All Chapters of The Prince Of The Lycans My Mate Dark Secrets: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The sky screamed.That was the only way Aelin could describe it. The rift above Silver More tore wider, lightning cracking in endless streaks, silver fire bleeding into black shadow. The world itself seemed to convulse.And from that wound in the heavens, a hand emerged.It was enormous, each finger woven of light and darkness, shimmering as though made of both flame and frost. The hand pressed against the fabric of reality, warping it, bending it. The air split with the sound of ripping cloth, only it was the sound of the sky itself being torn apart.The people of Silver More fell to their knees in horror. Some wept openly. Others muttered prayers to long-forgotten gods. The bravest tried to hold their weapons steady, though their arms trembled as if weighed down by the enormity of what they faced.The Weaver had arrived.Aelin clutched her chest, her pulse racing like a drumbeat too fast for her body to contain. The silver fire that had burned inside her surged again, unbidden, spil

The silence after Aelin’s collapse lasted only a breath.Then the sky split with shrieks.The first of the creatures leapt from the rift in a blur of shadow and burning silver, its limbs long and jagged like broken spears. It landed atop the palace roof, tearing stone free with its claws. A second dropped behind it, then five, then ten, until the sky boiled with their descent.The city broke.Wolves howled warnings. Witches flung fire and wards into the air, their spells colliding with the falling monsters in bursts of crimson and gold. Soldiers raised their blades, shields locking into desperate walls. The bells of Silver More rang in furious alarm, a cry that carried across mountains and rivers.But Ivy’s world narrowed to the limp weight of her daughter in her arms.Aelin’s glow was gone. Her breaths came shallow, almost invisible. Her small fingers twitched against Ivy’s sleeve, as though even unconscious, she fought to cling to life.“Stay with me, baby,” Ivy whispered, her tears

When the light finally dimmed, Silver More was no longer the same city.Ash drifted in the air like snow. Streets once crowded with soldiers and civilians were choked in silence, the corpses of monstrous things dissolving into smoke where Aelin’s power had touched them. Entire sections of the palace walls had collapsed under the blast, yet still, miraculously, many of the people lived. Wolves staggered to their feet, dazed, their eyes shining with awe and terror.At the center of it all stood Aelin.Her body hovered an inch above the cracked stone, her small frame radiant with lingering strands of silver fire. Her hair streamed in a halo around her face, and her eyes—goddess, her eyes—blazed brighter than the moon. She looked both herself and something more, something not meant for mortal soil.Jayden was the first to move. He forced himself upright, blood drying on his chest, his legs trembling under his weight. “Aelin,” he rasped, voice torn from shouting and smoke.Ivy was already

The world broke apart in light.Not dawn. Not moonlight. Something older, harsher—like the inside of a star tearing open. It didn’t shine; it burned. A roar of white swallowed everything—the ground, the sky, the scream that had been caught in Aelin’s throat. For a heartbeat—or maybe a lifetime—there was no up or down, no sound or air, just a pulse that beat like a god’s heartbeat inside her ribs.Aelin hung in the middle of it, weightless and yet pinned in place by light that wrapped around her body. The tether—those threads of living power that bound her to her parents—tightened until she felt them sear beneath her skin. It hurt. It hurt. She tried to breathe, but the air was made of fire. The power inside her kept climbing, pushing, clawing to get out.She screamed. Or maybe she only thought she did. The sound vanished into the light.And then, everything collapsed.Darkness slammed back, thick and heavy.Aelin hit the ground hard, stone cracking under her shoulder. The taste of ash

The silence after the battle was worse than the screams. It spread over the valley like a shroud, heavy with smoke and the smell of iron. The sky still glowed faintly where the Veil had been torn, pale threads of light webbing through the clouds, pulsing like a dying heartbeat. The wolves moved among the ruins in near silence, carrying the wounded, burying the fallen, their fur streaked with ash and blood.Aelin sat at the edge of the shattered field, staring at her hands. They were shaking again. Not from exhaustion, but from what she’d felt when the Echo spoke through her—the way the fire had obeyed her command like it knew her, like it had waited for her all along. Her palms still burned faintly, as if the memory of it lingered beneath her skin. Every few heartbeats, the mark on her chest flickered with faint gold light.Behind her, her mother’s voice carried softly. “She hasn’t spoken since it ended.”Aelin didn’t have to look to know Ivy was watching her from the shadows of the