All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Treasured Luna: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

I nodded, though my pulse thundered so violently I wondered if she could hear it pounding through my skin. My hands were slick against the knife hilt, and my throat was a knot of fire. For the first time in longer than I could remember, I let instinct take the reins. I reached inward. Dragged my wolf closer. The moment I opened that door, she rushed to meet me, pressing against the inside of my skin like a storm straining to break free. Heat poured through me, not the soft warmth of comfort but a wild, dangerous fire. My veins sizzled, and my bones hummed with restless violence. The world shifted instantly. The shadows sharpened until I could see every flicker, twitch, and drop of blood suspended midair like molten rubies. My breath burned sharper, cutting in and out of my lungs as though the very air was laced with knives. Every scent slammed into me at once, the thick copper tang of spilled blood, the harsh metallic bite of steel c

The shift came like a knife to the skull. One moment, I was tearing through another leech, his body crumpling beneath my claws, and the next, my head split open with a shriek that wasn't sound, but a piercing ring inside my skull. My knees almost buckled, and my breath hitched. My vision pulsed black at the edges, like shadows curling inward, choking the light. Witches! Damn them. The realization tasted bitter on my tongue. Vampires alone couldn't gnaw at my senses like this, it was witchcraft. I ground my claws into my palms until blood slicked between my fingers. Lupercus snarled somewhere to my right, staggering, swiping blindly at an enemy I couldn't see. His massive frame bent as if he were about to crumple, the veins in his neck standing out like cords ready to snap. I forced my legs to hold me upright, even as my muscles screamed to fold. Pain knifed through every nerve, but I ground my teeth until my jaw ached, drag

A violent crack split the air, followed by a blinding surge that blasted from my chest, down my arms, and outward in a wave of invisible force. It ripped through the threads like glass shattering, the witches' spell screamed as it snapped apart. Their voices cut off mid-chant, strangled by the backlash. Silence came, followed by the sudden gasp of relief all around me. Dozens of them, a chorus of lungs refilled. I felt them through my still-open eyes, Lycans staggering upright, shaking their heads, and flexing their claws as their senses returned. The tremors of despair in the air were replaced by rage and strength. Their howls rose, filling the great hall with a sound that rattled my bones. The vampires faltered. I saw it through those glowing eyes. Their retreat began almost immediately, steps slipping backward, and snarls turning into something edged with fear. The surge inside me guttered out all at once, leaving only emptiness i

Sargis pov The pressure vanished like a noose cut loose. One moment, my veins felt as though molten fire was tearing through them, my skull splitting with that incessant screech the witches had cursed us with, and the next, silence. Breath crashed into my lungs so violently that it doubled me forward. My claws tore lines into the marble as the haze peeled back. My senses cleared in a rush, and every sound slammed into me at once, the clang of steel, the snarls of my wolves, and the wet gurgle of dying vampires. And standing before me, faltering for the first time, was Monohue. His grin had slipped, if only for a heartbeat, the arrogant gleam in his silvery eyes dulled by surprise. "Well, well," I rasped, forcing the smirk that burned through the ache still humming in my bones. "Seems your little parlor tricks don't bite as hard without your witches shielding you." The sneer came back instantly, fangs glinting as he tilted his head. "Do not mistake repri

It began as the faintest tremor, a pinprick of heat blooming behind the center of my brow. It swelled until the warmth spread outward, searing veins of light through my skull. The stone beneath my boots blurred, then unraveled into fine threads of silver, weaving and unweaving like spider silk in a storm. Then came the voices. A tide of them, hundreds, maybe thousands, I couldn't tell, poured into my skull in a single shuddering breath. The force of the sudden invasion nearly drove me to my knees. I didn't know why or how, but I felt the witches. The rush of it left me swaying until I couldn't tell where I ended and they began. I ground my teeth until my jaw ached. Sweat slicked my palms, sliding down my wrists in thin, trembling trails. The first tendrils of their dark magic scraped across my nerves like a thousand stingers pricking beneath my skin, eager to drive me out of their head. I refused to yiel