Todos los capítulos de Cursed By The Day, Saved By The Night: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

The morning was chill, the atmosphere thick with wet earth scent and the lingering bite of night air. I remained in the open space, standing on bare feet, rolling my shoulders as I prepared for the challenges ahead. The air vibrated with the thick tension that lay in its wake, the unspoken knowledge that today's training would prove to be far more challenging than anything I had faced before.Abbadon stood across from where I was, his arms folded over his chest, his red eyes unreadable yet impassive. He was a burden on my shoulders, a reminder that I was still far from his league. Selene stood to my right, regarding me with a patient demeanour, her hair streaked silver and falling into morning light. She was not a fighter like Abbadon, but she was lethal in her own way. A witch of such ability didn't need brute force—her power lay within the mind, in spells so delicate they were like fate itself.I took a deep breath, my hands curling at my sides. My muscles screamed, protesting the

I watched Selene, my heart calm but optimistic, my body still shaking from the intensity of our training. Her words to me before we left still lingered in my mind, refusing to fade.The wolf king.There was something in that name that made me shiver. It was weighty, something ancient, something feral. And I needed to know.So, as the fire in the hearth crackled and spat and the room was filled with the acrid scent of burned herbs, I fixed her with a look."Who is he?" My voice was gentle but firm. "The wolf king . You spoke of him as if he were someone to be feared."Selene breathed out, setting the bunch of dried lavender she had been tying onto the bed. She regarded me, her sharp eyes gleaming with something I couldn't decipher—concern, maybe, or perhaps something darker. “He’s not a man to be underestimated, Elara," she said finally, her own voice firm but weighted. "He is… the very best of what werewolves were meant to be before the time that human and inter-mating watered down t

The car glided to a stop, the engine humming beneath us. My hand tightened on the handle, my heart racing in my chest as I stared at the men waiting for us.This is it.I slowly exhaled before I turned to Abbadon. His expression was stoic, but the tension in his jaw told a different story. His eyes were locked on the man who stood beside my father—Elias.A force I could feel even from here."I'll go first," I said, reaching for the handle.Abbadon's eyes snapped to mine. "Elara—""Stay in the car. For now." My voice was firm, giving no room for argument.His hands tightened on the wheel, the shadows beneath his skin stirring and upset. He did not like this. Not at all. But after a strained moment, he nodded once.I pushed open the door and stepped into the cool night.The moment my boots made contact with the ground, my father's scent enveloped me—warm, comforting, with a trace of something deep and commanding. Alpha blood. My blood.And then he moved."Elara."The utterance of my nam

The universe paused as Elias' eyes burned into mine, raw untrammelled power oozing from him in great waves. His body stood above us, his dark coat churning like night as he unsheathed claws ready for war. He was not threatening me.He was declaring war.I froze, my body shrill with orders to run, but before I had even thought of moving—Abbadon stepped out.One moment, I was staring into the face of a monster.The next, darkness closed in around me, cold and unforgiving.Abbadon.He stood there as a spectre of death, his huge form radiating icy fury. His presence was a fortress, a screen between me and the monster in front of us."Move back, Elara." His voice was low, lethal.I swallowed hard. Elias' gaze snapped to Abbadon, his lips twisting into a grim, slow smile."Finally," he said, his voice barely audible. "The Vampire King shows his face."Abbadon didn’t respond. He didn't need to.Power surged through the air, dark and alive, meeting raw dominance that Elias seemed to embody.

Lucian stepped back, blood seeping through his charred clothes, his once-superior smile twisted into one of pain. Burns marred his body, slashes deep enough to reveal bone strewn over his arms and chest where my claws tore through his flesh. Smoke curled from his wounds, the smouldering remains of my fire still burning him.He had not expected this.I had emerged victorious.I loomed over him, chest heaving and falling with rasping breaths, my entire frame vibrating with unexpended power. The atmosphere was thick with the pungent smell of blood and scorched earth. My knuckles ached from the force of my punches, my claws slick with his blood, but I refused to let fatigue consume me.Lucian's mouth opened, as though he was going to say something, but I prevented it. I summoned my fire, its hot blaze snapping around my fingers. One final strike—one that would kill him.But the son of a bitch had vanished.One moment, there he was, his injured body on the battlefield. The next, he was gon