All Chapters of The Prince Of The Lycans My Mate Dark Secrets: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Three weeks went by after the Veil was sealed. The quiet that came after the war felt louder than the fighting. Silver More stood there. She looked worn out with some parts burned and darkened, yet she remained strong. The once-proud city walls now bore scars of claw and flame, rune and ruin, yet the people walked its streets with reverence. They were no longer just survivors. They were witnesses to the impossible.The creature from beyond the Veil disappeared. It was consumed by a mix of the Seven. The Gate was sealed tightly. The land around it used to be called the Wounded Vale. Now it shines like glass. The terrain was forever altered. Trees stood frozen in a single moment of growth. Rivers bent unnaturally around invisible barriers. And no birds flew overhead.The war was over. The price of peace was still unknown. Aelin stood on the rebuilt eastern wall.Her hair was pulled back in a simple braid. She wore a plain leather tunic instead of armor. Although her sword was still by

A small shake started. It was gentle like the ground moving under tree roots. Orin, the child connected to the Earth, sensed it before anyone else did. He’d been meditating at the edge of the Stillmark, palms pressed to the cracked soil that once bore the weight of the Veil’s anchor. Now it trembled, almost pulsing beneath his skin. Like a whisper in stone.He opened his eyes slowly. The camp was quiet. The children were either asleep or doing their own calming activities. Behind him, the gate stood tall. The moonlight cast shadows on it. It looked like a guard from a long time ago.Orin didn’t speak often. He woke up in Fellspire. He didn’t say much, but people knew he understood. He listened closely and thought about everything around him. He knew things. Not from books, nor the teachings of Aelin or Seraphine, but from the rhythm of the earth itself.And right now, that rhythm was wrong.He rose and walked barefoot toward the center of the Stillmark. The grass here refused to grow,

Pain was not the first thing Aelin felt. It was heavy.As if the entirety of the sky had sunk into her bones.Seven hands gripped the sphere in unison. The instant they had committed to the choice—to divide the Flame rather than destroy or seal—it had reacted not as a relic but as a living force. It pierced them. Reached inside. Drew everything out that it needed and returned something… else.The light had blinded them. The sound had shattered every natural law. And now, silence reigned.Aelin opened her eyes, gasping.The others lay sprawled on the crystal floor of the ancient chamber, their bodies steaming with residual light. Rian groaned. Seraphine stirred. Jayden rolled to his side, coughing.But something had changed.They were no longer just riders from Silver More or descendants of the fallen lineages of Theras.They were marked.Aelin sat up, clutching her chest. Where once her pendant had rested was now a sigil—burned into her skin, luminous and shifting like living ink. She

Maelor stood in the middle of a world that was breaking apart. His staff glowed with ancient runes that hadn’t shone in a thousand years. The sky above him moved like torn silk, revealing something huge, dark, and hungry. Around him, the Fold was unstable with mirrorlands fading in and out of sight.Aelin struggled to stand up, her legs weak from everything that had just happened. “You—you’re supposed to be dead,” she gasped.Maelor turned his head a little, and shadows wrapped around him like smoke. “Death is not so final when the Gate opens.”Behind them, the Mirrorborn hissed, her blade gleaming with phantom fire. “You should not be here, Maelor. You were barred.”“I barred myself,” he replied coldly. “To keep what sleeps from waking. But someone tampered with the weave.”Aelin’s fingers twitched toward her sword. “What weave?”“The tether that binds time, magic, and fate. Someone unraveled it. Deliberately.”The Mirrorborn said nothing. But her smirk was enough.“She's not just a

The sky ripped apart like burning paper. A huge figure came through the fiery opening. It was so strange that even the Nameless One looked small beside it.It did not walk. It arrived. Its presence didn’t fill the world—it rewrote it.Aelin stood paralyzed, the pendant Maelor had given her burning against her skin. Around her, Cassian Jayden and Seraphine stood silent. They felt the presence of this being like a heavy mountain on their minds.The figure wore a robe made of living fire. Its face was hidden by a helm made from stardust and time. The body was not made of flesh; instead, it sparkled with light and dark bones covered in ancient runes. Its eyes looked like swirling galaxies.The being raised a hand, and suddenly the wind stopped.Cassian was the first to find his voice. “What... what is that?”The Mirrorborn took a trembling step back. “It’s not from the Veil.”“No,” Aelin whispered. “It’s older.”She felt something deep inside her. It was a memory that wasn't hers. It was