All Chapters of The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

In the woods, Lylah ran at full speed. But it wasn’t enough. Behind her, she heard the soldiers, already in full shift, gaining on her.*Lylah. Full shift. Now.*"No.**Stop being stubborn! They’ll catch us if you don’t!*Lylah had always refused to let Nyx take full control. Even in the Arena, during the worst of fights, she held back.*This isn’t the time for grudges!* Nyx roared.“Fine,” Lylah growled reluncantly.She leapt over a cliff, and mid-air, her body cracked and snapped into her wolf form, bones reshaping, fur exploding outward.She landed hard on four paws. Her speed surged.After nearly an hour of intense chase, the soldiers finally fell behind, but she kept going.*We’re safe,* Nyx said, glancing back.But just as Lylah leapt over another ridge, her instincts screamed danger.Mid-air, her blue glowing eyes met with a familiar figure mid air, crouched with a long, spine-black iron launcher carved with ancient symbols. It hissed softly, almost alive.A weapon Lylah had ne

The travel distant stretched. Hours turned into days. Desert, mountains, rivers, forests—they crossed through all in their journey. They even took secret caves and hidden routes that had existed for years.It's no surprise the wolves weren't able to trace them.Now, they were in a cave, sitting around a fire with small camps set up to spend the night.They had been traveling non-stop, only taking a few hours’ break to feed the horses.Their horses looked a bit different—larger, leaner, with stronger legs. Their frames were covered in protective silver thread, likely meant to shield them from the harshness of their realm.Lylah had barely said a word to them since threatening Drakora, and thankfully, they gave her space. Otherwise, she might’ve sounded so fucking rude.The fallen goddess had refused to give her any information, insisting they reach their realm first.“Here’s yours,” Cal said, handing her a tray of roasted bush meat. The twelve-year-old kid had been the only one speaki

It all ended that day. Hope lost, dreams crushed, bonds destroyed. Trapped within four walls with nothing but an aching heart—torment became her reality. Freedom was gone, and survival came only through blood staining her hands.Lylah thought her life would remain that way—the relentless voice in her head calling her a failure, pushing her to seek revenge or even end her own life.Twists had always come, she knew… but not like this.Not in the form of a five-year-old boy staring back at her.His hair was dark with strands of silver, one side hanging adorably over his eye. His eyes were golden amber—just like Duncan’s—but when the light hit them, you could unmistakably see the silver ring circling the outer edge of his pupils, giving him the rarest kind of gaze.His posture was regal, just like the royalty he was. His features were sharp like Duncan’s but softened with the roundness of his mother’s.Lylah didn’t realize a tear had slipped down her cheek.“His second name is Rheal,” Dra

Zav swallowed hard.Eryz clenched his jaw.None of them had expected this to come so soon. A war between the two realms… was happening tomorrow.“They have a much larger army than we do. Should we just find somewhere to hide?”“No. They’ll find us. We’ve prepared for this,” Drakora said.“Not enough, Goddess…”“We fight,” Drakora insisted, and Eryz sighed in reluctant agreement. “Gather the fighters. We need to strengthen our strategy.”Though clearly concerned and skeptical, Zav hid his fear and nodded. “I’ll gather as many as I can find.”He mounted a horse and rode toward the small town at the northern wing.•••••••••Lylah had heard everything, and her heart kept pounding at the thought of the war happening tomorrow.This war was none other than Valoreth's doing, and she wasn’t going to just sit still and watch innocent people die because she couldn’t fulfill one task.Reaching the cave, she stared for a long time, pacing with ragged breaths.The burn on her leg still stung, but t

Hands grabbed weapons, all in haste. Hair tied in a bun. Marks drawn on their faces. Whispers of prayers to the heavens. Lylah wondered if the moon goddess could actually hear prayers. What does she look like anyway? "I heard you were a sister to the moon goddess," Lylah said to Drakora. "What's she like?" Lylah was playing with her dagger; the combat wear Sylra had stitched for her suited her perfectly, cladding her lean-built frame. She had plenty of daggers hidden in her straps. There was no fear in her eyes, but a hint of excitement. It had been a while since she had spilled blood. Deep down, she knew this wasn't the end for them. "We were. But after I was cast down to Earth, I barely had memories of her. In fact, I'd say none. All I was reminded of was what I had done." Lylah nodded, wondering what might have happened if Drakora hadn't interfered. Which realm would have won? Of course, the Dragon realm. Imagine one dragon, Lily.. Large and so terrifying. Not to men