Todos os capítulos de The Lycan King's Luna Healer : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Malric’s POV A mindlink surged through me, cutting through the moment with Emily.“My king, you need to come to the study now. I found something on that hybrid’s mother.”“On my way,” I replied.I pulled back from Emily reluctantly.“I have matters to attend to,” I told her.She asked to step out of the suite. It took more restraint than I cared to admit to agree. I couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to her.I assigned two of my most trusted guards to follow her, instructing them to report anything unusual immediately.Then I left for my study.Theodore was already waiting when I entered.“Here it is, my king.” He placed a file on the desk.I picked it up and flipped through the contents, my expression darkening with each page.Isobel Meldith Valambrosa.That was the name of that hybrid’s mother.But something in this didn’t add up…again.The earlier records contradicted each other. One claimed she was cast out of her coven after a forbidden union with a vampire general

POV: Inside the Beast’s Mind For over eight hundred years, I have been caged. I'm the last of my kind. The rest were wiped out during the great war that once tore the supernatural world apart. But it began long before that. Fifteen hundred years ago, the Celestial Mother brought forth five children—the first of their kind: a nightwalker, a vampire, a werewolf, a witch, and a warlock. From them, the supernatural world was born and multiplied. Each carried unique power. But power breeds envy. They wanted more and started coveting each other's power and abilities. They turned on one another. What began as creation descended into a great war, a conflict that spread across the realms. The nightwalker, the youngest and weakest, was cast aside, banished and forgotten. The Celestial Mother did nothing to intervene. For a time, the nightwalker remained distant from the conflict, choosing survival over dominance. But power has a way of drawing attention. In time, the nightwalker gr

Malric’s POV We ransacked Emily’s room, but we couldn’t find that hybrid, and that only made the tension rise.“Continue searching,” I barked at the guards. “Leave no corner untouched.”Emily had definitely brought her here. I was certain of it. She was hiding somewhere.The sacred stone hadn’t revealed anything suspicious about her, yet my instincts refused to settle. And even if she wasn’t what we feared, then she was something else entirely—something still dangerous.Sarah had the same suspicion. That girl was wrong.Sarah did everything in her power to flush the hybrid out, but whatever she was, her power was strong enough to conceal her presence from a priestess of the moon order also. That alone made it clear she was something far from ordinary. This wasn’t just witchcraft.“Bring out every strange object you can find. Since she’s a hybrid with witch abilities, she might be using spells to disguise herself as an object,” Sarah ordered, and the guards complied.One by one, she

Emily’s POV I was sure I heard the name “Velmora,” clear and distinct, like someone had whispered it right beside my ear.I thought it was a maid, but when I spun around, there was no one there.The room was empty. Of course, no maid would have come here at this hour. Past midnight.Then the name struck.The forest guardian.The creature I had encountered in the woods a few days ago, the one who had called me that name.The voice came again, softer this time, but persistent.Pulling me toward it.I turned slowly, my gaze drifting to the large windows that were still open, the night air slipping through the curtains, billowing them gently.“Velmora…” It came again.This time, there was no doubt. The sound was coming from beyond the shore, far across the stretch of water, toward the distant forest where the trees blurred into the horizon like shadows against the night sky.Was it really that forest guardian calling out to me again?“Forest guardian?” I whispered, my voice barely audib

Emily’s POV (Before she collapsed)I didn’t care if I was going to bleed to death. But I couldn’t stand there and watch Malric die like this.Without thinking, I challenged the beast.It recoiled again, just like before, and I couldn’t understand why.That hesitation… it felt unnatural.Driven by something I couldn’t explain, I charged toward it, my body moving on instinct, as though something unfamiliar was guiding me forward.I didn’t stop.Not even when fear clawed at me.I fought brutally, using every skill Malric had taught me. Every strike, every movement, it all came back to me in a rush as I pressed forward despite the pain in my side.Then, the moment the sword pierced through its body and it began to shift, my movements slowed.My body stilled.It changed… Into…My breath left me.Piper.I wanted to run to her immediately, but my legs wouldn’t move.They refused to respond, as if rooted to the ground.She stood there, wounded, the sword still embedded in her body. Slowly, h