Semua Bab The Black Wolf : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Vireya's POV He looked down at himself, awe flickering in his eyes. His voice was soft, reverent.“Vireya… my punishment has ended.”I smiled through the warm rush of tears that filled my eyes, my heart trembling with joy, and the ghost of fear that it could all vanish.But just as suddenly as the radiance had come, it began to fade. The golden glow dimmed.The regal light that had cloaked him like celestial armor disappeared. The crown dissolved into sparks. His robe, once woven softened into the familiar clothes he always wore.He looked human again.I stared at him, startled. “What’s happening?”He stepped toward me, a calm smile curving his lips. “I’m still a god,” he said gently, “but I’ve sealed away my powers. I don’t need them now.”I blinked, heart racing. “I don’t understand.”He reached out, his hand warm, grounding mine. “I can’t interfere with mortal affairs using divine power, not unless it’s the final war. Until we face Xareth I choose stay here as I am. Mortal.”A slo

Vireya's POV The news changed everything.I walked home in a daze, each step heavy with the weight of something too vast to hold. I didn’t know whether to be happy or terrified. My body had become a vessel of life, but my soul carried the mark of death. I was caught between two tides.Zevarion was pacing outside the house, his eyes wild with worry. He had returned early from his hunt and found me gone.“Vireya!” he rushed to me, gripping my arms gently, scanning my face. “Where were you?”I forced a smile through the numbness clinging to me like frost. “I’m… pregnant, Zev.”For a heartbeat, he just stared. Then laughter. A raw, uninhibited sound burst from his chest as he hugged me and swept me off my feet. His arms wrapped around me with such joy.“I’m going to be a father?” he whispered, eyes shining with wonder.I nodded, and the tears that had gathered finally spilled. I laughed through them, letting the moment lift me.He carried me inside like I was made of glass and set me dow

Vireya's POVWhen we reached the center hall, the High Witch of Iskareth stood waiting, her black robes flowing like liquid shadow. Her eyes widened the moment they landed on me.“We have scores to settle,” I said, lifting my chin, “but if we don’t fight the demon who stole your Heartstones, he’ll come for your lives next.”Her jaw tightened, but she didn’t speak.Zevarion stepped forward. “We’re gathering allies. This isn’t just our fight, it’s the world’s. We need all of us. Even you.”Silence. The witches watched us from the shadows, unreadable. Finally, after a long conversation with Zevarion, the leader nodded once.“We will fight,” she said, “but if, when the war is over, the Heartstones are not returned to us…”Her voice dropped to a chilling whisper. “I’ll take you, Vireya. Body, soul, and power.”I stared at her for a moment, then scoffed softly. “Deal.”And just like that we had an army.We when to to Nocthra Vane, shadow warriors who Xareth once bargained with, they joined

Vireya's POV Eventually, the storm of chaos died down. The whirlwind of dust settled into silence, and I dared to open my eyes.He was staring at me.Not with the eyes I’d known before, but with something far more terrifying, his eyes blazed.Not metaphorically blazed. Flames danced in them, alive and cruel, licking at the edges of his pupils like he’d been set alight from within.“I underestimated you,” he said, chuckling darkly.And that laughter chilled my blood more than any scream could.He entered the cell and took the stone then before I could move, he lunged forward and grabbed me by the hair, his fingers yanking hard, snapping my neck back. I cried out, striking his arm, clawing at his grip, but it was like hitting stone. He dragged me through the corridor like a rag doll, my feet scraping against the floor.I barely had time to register the outside world before he threw me onto the steps in front of the castle doors. My body hit hard, my back knocking against the ground.A

Vireya’s POV My heart shattered as I watched them fight, Zevarion, my light, standing tall against the monster who had torn our world apart.He was strong and fierce. Every move he made was threaded with divine power. But Xareth… Xareth was stronger. And I could see it, Zevarion knew. He was buying time for something.I looked toward him, desperate. There was no way I could retrieve the Soulspike now, not without taking it from his body. The thought of Zevarion dying made my soul quake. The idea of raising our child without him it was too cruel.Some of our warriors stormed in to aid him, their weapons drawn and eyes burning with courage. But with a flick of Xareth’s hand, they were cast aside like leaves in a storm, their bodies hitting stone with sickening thuds.Then the moon began to rise, slow and dreadful, high above the battlefield. And Xareth rose with it.He floated into the air, his body changing, stretching, warping. His true form bled through the seams of his disguise. No