Monster Luna Writes Her Own Destiny のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Tension hung heavy in the air. No words could capture the suffocating atmosphere that weighed on everyone around them. Nyra, Tavien, and the remaining guards exchanged glances, hoping each other had an answer. But all they could do was wait... and remain silent.Alpha King stood motionless, his usually calm body now enveloped in a suffocating aura of heat. He said nothing for a long time, only taking a deep breath and gazing out the palace window. Then, slowly, he turned.“Nyra.” His voice was heavy but firm. “Dispatch all servants to every corner of the palace. Search for Lyara. Leave no room unexamined. Use your eyes, ears, and instincts.” “Understood, Alpha King!” Nyra immediately turned and ran with wide strides. Her dress fluttered behind her as she moved with urgency, her shadow stretching across the cold marble floor."Tavien," continued Alpha King without turning his head, "mobilize all the warriors. Focus the search and guarding on the

The light from outside still split the dark space of the warehouse as Alpha King's footsteps echoed, bouncing off the cold stone walls. His gaze was fixed on Rowan, who stood stiffly, as if his soul was being pulled in two directions: the desire to flee and the urge to stay for something he himself did not fully understand."Step away from those bars," Alpha King commanded in a low voice, yet deep enough to shake Rowan's bones.But Rowan did not move. His eyes shifted from Alpha King to me, as if still hoping I would say something to stop the storm that was coming. I didn't speak. I just stared at Alpha King. He stood like a mountain—unshakable, full of anger, but also carrying the warm embrace I had always longed to feel.Rowan hissed softly. "You can't just take her away like that."Alpha King responded only with a glance. And in an instant, everything happened.Alpha King’s body moved like a shad

Author POVThe air in Silvergrove pack that night was thick with the smell of smoke, blood, and dark magic. The sky, usually clear and studded with stars, was now shrouded in thick clouds of smoke that reflected the orange light of the fires consuming the houses. Screams and roars filled the air, mingling with the sounds of clawing, heavy footsteps, and the thunder of magical explosions.The attack came from all directions. The black wizards, their robes fluttering like living shadows, marched alongside the rogue pack with wild eyes, bared fangs, and elongated claws ready to tear flesh. Some of them chose to fully transform into wolves, their bodies growing larger and their muscles hardening, their strength increasing tenfold. They attacked the borders from the east, west, north, and south simultaneously. The border chiefs on each side led their own troops, defending the lines with all their might.At the eastern border, the Eastern Border C

Thane Aric Wolfborne’s POVThe air at the northern border was thick, filled with the scent of blood, burning smoke, and the suffocating remnants of black magic. The pounding and screams mixed together into a symphony of war that echoed in my ears. Sweat ran down my temples, dripping onto my face, which was covered in dust and enemy blood. Yet fatigue had no place in this battle.“Keep attacking them! We won’t stop until their blood floods our land!” I shouted loudly, my words echoed by the roar of the warriors.Half of the enemy forces had been wiped out, but they kept coming like an endless wave. The black wizards fired dark magic from afar, trying to push back our forces. Amidst the attacks and evasions, I was nearly cornered several times—three magic attacks nearly struck my chest, but I managed to dodge them with a swift spin and a claw slash that cut through their attack paths.An explosion came and shook the ground. I turned quickly and saw

Three days have passed since that bloody night. The air in Silvergrove pack is still thick with the smell of medicine, traces of soot, and faint traces of magic floating in the air. Although the battle is over, the tension has not completely subsided. In Alpha King's office, the atmosphere was somber. The crystal chandeliers on the ceiling cast a soft glow, but they couldn't erase the tense expressions on everyone's faces. The large black wooden table was piled high with documents, maps, and scrolls of reports. Several chairs around it were occupied by envoys from other packs—trusted individuals who had come bearing evidence of crimes, investigation results, and news from their territories. The sound of paper being flipped and pens scribbling notes occasionally echoed, but no one spoke without cause.“All this evidence… none of it can be denied,” said one of the envoys, his voice heavy, staring at Alpha King with a steady gaze. “Traces of magic, secret t