All Chapters of CHRONICLES OF THE FLAMEBORNE (THE WEREWOLF'S CURSE): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 41: The Moon's Curse "Yes, I'm awake, and I'm not sure everyone is happy about it," he said, taking his seat among them. Darain's face paled in seconds. His heart thudded violently against his chest. How did he wake up?His mind spiraled with a torrent of unimaginable thoughts. "Brother, aren't you excited to see me hale and hearty?" Lucian voice dripped with sarcasm. "O-of course I am. You have no idea how hard I prayed to the gods for your recovery," Darain managed, struggling to steady his breath. Morgana gave a silent chuckle and rolled her eyes. "Well, you have Barethion blood. You stayed in that bed long enough," Zarreth stated flatly, sipping his wine. Lucian shot his father a brief glance, a distasteful smirk tugging at his lips. He had expected no more from his so-called father. "We're all so happy you're here, Lucian," Morgana said, soothingly rubbing his palm. "Well, I need to use the washroom," Darain said, rising abruptly and heading for the st

Chapter 43: The Dungeon's Whisper I woke to a splitting pain in my skull, as if I’d been clubbed. My head throbbed, my mind fracturing behind my eyes. Blinking to adjust to the faint light filtering into the room, I looked around. The cold, damp stone walls confirmed my fears—I was in a dungeon. A sudden noise behind me sent a jolt of primal fear through my veins. I turned to see a swarm of rats squirming in the shadows. I scrambled to my feet, my hands gripping the cold iron bars of the cell. I shook them with all my strength, the violent clanging jerking the guards from their stupor. "Where is Lucian?!" I yelled, my voice echoing off the stone. "Where have you taken him?" One of the guards rose slowly, his gaze hardening as he stalked toward me. He stopped just out of reach, his face contorted with contempt. "You're lucky these bars are in the way, or I'd slap the shit out of you, you bloody witch!" he snarled. His words hit me like a physical blow. My secret was out. Just lik

Chapter 45:The Elixir (Kyra) Morgana led me to another dungeon at the far end of the palace. It looked like a special prison designed for holding beasts. I swallowed hard at the thought of Lucian being kept there, shackled in chains. "Open it," Morgana instructed one of the guards standing watch. The guard opened the iron bars and gestured for us to enter. We ventured further inside. This dungeon was different from the others—it was profoundly dark and eerie. My heart ached for Lucian; he didn't belong in a place like this. As we went deeper, Lucian came into view. He was bound head to toe in chains, his body covered in bruises and wounds like a plague. His head was hung low, and his breathing was loud and shallow. My heart shattered into a thousand pieces. "Lucian?" I whispered. He slowly raised his head. His once-blue eyes were now red-rimmed and pale. "Kyra," he whimpered. He looked utterly weak and exhausted. I rushed to him, wrapping my arms around his broken bo

Chapter 47: UNVEILED‎"Lucian, how is this possible? I don’t understand, I—" the words trailed off like a dying whisper. ‎Lucian stood abruptly, raking his fingers through his hair in sheer frustration. ‎"Fuck," he muttered under his breath. ‎My breathing grew ragged, uneven. I tried to steady it, but I couldn’t. ‎"So what?" I snapped, rising to my feet as well. "We’ve been together all this time, and you haven’t hurt me. I’m sure we can figure something out, a cure, anything! But that doesn’t mean we have to end this, Lucian!" The words spilled from me in a single breath. I didn’t even notice when the tears began to fall. ‎A bitter scoff escaped his lips as he stepped closer, his expression carved from steel. ‎"Don’t you get it, Kyra? The longer we stay together, the worse the curse gets. Remember that night I almost lost control? That’s exactly what will happen if we keep pretending everything’s fine—or worse." His voice was sharp enough to cut through air. I had never seen hi

Chapter 49: Laughter in Crimson‎"Why are you so shocked? You think I don't know you had something to do with Lucian's sudden illness?" Morgana's voice cut through the air like a blade. Her eyes glimmered with cold fury. "I may be quiet, Darian, but don’t take my silence for ignorance. I see everything. Once I have enough proof against you—believe me—that’ll be the end of you." With that, she turned sharply on her heels, her cloak brushing against the marble floor as she stormed out, leaving behind a trail of tension so thick it was almost suffocating. Darian stood frozen, completely bewildered. His hands trembled uncontrollably, his breath shallow. The guard beside him shifted nervously, his pale face drenched in fear. "Why the hell are you still here? Get the fuck out!" Darian thundered, his voice echoing through the corridor. When the guard scrambled away, Darian clenched his fists, his jaw tight. "This bitch is going to ruin me," he muttered under his breath, staring at the s