All Chapters of Aurora and the ruthless Lycan king: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Without warning, a terrible silence fell.It was unnatural. Too complete.One moment the battlefield howled with bloodlust and fire—screams, snarls, explosions of power and death. The next, the very air stilled. As if the war had paused. As if the battlefield itself held its breath.Then it happened.The twisted wolves—those who had been stitched together by shadow magic, reanimated with curses and bound to Nora’s army—froze.Their red-glowing eyes flickered.They began to shake violently, legs convulsing, mouths foaming black. The rot that clung to their flesh began to melt, seeping into the earth with a hiss. One let out a horrible, broken howl—and then dropped, stone-dead.Then another.Then all of them.Across the battlefield, the undead fell in rapid succession, crumbling to the dirt, blackened blood pooling around them. In seconds, what had once been Nora’s front wave of terror was nothing but heaps of rotting flesh and withered fur, the magic that had sustained them suddenly go

But something was wrong.Aurora’s head lolled against his shoulder, her limbs limp, her body suddenly far too still. Her breathing—shallow. Too shallow.“Aurora?” Aries whispered, shaking her gently. “Aurora, look at me.”Nothing.No response.Her eyes fluttered once, but only halfway open. Then—closed again. Her body slumped completely in his arms.“Aurora!” he shouted, panic seizing him like ice water in his lungs. “Aurora, stay with me! Stay with me!”Allie was the first to reach him, blood on her brow. “What’s happening?”“She’s not waking up,” Aries choked. “She’s not—she’s not waking up!”Iris and Bella ran to his side while Thom, Kael, and Mike formed a tight circle around them, weapons still raised, scanning the clearing for any remaining threats. Ross mind-linked the healers. “NOW. She’s down. The queen is down.”The white witch arrived in a blur of wind and light, her silver robes singed from the battle. She dropped to her knees beside Aries, already casting a diagnostic spe

It had been a week since the final battle.The land was still quiet, blanketed in the kind of hush that comes only after a great storm. Though the kingdom had survived, its people walked softer, more reverently. Lives had been lost, some wounds still healing. But there was something unmistakable in the air now—hope. Tangible and heavy like morning mist.Tomorrow, Aurora would be crowned.She stood at the grand balcony of the royal wing, overlooking the palace grounds. Her hands were gently pressed to her lower stomach. The breeze was cool and crisp, and with it came the scents of new spring growth and distant smoke curling from village chimneys. But underneath it all, she still smelled of wild roses and snow—calm but fierce.Behind her, the royal chambers buzzed with movement. Preparations had begun before dawn.Banners were being unfurled down the stone walls of the castle, deep violet and silver—the royal colors of their house. The tailors, seamstresses, and magical clothweavers wer

The sunlight filtering through the stained-glass windows cast an array of regal colors onto the stone floors of the council chamber. Hues of crimson, gold, and indigo danced across the marble tiles, a quiet reminder of the blood and glory upon which their kingdom had been built. Yet, despite the beauty and the rich history that surrounded them, the air in the room was heavy—charged with tension and barely concealed uncertainty.Aurora sat beside Aries, her expression calm but attentive, as she watched the council members take their seats around the long, crescent-shaped table. She had returned to her role as Queen with quiet authority, motherhood only deepening her instinct to protect, to rule wisely, and to ensure her people felt secure under their leadership. But she could feel the undercurrent of discomfort rippling through the room, even before the first words were spoken.At the head of the council, seated across from them, was High Councilor Ryven—an older lycan with a silver be

The forest was familiar—ancient pines standing proud like sentinels, their fragrance sharper in the early morning air. The gravel road leading into the Silverclaw Pack stirred something deep in Aurora. Even now, as a Queen, a mother, and a warrior, her heart still beat a little differently the moment she crossed into the territory of her birth. Aries reached over from the driver’s seat, silently lacing his fingers with hers.“We’re almost there,” he said quietly, sensing the shift in her mood.Aurora nodded, her other hand resting lightly on the seat where her twin boys sat asleep, bundled in cozy wool against the lingering chill. Phoenix’s small hand was curled into a fist, his brows furrowed in sleep just like his father’s. Lucian slept more peacefully, one chubby cheek pressed against his stuffed wolf.The pack house came into view just as the early light broke through the dense treetops, casting golden rays over the familiar timber walls and ivy-covered stones. It was smaller than