All Chapters of THE CURSED ONE : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The courtyard of the Kings palace was soaked in blood and rain water, the scent of iron thick in the air. Bodies of fallen rogues lay scattered across the stone, some half shifted.Elite soldiers moved between the wounded, lifting survivors and carrying them to the central hall where healers worked frantically.The last rogue fell with a sickening thud, it’s howl cut short as an Alpha crushed its windpipe. Silence slowly settled, broken by only groans, clinking armor, and the crackling of torches being relit.Alphas shifted back to their human forms, exhausted and bruised. Lunas covered themselves with cloaks, tending to their mates or helping healers tending to the worst wounds. Servants trembled as they rushed with water and cloths, hands shaking.Elder Helen Morgan stepped forward, staff glowing faintly with lunar runes.“Everyone.” She called out, her voice echoing across the courtyard. “Gather.”Despite their injuries, the Alphas and Lunas formed a semicircle, blood smeared on th

The office smelled richly of leather, the scent wrapping around everything like a cloak. Enforcer Fay sat behind the large oak desk, fingers lightly tapping on the polished surface.The quiet was broke by the sudden trill of the phone. She picked it up, straightening in her chair.“Fay, it’s been a while.” A familiar voice said.“Same here, Beta Ronan.” She replied smoothly, a hint of warmth in her tone.Ronans voice grew serious. “Orders from Alpha Damian himself. All recruits, All cadets, All instructors, All Enforcers, All patrol guards and every single member wearing Blackmoon is to be at Blackmoon pack by the next break of dawn.”Fay’s pulse quickened. “It’s the war, isn’t it, Beta?” She asked, voice steady despite the weight of her words.“It is.” Rona confirmed. “Everyone is to be present. No exceptions.”Fay nodded as the call ended. The office was silent for a heartbeat, before a knock echoed sharply against the steel door.“Enter,” she called.“Frok, assemble everyone at the

Laura and Hope spun towards the voice at the same time.Damian stood in the doorway, broad shoulders filling the frame, his expression stern but edged with concern. Seeing it was him, they both exhaled. Hope in a trembling shudder, Laura with a tight sigh.“Damian,” Laura said. “Elara felt the Crystal humming last night, the same humming it made in the cave of Albion when I was with Hope and Rhea. So I came to check on it.” She gestured toward the glass. “And it isn’t glowing anymore. The sword looks like plain steel.”Damian’s eyes widened. He strode forward quickly, boots hitting the polished floors with hard clicks. He examined the glass casing, fingers gliding over it, searching for cracks or tampering.“The glass hasn’t been broken.” He said with a frown. “No sign of forced entry.““Then we ask the guards.” Laura suggested.Damian raised his head sharply. “Guards!”The two guards rushed in, stuff and alert.“No one came in here last night?” Damian demanded.They shook their head

The forest was tense, every leaf and branch trembling under the weight of anticipation. The leaders and warriors of Blackmoon pack waited at their designated positions, armor glinting, weapons held ready.Every breath, every heartbeat, seemed magnified in the stillness.Fay adjusted the straps of her obsidian armor, eyes scanned the shadowed tree line ahead. She could feel the hum of readiness in the air, the quiet anticipation before the storm.Suddenly a rustling came from the woods behind them. The sound was subtle at first, then sharper, crunching over leaves and broken twigs. Every head turned instantly, swords raised, muscles coiled, senses alert to the approaching threat. From the shadows emerged four familiar figures. Shiela, Ace, Tomas and Kim. Their movements were confident, purposeful. Each smirked. Eyes glinting.“You didn’t think we’d let you guys have all the fun, Enforcer.” Shiela called, her tone teasing, but full of lethal promise.Fay shook her head, a smile tugging

Silence.Not peace.Not calm.A Commanded silence.The kind that swallowed breath, thought and voice, the kind that pressed hands against thousands of throats, refusing to let even a whisper escape.Every warrior froze mid strike.Scorpions halted with tails suspended like statues of midnight stone.Even the clones of Euthanasiá. Those grotesque specters of corruption stood still, their gaping maws locked in soundless roars.The world bent to one will.Hope.Her small hands remained pressed against the crystal buried in the earth. Her orbs blazed like new born suns, unblinking, unwavering.The air trembled around her, light bending, wind recoiling, shadows cowering.Every gaze on the field turned to the child who had commanded reality to hush.Laura used that moment.Silent thought the world was, her movements were thunder.She darted from warrior to shadow, her steps soundless but powerful, her blade, The Sword of the Knights of Albion now glowed with the same resonant brilliance as