All Chapters of CHRONICLES OF THE FLAMEBORNE (THE WEREWOLF'S CURSE): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Chapter 21: Chains in the Dark

Chapter 21: Chains in the Dark My body froze. Fear gripped me instantly. “Lucian,” I tugged at him to get up. Lucian’s hair spilled across the bed, and faint growls rumbled from his chest. After a few seconds, he stirred, his eyes returning to normal, his body finally still. Whatever had just happened, I couldn’t explain. For a moment, it was as if Lucian had turned into a beast. “Give me a minute!” he called to the maid waiting outside with his food. Then his gaze flickered back to me. “Kyra, I’m so sorry. I—I don’t know what happened.” “I need to hide somewhere,” I said firmly, forcing myself not to dwell on the strange occurrence. “That maid can’t see me.” “Yes… uhmm, you can stay over there. She won’t notice,” he said, pointing toward a shadowed corner. Without hesitation, I moved to the spot, pressing myself out of sight. As I shifted, my eyes landed on the iron chains lying nearby. My breath caught. Chains. My mind flashed back to that night I’d heard the howl, the clink

Last Updated : 2025-08-27

Chapter 22: Allies in Shadows

Chapter 22: Allies in Shadows The next morning, In the Kingdom of Cathridge. The kings of Cathridge and Assyria lounged like men with no cares, goblets of wine in hand, prostitutes draped across their laps, rubbing their chests and feeding them grapes as if war wasn’t creeping at their gates. A bodyguard entered, bowing low. “Your Majesty, King Zarreth sent something,” he said, holding a small wooden box. “Open it,” King Vermon ordered, voice sharp. The guard lifted the lid. Inside lay a severed head, blood still fresh around the neck. The king scoffed, jaw tightening. “That damn bastard,” he muttered. Another servant rushed in. “Your Highness, Prince Darian of Kyratth is here.” Both kings exchanged a glance, sly amusement flickering in their eyes. “Of course,” Vermon said smoothly. “Let him in.” Prince Darian strode into the chamber with his bodyguard at his back. A goblet of wine dangled lazily from his left hand, and his chin was lifted high as if he had

Last Updated : 2025-08-28

Chapter 23: A Warrior's Mask

Chapter 23: A Warrior's Mask “Well, Uncle, my father has promised to help you in the war,” Morgana said firmly. “He’ll send a hundred thousand of his soldiers to Kyratth. He regrets he can’t be here himself during these times.” Zaretth let out a small scoff. “His help is already more than enough. He doesn’t need to stand beside me in every war I fight.” He gave Morgana a light pat on the shoulder. “I’ll take my leave now. The elders of the council are waiting.” “Alright, Uncle.” Morgana nodded. Zaretth strode out of the hall, leaving Morgana and Lucian alone. Lucian leaned back with a teasing smile. “So… I heard your father was planning to pair you with the prince of Caleth.” Morgana scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I ran away from the palace for three days, and when I finally came back, I went on a hunger strike, just so my father wouldn’t marry me off to that man. He’s cocky, weird… not my type at all.” She pulled a disgusted face. Lucian burst into laughter. “So tell

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Chapter 24: Chains of the heart

Chapter 24: Chains of the heart “Morgana! You’re here, I heard you came today!” Lyra’s voice snapped them both back to reality. “Lyra, dear! I’ve missed you so much. Look how much you’ve grown!” Morgana stood and rushed to her, wrapping her in a tight hug. “I’ve missed you too, Morgana. I’m glad you’re here, I have so much to tell you.” Lyra pulled back with a bright smile. Her gaze flicked to Arthur. She gave him a warm smile, yet something lingered beneath it, something unspoken. Arthur’s cheeks reddened, and he returned the smile awkwardly. “Well then, I’ll leave you two ladies to catch up,” Lucian said smoothly, rising to his feet and excusing himself. --- Later that evening, Lucian made his way to the small loft where he kept his homing pigeon, the one his mother had gifted him on his sixth birthday. This was no ordinary bird. The pigeon had a rare gift: the ability to track anyone by scent. Lucian had trained it himself and named it Seth. Seth wasn’t just a messen

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Chapter 25: Whispers of poison

Chapter 25: Whispers of poison Darian’s Scene Darian’s horse stopped in front of a crumbling old cottage at the edge of the South Watch. He had just finished his secret business in Cathridge and now rode with purpose. Swinging down from the saddle, he pushed open the creaking door. The smell hit him first, thick herbal smoke, sharp and bitter, mingled with the musk of strange brews. Ritual charms and grotesque spiritual objects dangled from the rafters. At the far end of the room, a shaman chanted in a low, guttural rhythm, swaying before a haze of burning incense. Darian cleared his throat. “Shaman! Your prince is here.” The man spun around, startled. “My prince! You’re here? You should have sent word. I could have prepared.” He hurried forward, dragging a chair for Darian. “No need,” Darian replied, settling down with a cold smile. “I came only to confirm if the poison is ready.” The shaman’s lips curled into a cracked grin. “Oh yes, my prince. Finished just yester

Last Updated : 2025-09-02

Chapter 26: The Enemy Unseen

Chapter 26: The Enemy Unseen Lucian stood and brushed past Morgana, ignoring her words. “Lucian! I know you heard me.” Her voice sharpened, cutting through the silence. “I’m only looking out for you. It’s understandable if you have feelings for her, but wanting to be with her? That’s absurd.” She set her wine down and rose to her feet, her tone hardening. “Think, Lucian. Do you really believe that girl won’t expose your secret once she learns who you truly are? I shouldn’t say this, but I must—you can’t be with her. It’s dangerous. Not only for you, but for her as well. Those feelings will destroy you both. Let them go, before they become your doom.” Lucian let out a bitter scoff. For a moment, silence weighed heavy in the room. Then he finally spoke. “You don’t have to worry. I’m not seeing her anymore. I was foolish… selfish. I never stopped to think how my curse could ruin her. Guess that’s the price of being cursed.” His voice cracked with quiet anger, but he forced out

Last Updated : 2025-09-04

Chapter 27:Blades in the shadows

Chapter 27:Blades In the shadows Kyra’s POV Later, at nightfall the next day, I slipped quietly into the garden, waiting to track the women who would lead me to the king’s private chambers. A scarf covered my face, leaving only my eyes exposed. Hidden beneath my gown, pressed against my thigh, was the knife I intended to bury deep into the king’s flesh. My heart hammered in my chest, but I forced myself steady. This had to work. Prince Darian wasn’t in Kyratth tonight—perhaps his cursed sight wouldn’t reach me. Perhaps, just this once, fate would turn in my favor. I waited, crouched in the shadows. Soon, the women appeared, their laughter echoing like broken bells. Their dresses clung too tightly, low necklines spilling skin, cheap silks swaying with every step. Heavy jewels dangled from their ears, glittering under the torchlight. Their perfumes were thick and sweet, filling the air until I almost choked on the suffocating scent. They were not alone. A guard walked ahea

Last Updated : 2025-09-06

Chapter 28: Shadows of War

Chapter 28: Shadows of War I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, my heart pounding with every frantic step. By the time I reached the riverbank, my chest was heaving. I tore off my shawl, its fabric soaked with bloodstains, and yanked the knife from beneath my gown. Without hesitation, I hurled both into the river, watching the dark water swallow them whole. I didn’t linger. I spun around and bolted back toward the quarters, every shadow pressing against my skin. When I arrived, the place was silent—everyone already fast asleep. Relief surged through me, and I exhaled a long, weary sigh. But the images wouldn’t leave me. The king, gasping for air, blood spilling from his mouth, the muffled groans of a man clinging to life, flashed again and again behind my eyes. Slowly, a smirk curled across my lips. I prayed silently to the gods that he wouldn’t survive the night. Let this be the last breath he ever drew. After his death, I could finally escape Kyratth, return to Blackridg

Last Updated : 2025-09-08

Chapter 29: The gods whisper doom

Chapter 29: The gods whisper doom “Father!!” Lucian’s voice cracked in shock. “Uncle!” Morgana gasped as she rushed forward, catching Zarreth by the arm to steady him. He swayed faintly, clutching the banister for balance. “The king is awake!!” The council members erupted, their voices echoing across the hall. Darain stepped forward, his lips curling into a smirk he quickly masked with a smile. Perfect. His father was awake, now his plans could finally unfold. “Father! I’m glad you’re awake. Thank the gods,” Darain said warmly, though his eyes gleamed with something darker. “Of course! The blood of a Barethion runs through my veins. No one can ever take the life of a Barethion!” Zarreth growled faintly, as Morgana carefully lowered him onto a chair. “What did those bastards say?” Zarreth asked, his tone sharp despite his weakness. Lucian exhaled heavily. “They said they’ll attack the Northern Isles in two days.” Zarreth scoffed bitterly, his expression hardening. “If

Last Updated : 2025-09-09

Chapter 30: Veins of War

Chapter 30: Veins of War The soldiers of Kyratth finally arrived at the Northern Isles, where the war would soon unfold. Over two hundred and fifty men marched in, their armor clinking under the weight of coming battle. King Zarreth had a cousin who owned a grand castle there, and it was within those stone walls that the soldiers assembled, preparing themselves for the days ahead. “Zarreth! You’re here,” his cousin called as he rushed forward, clasping the king’s arm in greeting. “Aye, of course,” Zarreth replied, his tone firm despite his faint weakness. “We’ll need to stay here, the war is in two days.” --- Later that night, Lucian and Morgana sat in silence across from the fire. The crackle of burning wood filled the air, but neither spoke. Finally, Morgana broke the silence. Her voice was flat, cutting through the stillness. “Why her?” Lucian lifted his gaze, his expression hardened, but for a moment he said nothing. The flames danced in his eyes. At last, he

Last Updated : 2025-09-12

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