All Chapters of CHRONICLES OF THE FLAMEBORNE (THE WEREWOLF'S CURSE): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 31: Veins of War pt2 The battlefield roared with chaos. Blades clashed, men screamed, blood stained the earth. In the midst of it, soldiers rushed king Zarreth into the palace, shielding him from every side. Darain’s eyes narrowed. He followed silently, his steps hidden in the shadows. They led the king through winding halls, until at last they reached a hidden chamber deep within the palace. Just as the door shut, steel rang, Cathridge soldiers burst in, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust. “Protect the king!” voices cried. Blades met, steel against steel, sparks lighting the dark chamber. And then, Darain appeared. His robe swirled, his eyes fierce. “Father!” he called, rushing forward, his sword slicing an enemy down. “Come with me. I’ll keep you safe. Follow me!” He gathered a handful of soldiers and led Zarreth away, pushing through the secret passages of the palace. “Father, stay close,” Darain urged. His breath came heavy. “We’ll find safety.” At last, they rea

Chapter 33: Irene I sat on a bench at the quarters, staring into the abyss. My heart felt unbearably heavy. I didn’t want anything to happen to Lucian. A loud voice cut through the air. “Hey Kyra, Prince Darain wants to see you in the throne room,” one of the girls said. The throne room? Was he…? I thought. I stood and headed straight there, my mind spiraling with restless thoughts. When I arrived, I saw the chief maid standing in the corner, her expression unreadable. “Kyra, you’re here. I have some good news for you,” Darain said with a wide smile. I walked forward and bowed my head slightly before him. Glancing at the chief maid, I caught the mean glare she shot my way. Typical. “I know you must be wondering why I called you here,” Darain said. His lips curled into a smug smirk. “Well, since I’m handling the kingdom’s affairs now, my father being absent, Lucian in poor health, I’ve come to a very wise decision. Wise, at least, in my opinion.” He leaned bac

Chapter 35: Whispers in the dark I hurried back to the quarters, my head spinning with different thoughts. First, Morgana's strange speech, and now I had to deal with Irene. With a long, heavy sigh, I finally drifted off to sleep. "Kyra. Kyra... Wake up." A strange voice called me from my sleep. I woke and looked around, everyone was still asleep. My chest tightened. "Kyra, wake up and head over to the garden. Now," the voice insisted, more firmly this time. Rubbing my eyes, still half-asleep, I stood and made my way toward the garden. I glanced around, trying to locate the source of the voice. "Go deeper into the garden, to where you heard that howl," it instructed. My heart froze. What was going on? "Who are you? What do you want from me?" I asked. "Stop asking questions and follow my instructions. If you want answers, obey me," the voice replied, sharp as steel. I swallowed hard and continued forward until I reached the end of the garden, where a wall of greenery

Chapter 37: The Storm I moved through the deserted halls, noticing the absent guards. Then I remembered—the king had summoned everyone for a meeting. This was my chance. I slipped silently into Lucian's room. He was asleep, his breathing even. A faint smile touched my lips. When I pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, a slow smirk spread across his face. "You're here," he murmured, pushing himself upright. "I feel so useless just lying here," he said with a frustrated chuckle. "You have to play the part until we figure out who is trying to kill you". "Well, There's so much I need to tell you," I said, settling on the edge of his bed. "Tell me," he urged. I took a deep breath. "Your father has returned." Lucian's eyes widened. "Truly? Thank the gods," he whispered, a genuine light sparkling in his gaze. If only he knew his father didn't care for him as he believed. "And... Darian promoted me to chief maid," I added. Lucian's eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, Kyra. So m

Chapter 39: A Heart laid Bare Zarreth let out a bitter scoff. “What the hell?” he snarled. Darian’s eyes widened in shock. “Wh—what? We all heard the groan, right? How is this possible?” His voice stuttered as he took the chain, his fingers tracing the faint, rust-colored streaks of blood. An eyebrow arched on Zarreth’s face. A twisted sense of relief warred with his disappointment. They hadn’t caught the beast, but at least his secrets remained buried. “There’s nothing here. Close the damn wall,” he commanded, his gaze flicking down toward the cave where the building housing the Witch’s gemstones lay hidden. “But father—” “Do not oppose me!” Zarreth’s voice cut through the air, sharp as a blade. “We will conduct a proper investigation later. But for now, close this damn wall.” Darian raked his hands through his hair, a wave of confusion and frustration washing over him. This was his chance to catch the faceless man from his vision, and it was slipping away. “Your Majesty