All Chapters of How to kill an immortal wolf : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The battlefield was silent in a way that made Seraphine’s chest ache. The war, the Ancients, the Celestial Executor all of it had vanished, leaving only smoldering ruins and the faint hum of lingering guardian energy.The moon above was whole again. Its silver surface gleamed, smooth and unbroken. The fractures that had threatened to tear the world apart were gone, healed by the ritual. Its soft light bathed the valley in serenity, a stark contrast to the chaos that had just consumed everything.But something was missing.Her gaze snapped to the central node where he had stood.And he wasn’t there.Her heart dropped.“Impossible,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “He can’t be”A faint ripple of white-hot energy hovered in the air, residual from the ritual. It flickered, unstable, and then collapsed into nothing.Seraphine’s hands shook violently as she scanned the valley. The Ancients were gone. The Celestial Executor had been destroyed or banished. The battlefield was eerily still

The sky broke before dawn.A deep, thunderous crack rolled across the heavens, loud enough to wake every living creature across the world.Seraphine felt it first.A violent ripple through the Veil.Her eyes snapped open.“They’re here,” she whispered.Across the war camp, alarms began to ring. Wolves shifted instantly, bones snapping as massive forms burst from human skin. Witches lit circles of silver fire. Vampires emerged from the shadows like silent blades.The armies had prepared for this moment.But preparation didn’t stop the terror crawling through the air.Because what was coming… was older than the world itself.Seraphine stepped out of the war tent, her silver power already pulsing around her like moonlight made solid.The cracked moon glowed faintly above the horizon.And beneath itReality began to tear.The sky split open like a wound.A massive rift of white-gold light carved across the clouds.From it…Something began to descend.Seraphine’s heart dropped.“They’re op

The sky was falling apart.Silver light bled from the cracked moon like an open wound, spilling across the battlefield in ghostly rivers. Storm clouds twisted violently around the massive rift above, where eternity itself had been torn open.Seraphine floated in the shattered sky.Directly in front of the First Immortal.His silver eyes glowed with ancient power as his hand hovered inches from her heart.“You should not exist, Guardian,” he said quietly.Seraphine’s chest heaved as moonlight surged through her veins.“Too bad,” she whispered.Then she attacked.Silver power exploded from her body like a dying star.The blast slammed into the First Immortal with enough force to flatten mountains and shatter the air itself.For a momentThe battlefield disappeared in light.When the explosion faded, Seraphine was already moving.She shot upward, gathering more moonlight from the fractured sky. Every crack in the moon answered her call, pouring its dying strength into her body.The air s

Silver fire swallowed the world.For one terrifying moment, nothing existed except light.Blinding. Endless. Devouring.Seraphine felt the power tearing through her body like a tidal wave. Moonlight poured through her veins, brighter than anything she had ever controlled before.The ritual had broken its limits.Their powers hers and his had fused into something new.Something dangerous.Something… impossible.The ground beneath them vanished in the explosion of light. The battlefield disappeared. The sky dissolved into a sea of silver energy as the broken moon above them began to pulse violently.Seraphine’s knees buckled.“I can’t… hold it…” she gasped.The immortal tightened his grip on her shoulders, pulling her against him as the storm of power raged around them.“Yes, you can,” he said.But even he sounded unsure.The energy ripping through them now was no longer just his sacrifice.Or her Guardian power.It was both.And the moon was devouring it greedily.High above them, the

The battlefield slowly came back to life.After hours of chaos and destruction, an uneasy calm settled over the valley. Fires burned low where warriors gathered the wounded. Witches repaired shattered barriers with soft glowing spells. Wolves moved through the ruins, carrying their injured brothers and sisters away from the broken ground.The war was over.For now.Above it all, the moon hung full and brilliant in the sky.Whole again.Silver light poured gently across the land like a blessing.Seraphine slept beneath that light.She lay inside a quiet tent at the center of the war camp, surrounded by faint protective runes that witches had drawn around the entrance. Her breathing was soft and steady, but the exhaustion carved deep shadows beneath her eyes.The ritual had nearly killed her.And yetShe had survived.The immortal stood beside her bed, unmoving.Hours had passed.Maybe longer.He hadn’t left once.A witch entered the tent quietly, carrying a small bowl of glowing herbs.