Todos os capítulos de The Exiled Princess: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

Lysandra’s forbidden spell tore through the air with a howl like shredding metal. Light warped. Space folded. The sky pulsed with a sickly green glow that made my skin crawl.I felt the magic lunging straight for my chest.I did not have time to scream.Marek slammed into me.His arms wrapped around

Serephine backed away until her shoulders hit a half burned tree trunk. Her breath came in sharp, panicked gulps. Her once pristine gown was torn to shreds, smeared with dirt and blood. She looked less like a princess and more like a frightened animal backed into a corner.But her eyes still gleamed

The moment the reality settled, the world seemed to tilt beneath my feet.The king was not breathing.I dropped to my knees so fast the ground jarred my bones. My hands shook as I leaned over him. Dirt and ash streaked his skin, but beneath it I could see what terrified me most.Too much stillness.

Morning arrived quietly.Too quietly.Soft snow drifted down in lazy spirals, settling over the devastated clearing like the forest itself was trying to hide the scars beneath a fresh blanket of white. The bonfires had burned low through the night. Wolves slept curled in warm clusters near the ember

Snow fell in slow spirals from the gray morning sky, each flake drifting as if suspended by invisible threads. The clearing buzzed with quiet movement behind me, wolves taking down tents, packing supplies, tending the wounded. But their voices felt far away.Too far.I wrapped my arms around myself