All Chapters of The Lycan king's Claim : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Emilia's POVThe woman’s smile lingered over the frozen valley.It was not a warm expression.It was the smile of someone entirely certain that victory already belonged to her.The silver raven engraved on her black armor caught the moonlight, confirming my worst fear.She belonged to the Raven Order.“So,” she called, her voice carrying effortlessly through the icy wind, “the last Moon Child finally arrives.”Wesley stepped protectively in front of me, one hand resting on the hilt of the silver sword the headmaster had given him.“If you want to reach her,” he said coldly, “you’ll have to go through me.”The woman gave a soft laugh.“The Lycan King.”“I’ve heard so much about you.”Her gray eyes shifted toward Liam.“And the Dawson heir.”She inclined her head with mock courtesy.“It seems Willowbrook has sent its finest.”Liam tightened his grip on the Staff of Aether.“You know who we are.”“I know everything about you.”Her gaze returned to me.“But only one of you matters.”A chi

Emilia's POVThe Raven Order’s warning hung over Willowbrook Academy like an approaching storm.No one slept that night.Teachers reinforced the magical barriers surrounding the campus while werewolf patrols guarded every entrance. Wizards worked alongside witches, weaving ancient protective spells into the academy walls.For the first time in history, the three factions stood united.Not because they trusted one another.Because they shared the same enemy.I stood alone on the balcony outside my room, staring up at the full moon.The silver crown resting on my head shimmered faintly in its light.“So much has changed,” I whispered.Only weeks earlier, I had arrived at Willowbrook believing I was nothing more than a girl without a wolf.Now I carried two ancient relics, and an entire kingdom’s hope rested on my shoulders.The balcony door slid open behind me.“You should be resting.”I smiled before turning around.“Wesley.”He came to stand beside me, leaning against the stone railin

Emilia's POVPain.It was the only thing I could feel.The blade remained lodged in my side, warm blood soaking through my clothes and dripping onto the forest floor.The world blurred around me.Wesley's horrified voice echoed in the distance."EMILIA!"Before the traitor could wrench the sword free for another strike, Wesley reached us.His eyes flashed a brilliant silver.A furious roar tore from his chest as his Lycan aura erupted across the battlefield.The ground beneath his feet cracked.The traitor barely had time to react.Wesley's fist slammed into his jaw with enough force to send him flying through three ancient trees.The man crashed into a boulder, coughing blood before collapsing."You'll pay for touching her," Wesley growled, his voice no longer entirely human.His wolf was close to the surface.Too close.I tried to speak."Wesley..."But another wave of pain stole my breath.He dropped beside me, catching me before I hit the ground.His trembling hands pressed agains

Emilia's POVSteel rang against steel with a deafening clang.Wesley barely managed to block King Orion's first strike, but the force behind it was unlike anything he had ever encountered. The impact shattered the stone floor beneath his feet, sending cracks racing across the ancient sanctuary."Wesley!" I cried."I'm fine!" he shouted back, though the strain in his voice was unmistakable.Orion did not speak again.His crimson eyes burned with unnatural hatred as black flames danced along his ancient sword. Every movement was precise, graceful, and devastating. He fought like someone who had mastered every weapon ever forged.The battle had only just begun, yet Wesley was already being driven backward.James watched with satisfaction from atop the broken altar."I told you," he called mockingly. "No warrior alive can defeat the Sky King."Captain Elyria shook her head."That isn't the real Orion."Tears filled her eyes as she looked upon her king."The Shadow Dragon is controlling hi

Emilia's POVThe valley fell silent.The gentle breeze that had drifted through the crystal flowers vanished, replaced by an oppressive force that made breathing difficult.The Four Generals stood at the edge of the valley like harbingers of catastrophe.The General of Frost was the first to advance.Towering nearly nine feet tall, his body was encased in icy blue armor etched with ancient runes. With every step, the ground beneath him froze, leaving a trail of glittering ice across the grass.Beside him stood the General of Ash, his crimson armor glowing like molten iron. Flames curled around his body, turning the air into shimmering waves of heat.The third was the General of Tides.Unlike the others, she appeared composed.Long sapphire-blue hair flowed around her as though she stood beneath the sea rather than on solid ground. Water circled her feet, rising into graceful serpents that hissed at anyone who approached.The last was the General of Shadows.His face remained hidden be