All Chapters of My Dark Desirable Wolf: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The wyrm is barely a breath away from reaching Shadow and me. Its roar crashes through the air like thunder, its blistering heat nearly melting the skin from my bones. Each swipe of the beast’s claws is an echo of death drawing closer, and for a heartbeat, everything slows—every second stretching out like eternity.Shadow pulls me behind a pile of rocks, his body shielding mine as if my life depends on it. Stones explode around us as the wyrm slashes in our direction, and the ground quakes beneath the weight of its fury. The stone cavern gives us the smallest pocket of shelter, but even here, the monster’s power reverberates through the walls.“I don’t know how much longer we can hold out,” I whisper, as Shadow’s breath quickens, his chest rising and falling with frantic urgency.He nods, his eyes burning with resolve—but beneath it, I see a glimmer of fear. A fear I never thought I’d witness in him. One without answers or clear escapes.“I know,” he says, his voice tight with barely-

The cave feels like a tomb.The air is thick, oppressive—as if every breath we take is being watched, recorded.Something isn’t right here.There’s a pressure in the atmosphere, something unexplainable, as if the walls themselves are alive, stalking us in silence.Shadow stands close beside me, his body tense, every muscle poised for anything. His gaze never leaves the cave’s entrance, vigilant and sharp, but I know—deep down—we’re both waiting for the worst.No matter how far we try to run, something larger always looms behind us, something far beyond our comprehension.We’re surrounded by darkness, but it’s not a darkness that brings peace.Every corner seems to whisper forgotten secrets, and the shadows toy with our minds, blurring the lines between what’s real and what isn’t.Shadow senses it too.Suddenly, he crouches, pressing his palm to the cave floor, as if searching for something hidden beneath the stone.I watch him, my heartbeat quickening.“What are you doing?” I ask, my

Darkness swallows us whole, but my eyes remain locked on Shadow.We stand face to face with the wyrm, and the beast’s roar shakes the air, the ground trembling beneath our feet.It feels like we’re about to be devoured by the darkness itself.And yet, instead of fleeing, my body tenses—adrenaline rushing like fire through my veins.I don’t know how, but in this moment—in the heart of all this despair—I feel more alive than I’ve ever been.There’s something in the way Shadow looks at me, in the power that radiates from him, that tells me this isn’t the end.And even as the shadows tighten around us, we hold onto that fragile spark of hope.The spark that still burns—despite everything.“I won’t let you go,” Shadow whispers, his voice low and steady, as certain as ever—even as the world threatens to fall apart.His words sear through me.And suddenly, everything becomes clear.If there’s one thing this journey has taught me, it’s that no matter what the wyrm does to us, no matter what f

The wyrm’s roar grows ever closer, and I can feel the earth trembling beneath my feet, as if everything around us is on the verge of collapse. The shadows draw tighter, a thick mist threatening to swallow us whole. Though I’m exhausted, though my legs shake and my body begs for respite, I cannot give in. I will not let Shadow—our fight—fade into the dark.Looking around, the forest no longer feels the same. The underbrush has thickened, the trees loom taller, their branches tangled like claws, as if trying to ensnare us. Something shifted after the encounter with that shadowy figure. We’re not in the same place anymore. Space itself has warped, and for a moment, I can’t tell if we’re moving forward or falling back.“Eve, listen to me.” Shadow’s voice pulls me from my thoughts. His eyes, as always, are filled with unshakable resolve. He’s afraid—I know it—but he doesn’t show it. His strength is the only thing holding me together.“What is it, Shadow?” I ask, struggling for breath. I ca

Silence stretches out like a heavy fog—thick, crushing. The air grows denser, as if the very atmosphere were straining under the weight of something too vast, too ancient to bear. Only the distant crackle of broken branches breaks the void pressing in from all sides.My steps are labored, as though my entire being were at war with the earth beneath me. It isn’t just fatigue. It’s fear. A fear so real it seeps into every crevice of my body.The guardian is near.I know it.I feel it.Shadow keeps moving forward, his figure cloaked in starlight, every muscle taut with tension. I can’t see his face, but I sense the resolve in his posture—the strength with which he meets whatever waits ahead. Yet there’s something else. A flicker of doubt. A tiny fracture in his otherwise unshakable facade.“Do you know what we’re really facing?” I ask softly, though I already know the answer won’t change anything. Maybe I just need to hear his voice, need some thread of reassurance to cling to.He doesn’