All Chapters of Rise Of The Silver Wolf: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“We're going to get out of this alive, do you understand?” The voice said, the gentle tone now overlaid with an unwavering, quiet strength that brooked no argument. It wasn't a question of ability, but a declarative statement of intent, a vow of survival. The certainty in the internal voice was the most powerful medicine against the consuming terror that had paralyzed me moments before. And I almost cried at the reassurance and the way it said it. The lump in my throat tightened, a sudden, unexpected swell of desperate hope threatening to dissolve the fragile wall of anger I had constructed. It had been months since I heard a voice speak with such absolute confidence about my future, a voice that treated survival not as a wish, but as a foregone conclusion. The sensation was profoundly destabilizing—a deep, ancient sense of being truly protected, a feeling I hadn't known since I was the little girl running through the fire. “How?” I asked, the internal query thin and strained, the o

As he walked close to me, the dark energy exuding from him seemed to intensify as it wrapped around me, almost making me choke. It was a cold, thick pressure, like being submerged in freezing water, and it pressed against my throat, making it nearly impossible to draw a quiet breath. The malevolence was suffocating, a silent promise of agonizing control. This was his raw power, unchecked and focused, preparing to bind me. My internal dragon, Aliya, remained a silent, fiery core, an immense pressure holding the darkness at bay but not yet fighting it. He stopped few inches from me and handed me the knife. The silence between us was profound, broken only by the rhythmic, low-level chanting of the cloaked figures. The dagger, slick with the blood of my parents and my sister, felt icy and heavy in my hand. I could feel the residual heat of their bodies on the hilt, a terrifying intimacy of shared sacrifice. I didn't dare meet his eyes. To look into those sightless white orbs would be to

I ran to them while my thoughts spun. The relief was a physical force, overwhelming the exhaustion and the fear. I didn’t run with grace; I stumbled, propelled by the desperate, raw need to confirm this impossible reality. The ground beneath my feet was soft and yielding, a stark contrast to the cold, hard stone of the forgotten hall, yet my mind refused to trust the sensation. Nothing made sense. The shift had been too complete, too absolute. It shattered all my comprehension of time and space. Was it an illusion? Or is this an illusion? I couldn't distinguish between the nightmare and the miracle. Was the ancient chamber the dream, or was this sun-dappled clearing, this sudden, impossible reunion, merely the final, cruel layer of the villain’s magic? A brief, deceptive calm before the true terror began? I hugged my mother to be sure they were real. I didn't reach for her with a gentle embrace; I crashed into her, my arms closing around her with desperate, consuming force, burying

A sudden cold wind blew through the area, making me shiver deeply. The air became very icy right away, and with that change— dread. It was more than just getting cooler; it was a quick, strong pull of all heat, like falling into a dark cave during a cold season. The switch happened so fast it seemed less like normal weather and more like something pushing in—a thick cover of freezing fear. My breathing stopped short, turning into a seen mist before it faded into the strong chill. My skin felt rough, the small hairs rising up, not only from the low temperature but from a basic, deep scare that went into my body. Every feeling told me to escape, to find cover, but my feet stayed stuck, trapped in the quick freeze. “Ashley!!!” Adrian yelled my name. The noise of my name, pulled from his mouth with such strong fear, broke through the quiet of the chill like a real hit. It was a noise that ended the hold of the freezing air, shaking me from my short freeze. That yell—it wasn’t the call

The time for petty talk is over, now let the real fun begin.The mental statement came with that same cold, voiceless echo, followed by a change in his stance. He drew himself up, his idle interest giving way to a tense, ready menace. The air, already freezing and heavy with rot, seemed to tremble with expectation. He meant to end the games, and that sent raw fear racing through me. I knew his idea of fun meant endless torment.No. I refused to let him control the fight. I had to take charge, even if only for a moment.“Or maybe you should stop being a coward and fight me like a normal person,” I cut in, wincing at the word normal since he was far from it, “get out of my head and come at me physically.”The boldness stunned even me. I felt Aliya's quiet growl of support in my mind. It was a bold gamble, meant to pull him from his lofty mental rule into a place where I could stand a chance, the real world. He spoke without lips or voice, staying beyond my reach, and that made him invin