice the chill crawling across her skin. Her fingers are buried deep in the pile of old scrolls sprawled out across the marble floor of Lumina’s private study.She had already gone through the bookshelves, torn through drawers that hadn’t been opened in years, even lifted the corner of the ancient rug covering the stone floor—but nothing felt useful until now.Her hand pauses over an older scroll, different from the rest. It isn’t sealed, just loosely rolled and tied with a frayed red string. The parchment is brittle, the edges browned with age, but when she unrolls it, her heart skips.It's an old scroll their coven used to discern things unseen... She draws magical signs on it with her finger dipped in animal blood.One name appears a seco

The door bursts open with a sharp clang against the wall.Theon steps in first, a tall frame filling the threshold, his shadow stretching across the room. Bernardo is right behind him, his boots scuffing against the polished floor as if they ran all the way here.Theon’s eyes land on the boy lying motionless on the couch. For a heartbeat, he freezes. Then he’s moving, long strides closing the distance until he’s kneeling beside him.“What happened?” His voice is low but edged, the kind that carries more danger than when he shouts. His gaze flicks to his wife, sharp and searching, almost accusing.She swallows, glancing from the boy’s pale face to her husband’s tense one. “He collapsed. It started with a fever… or at least I thought it was a fever. But then—” She hesitates, fingers tightening in the hem of her dress. “It’s not normal, Theon. I can feel it. Something’s… wrong.”Bernardo steps closer, glancing between them. “We were just outside when we heard—”But Theon cuts him off wit

Theon doesn’t get the chance to step closer to the window.The wind changes—sharp, carrying a stench that makes his Lycan bare its teeth inside him. Wet fur. Unwashed bodies. The copper tang of blood. It slides down his throat like a warning.Then the sound hits. Feet pounding earth. The dull rhythm builds fast, layered with low snarls that break the silence in jagged bursts. His instincts prickle, too many steps, they are close.“Move,” Theon snaps, turning from the corpse. His voice is deep and sharp, an alpha tone that is unquestionable.Bernardo’s hand is already on his dagger, the grip familiar, worn from years of use. His eyes narrow toward the back door. “We’ve got company.” His tone is calm, but the faint tilt of his chin tells Theon he’s already counted at least four separate directions of approach.The first shape breaks from the treeline—massive, fur matted, eyes wild. A rogue wolf. Then another. And another. By the time Theon’s claws extend, there are seven of them, fannin

The air in the room feels heavier after they realized Adiorina must have blocked all links to reach her."We have to summon Melissa." Lumina says, Bianca's eyes lit up."That will require enough energy to call on the dead, is not just a soul, a soul buried in a curse..." Bianca warns."I have no choice Bianca, I am desperate... I can't watch my child suffer so much..."The women nod in agreement.The smell of burnt sage lingers, curling through the dim space as they prepare what's needed. Channeling the link Lumina had with Arwan who is a direct blood to Melissa. "Are you sure it will work..." The young messenger ask."If Arwan was once bound to the Queen Mother, there's always a trace left. That's why you must be careful who you connect with, whether physically or spiritually." Ardan who used to be one of Latifa's witches explains.No one moves at first. Lumina’s eyes are fixed on the center of the table where the bowl of darkened water reflects the flicker of candlelight. The other