All Chapters of The Prince Of The Lycans My Mate Dark Secrets: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The chamber trembled as the figure emerged fully from the fractured circle.It was not the storm of voices and shadows Maelor had once been. This was worse—far worse. The abyss had given him clarity. The formless legion had condensed into something focused, a body shaped to strike. The stag-masked face from Aelin’s visions now bore features of molten silver, a mockery of humanity that gleamed with a terrible beauty. His robes shimmered like liquid night, each fold swallowing light.Every step he took was silence itself. The circle’s runes hissed and bled away beneath his feet.Aelin’s chest burned as if a spear had been driven through her heart. The bond with Cassian thrashed violently, tugged toward the creature as though it recognized him as part of its own creation. She clutched at the pain, but her knees buckled.Cassian caught her before she fell. His arms shook from the strain, his golden aura flickering like a dying lantern. “He’s tethered to us. That’s why he has form. He’s us

The glyph’s spiraling light filled the Chamber of Echoes, casting sharp shadows across the rune-carved walls. Aelin’s palms hovered above the crystal, her chest heaving, her eyes burning with both fury and dread. The bond sang inside her like a violin string pulled taut, vibrating with every ounce of Cassian’s pain.But underneath, threaded into that same connection, Maelor’s cold laughter licked at her mind like icy fire.“Cut me free, little wolf. You want to save him? Then do it. Your desperation is the key.”Her knees trembled. Every instinct screamed to push her hands down, to unleash the power glowing beneath her. But Jayden’s warning voice cut through the haze:“Aelin, wait!” His boots echoed as he stumbled toward her, shadows clawing at the edges of the chamber. “If you use the glyph without control, you’ll unravel everything—his bond, your bond, even the one you don’t want to touch.”“That’s the point!” she shouted back, tears streaking her dirt-streaked face. “If I don’t, Ma

The light consumed everything. Aelin could neither scream nor breathe as the rift dragged her through its heart. Her body twisted, weightless, caught between fire and frost, shadow and brilliance. She reached for her sword, but even that was gone—burned to nothing by the surge.Then, suddenly, there was silence.Her feet touched ground—or what passed for ground.She stood on a vast expanse of glass-like stone that stretched into forever. The sky was neither dark nor light, but an endless, rippling silver sheen, as though someone had painted moonlight across water and stretched it overhead.And she was alone.Her breath rasped in her throat. Her chest ached as if something vital had been ripped from it. She reached for the bond—to Cassian, to her mother, to Jayden.Nothing.No warmth, no tug, no whisper. The silence was louder than any roar.Panic surged. She clutched at her chest, falling to her knees. Had she been severed from them? Had she been pulled into some exile between realms

The world narrowed to a single breath.Aelin stood trembling in the shattered square, fire writhing through her veins, her knees threatening to buckle. Maelor’s command echoed inside her skull, louder than the screams, louder than the clash of steel and shadow.“Kneel, Aelin. Kneel—and end this war by my side.”Her golden fire flickered, weak against the swell of black flame pressing to the surface. For the first time, she wondered if it might be easier—if surrender would mean peace. No more blood. No more loss. Just power, endless and absolute.But in that moment, her gaze caught Jayden’s.He lay half-broken against the palace wall, his armor shattered, blood dripping from his temple. Yet his eyes burned with stubborn defiance, silver and shadow mingling in a storm. He didn’t beg. He didn’t command. He only looked at her as though she was the axis on which the world turned.“Aelin,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, almost lost in the chaos. “Stay with me.”Her heart stuttered.The wor

The bells of Silver More screamed.Their tolls rolled over the rooftops like thunder, drowning out even the sound of the tearing sky. The air reeked of ozone and blood before a single sword was drawn, as if the world itself anticipated slaughter.Aelin staggered to her feet in the war chamber, silver light burning beneath her skin like molten chains. Her breath came sharp, ragged, every inhale echoing with a second voice not her own. Ivy clutched her shoulders, but it was like trying to hold lightning.“Stay with me!” Ivy pleaded, shaking her. “Don’t let them in!”Aelin’s lips parted, and when she spoke, it was layered—her voice braided with an ancient tone that chilled everyone in the chamber.“We are not outside. We are within. The Gift has opened the gate. And the Gift must choose.”Jayden drew his blade, his wolf pacing just beneath the surface of his skin. “Enough!” he snarled, pointing the steel at the ceiling as if defying the heavens themselves. “You will not have her.”The li