All Chapters of Lupus Noctrine: Symphony Of The Cursed Lycan Quadruplets : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The storm hadn’t broken when they reached the old cathedral. It split open now, directly above them.Thunder cracked, a sound like God’s own fist hitting granite, rattling the remaining stained glass. Rain hammered the stone roof, filling the hollow space with the raw, metallic scent of wet ash and cold iron. Evangeline’s candlelight flickered in gasps, casting their shadows long and grotesque against the broken altar.She finished the last of the blood-and-ink rune, the copper taste of power sharp on her tongue.Xander watched her, still as a statue but coiled like a spring. His expression was a storm she couldn't name: reverence, primal hunger, and a deep-seated fear — not of her, but of the abyss she was willingly stepping into. Of the creature she was allowing herself to become to survive.She opened her mouth, a simple word of thanks already forming - and the wards shattered.Not hers, but theirs.A wave of concussive pressure rolled through the cathedral, sharp and invisible as

The moon had risen high above Sulvenis, its light spilling through the ancient towers like pale fire. The castle stood proud upon its mountain spine, its silver-stoned halls echoing with voices and laughter that felt almost foreign after days of blood and escape.Evangeline tried to tell herself the warmth was real. That the scent of roasted venison and the flicker of candles meant safety. But the deeper she breathed, the heavier her chest became. The shadows clung too close to the walls tonight.The procession earlier had been allies from other packs - a false alarm. Soon they were escorted to the main castle in the capital by familiar faces — members of the other Lycan packs who had stayed behind to guard the ancestral grounds. Some bowed as they entered the great hall, others simply stared, relief and disbelief crossing their faces when they saw Xander alive.Cassius clasped hands with the eldest warrior, Kellan, his grin almost genuine. “Didn’t think we’d be drinking again this ce

Meanwhile,The moon hung low over Sulvenis, casting the ancestral castle in stark silver and black. Its turrets pierced the night sky like claws, and the wind that whipped through the valleys carried the scent of pine, rain, and something darker—omens that whispered of battle to come. The pack moved as one across the courtyard, weapons at the ready, muscles coiled, senses sharpened. Evangeline’s heartbeat thrummed in her ears, every pulse a reminder that the hunt was not theirs alone.Xander led the charge, golden eyes glowing, aura rippling with controlled power. Behind him, Lucien flexed his claws, his body still marked by the venom but steady, controlled. Cassius and Marrow flanked the sides, blades sharp and gleaming, while Virex’s smirk flickered in the shadows, the Heart of Dracula circling lazily above his palm. Emma followed, her own magic crackling faintly, weaving wards and protective sigils around the group.They had intercepted intelligence of The Veil’s movements—agents h

The wyrm-chamber’s awakening had set every torch in the room shaking, their flames bending in the direction of a wind no one could feel but everyone sensed. The air thickened, humming with a vibration that tasted like lightning and old secrets. The pulse in the stone grew deeper, almost rhythmic, echoing from somewhere behind the murals — a throb like a distant heartbeat, ancient and patient, waiting for someone to find it.Emma lingered near the far wall while the others circled the massive wyrm-shaped table. She wasn’t searching for relics or inscriptions. Her eyes were caught by something far more fragile: a painting hanging crookedly in the shadow between two carved judges of the ancients. At first glance, it looked faded beyond recognition, just a wash of dark reds and storm-blacks smeared across the canvas. But the longer she stared at it, the more the colors seemed to move — not fluidly, but like bruises forming beneath translucent skin, so she reached out to touch it though sh

The skittering of the Wyrd Librarians was growing closer, a dry, unsettling chorus echoing through the silent, massive chamber. But Evangeline was deaf to it. Her attention was wholly consumed by the silent volume resting on the central pedestal, the title "The Anomalous Chord" burning into her mind.“Evangeline, we have to move!” Xander urged, his arm flexing as he watched the perimeter. Cassius and Selene were already forming a defensive line, while Emma stood paralyzed by the sheer, cold majesty of the archive.Evangeline finally broke away from the view, forcing herself to focus on the immediate threat. “They are drawn to chaos,” she stated, channeling her scientific logic. “We need to stabilize the energy here. Xander, sing. Not the cipher, not the battle melody. Just… harmony.”Xander hesitated, but sensing the absolute clarity in her command, he complied. He didn't use his full voice, but hummed a deep, resonant tone - a single, perfect, stabilizing frequency that vibrated in