Semua Bab Savage Vows: Claimed by the Lycan King : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Kael cradled Aria’s body in his arms, heart hammering like war drums. The light spilling from her chest blazed brighter, casting wild shadows across the broken earth. Her body trembled violently, caught between the light and the dark, between herself and something… else. “Aria,” Kael whispered, brushing sweat-damp hair from her face. “Stay with me. Fight it.” But she didn’t respond. Her eyes had turned milky white, her lips slightly parted. The voice that had escaped her seconds ago didn’t belong to her—and that terrified him more than the cracking earth beneath their feet. “Elric!” Kael barked. “Get her away from the fissure—now!” But before anyone could move, a blast of force erupted from Aria’s chest, sending Kael, Elric, and the scouts flying back. Zareth alone remained standing, his midnight robes fluttering around him like wings. “She’s entering the Merge,” he said grimly. Kael stumbled to his feet, blood trickling from his brow. “The what?” “The threshold between r

The Voice Beneath the FlameAria froze.The voice hadn’t come from the guardian towering over Kael.It hadn’t come from the shadows, or from the crumbling walls of the ancient altar chamber.It had come from inside the flame.Inside her.Kael’s knees buckled beneath the weight of the guardian’s molten blade, veins bulging as he snarled through clenched teeth. The creature loomed over him like a demon carved from ash and nightmare, its face an eyeless, burning skull.“Aria!” he growled, struggling to hold it off. “Now would be a great time to finish that damn Rite!”But Aria barely heard him.The golden flame circling her crackled and twisted, warping with every second she stood frozen. The voice inside her flared again, deeper this time, colder—inhuman.“You were never meant to bear it alone.”“Who are you?” Aria whispered, her voice trembling.Zareth spun toward her, eyes wide. “You heard it, didn’t you?”She nodded slowly. “It’s in the flame.”Zareth went pale. “Then it’s begun.”Th

Chapter 45 – The Gate That Shouldn’t Be OpenedThe sigil glowed brighter on Aria’s palm—an unnatural burn of violet over gold, twisting with every heartbeat.Kael stared at it, unable to move, his mind refusing to accept what was right in front of him.“No,” he whispered, stepping toward her. “Aria, this... this isn’t you.”Aria’s gaze was locked on her hand, her expression unreadable. She didn’t look possessed. Didn’t look evil. But she didn’t look entirely Aria, either.Behind her, Elira staggered to her feet, blood still dribbling from her mouth, her grin splitting her broken face.“You thought you stopped me,” Elira croaked, spitting blood onto the ground. “But you were the key all along. You just needed to be pushed hard enough.”Kael drew his blade again, but it flickered—like even the metal couldn’t decide if it should stand against what had just been unleashed.Zareth’s voice cut the tension. “That symbol… that’s not just a gate. That’s a bind.”“A what?” Elric asked, panting

The Mirror BeastKael didn’t breathe.Couldn’t.The harbinger in front of him—its face was his. His eyes, his scars, his expression carved into that monstrous frame like a twisted mockery of who he was.It grinned. He grinned.Then it lunged.Kael barely dodged, rolling beneath the swipe of the massive clawed arm that tore through the Hollow Plane’s ashen earth like butter. He came up hard, blade in hand, but already the creature was circling, moving with terrifying precision.“Not real,” Kael muttered under his breath, heart hammering. “Not real. Just part of this place. Just a—”“Reflection,” the harbinger said, voice warped but unmistakably his own. “You brought me with you, Kael. I was always in here. Festering.”It tapped its chest with one clawed finger. “Same guilt. Same rage. Same weakness.”Kael gritted his teeth and struck.The blade sank in—deep, slicing clean across the thing’s ribs—but instead of blood, the wound bled smoke. Shadow. And the creature barely flinched.Kael

The Eyes That RememberThe silence that filled the underground chamber after Kael and Aria's return was unlike anything Elric had ever known. It wasn't peace. It wasn't relief.It was dread.The kind that crawled up your spine and made your skin itch like something unseen was breathing against your neck.Kael lay crumpled on one side of the shattered summoning circle, his breathing shallow but steady. His chest rose and fell with the slow drag of exhaustion, blood still drying along his jaw. He looked like he’d been through ten wars—and somehow survived all of them by the skin of his teeth.But it was Aria Elric couldn't stop staring at.She hadn't moved since the blinding light had vanished. Her skin glowed faintly, not golden like the magic that had returned her—but silver, cold, and pulsing in rhythm with the sigil etched along her arm. The Hollow King's mark hadn't disappeared.It had changed.It now shimmered like mercury, alive under her skin. Not a curse. Not a wound.A bond."