Semua Bab Lupus Noctrine: Symphony Of The Cursed Lycan Quadruplets : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Night had bled into the bones of the city.The streets around the Hollowmere District were cordoned off by rusting barricades and silent red drones. Old construction signs still flickered with lies.“Foundation Collapse. Danger: Structural Unstable. Do Not Enter.” But the true danger was buried beneath the concrete. And it was calling to Evangeline like a drumbeat under her skin.The Hollow Song was near... so close now she could taste it.She adjusted the black leather gloves on her hands, flexing her fingers as if the song lived beneath her nails. The custom mask covered the lower half of her face - charcoal silk sewn with runic thread, enchanted to blur facial recognition.Emma stood beside her, similarly masked, eyes sharp above the fabric.“You good?” Evangeline asked under her breath.“I’m following you into a government-sealed ruin possibly filled with blood-drinking monsters,” Emma replied. “So yeah, totally fine.”Evangeline gave a tight smile.Selene led the group forward t

The quiet after the storm was always the loudest.Evangeline stood on the edge of the city’s skyline, overlooking the shadowed streets below. The night felt quieter now, less frenetic than it had before. The agents, the Song, the chaos - they felt like they belonged to a past self. But the five notes on her palm - scorched into her skin like a new brand - reminded her daily that there was no turning back.She exhaled, watching the breeze lift her hair as the city lights blurred into soft halos."Ready to go?" Xander’s voice broke through her thoughts. He stood behind her, leaning against the metal railing, his dark eyes studying her. “Everything’s in place.”“I’m ready.”bEvangeline nodded, brushing her hand across the scarred line of her palm. He’d done it through illusion magic; the world thought she had disappeared for a month-long sabbatical... ust simple trick, and a few well-placed whispers. To the outside world, Evangeline Cross was simply taking time away from the medical wor

Sulvenis,The Ancestral Grounds of the Lycan Bloodline,Twilight clung to the treetops like ash.In the sacred territory of Sulvenis, where bloodlines echoed in the earth and magic lingered like fog, the four Lycan siblings stood on the cliffs above the Vale of the Moon, each silent with a grief they dared not name.Xander's arms were crossed tightly over his chest, golden eyes scanning the horizon as if it might deliver her back to him.Two months.It's been two months since Evangeline Cross had looked him in the eye and said, “I need space.”And they had let her go.“She doesn’t write,” Lucien muttered, pacing behind them, his boots cracking dried leaves. “No texts, no messages, not even through the Bloodline bond.”“Maybe she’s just trying to heal,” Selene said, her voice strained despite the calm. “Don’t twist the blade deeper than it already is.”Cassius sat on a low stone, elbows resting on his knees, watching the others with quiet fatigue. “We didn’t just lose her,” he murmure

The moon was bleeding behind the clouds, casting a sickly glow across the clearing where everything had gone wrong.Selene could feel the silver burning through her fur, blistering her skin beneath. The cuffs dug deep into her wrists, hissing where they met flesh. Her body convulsed with every breath, each inhale tainted by smoke, blood, and something worse - fear. The kind she hadn’t felt since she was a pup.All around her, the lycan quads were down. Cassius was half-shifted, his beast fighting to break through but collapsing again under a silver-tipped spear pinning his shoulder. Lucien lay sprawled near a fallen tree, blood soaking into the earth beneath him. Beta Darius was still trying to drag himself up with a shattered leg, and Xander — gods, have mercy on him - was unconscious, one eye swollen shut, his chest barely rising.They had been ambushed by hunters... and not just any hunters - ones who knew who they were, how to trap them, how to sever their connection to the Moons

The silver masks clung to their faces like second skin - not just to hide their identities, but to shield them from the creeping madness that hung over the ruins like a curse. Forged from moon-drenched metal and etched with protective runes Evangeline had carved herself, the masks pulsed faintly with enchantments designed to repel the Veil’s influence. Even so, with every step they took deeper into the desecrated remnants of the lycan sanctuary, the weight of the air grew heavier, denser — like they were walking through a memory that refused to die.Evangeline’s breath fogged the inside of her mask, her footsteps muffled by the ash-slick ground. Emma moved beside her in silence, her fingers twitching around a blade dipped in wolfsbane and ashroot. Cassius said no weapons worked on the Veil-born creatures — but the sisters weren't taking any chances.The ruins spread out like a battlefield frozen mid-slaughter. Cracked stone arches rose and fell across what had once been a sacred war