All Chapters of The Curse of Fated Mates : Chapter 141 - Chapter 147

The robed figures emerged from shadows that had been given form and they moved across the ground with unnatural speed.The shocked gasp from someone behind me pulled me back to reality. I raised both hands, magic erupting from my palms in a blinding wave. My magic slammed into the first line of followers and their bodies jerked backward.Raka lunged forward, his massive jaws clamping down on the nearest one. The figure shrieked, jerking away from his hold and moving backwards.“How do we kill them?” Trevor asked, getting ready to shift too. My arms shook from the strain of using so much at a time. Sweat dripped down my temples. The magic pulsed, flickered.A follower broke through on the left. Alessia intercepted, but another one slipped past, getting stopped by a wolf that flung it far away.“Alpha, Luna, we need–” someone started but I cut them off.“I know!” I gritted my teeth, scanning the environment for the nearest threat. My vision blurred at the edges.They were steps away fr

Everything happened in fragments. Sofia's claws, gleaming in the darkness, were just inches from my chest. My body froze and I was unable to move, unable to breathe.Suddenly, Raka's massive form slammed into me from the side, throwing me to the ground.“No!” The scream tore from my throat.But it was too late. Sofia's claws that were meant for my heart sank deep into Raka's chest instead.The horrible, wet sound of flesh tearing, bones cracking filled my ears and time stopped.Raka's eyes found mine. His amber eyes were flickering to Sandro’s dark ones. Eyes that had looked at me with love, with fury, and with every emotion in between.Blood poured from the wound, slowly dripping down his fur.With the last bit of his strength, Raka's hind legs kicked out, hitting Sofia's wolf in the chest with devastating force. Her claws pulled out of his flesh and she flew backward, landing hard on the ground about twenty feet away.“Sandro!” I scrambled toward him as he shifted back to human fo

Elara's POV When I gave the fae leader my instructions, she wasn't sure they could actually carry it out. Neither was I. But when we got a surprise visitor that evening, my confidence level was over the roof.Lin handed the cloth to me and I unwrapped it. The weapon Seraphina and Father Matteo had joined forces with the Fae to create.I unwrapped it but didn't pull it out yet. A blade. Simple, elegant. Just holding it in my hands made me feel more powerful than I felt before. Supernatural, superior. It glowed with combined fae and holy magic, courtesy of Seraphina.A loud shriek sounded from the creature’s mouth and it rushed towards us, taking me by surprise. I only managed to narrowly dodge out of the way, feeling its claws graze my arm slightly. With a wince, I wiped the blade on the cloth and I held it in front of me like a weapon. Asides those who made it, only a selected few knew what that weapon could truly do. And by selected few, I meant Sandro and I. An entity like Umbra