Todos os capítulos de Beloved Of The Lycan King : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

The barrier sealed with a thunderous pulse. Sound from the outside world vanished instantly. No warriors. No palace. No Theodore. Only silence… and her. My reflection stood across from me, crimson energy curling around her like living flame. Inside the glowing circle, the air felt heavier, charged with emotion instead of magic. She smiled slowly. “No running now.” I steadied my breathing. “I wasn’t planning to.” Her eyes gleamed with approval. “Good. I hate cowardice.” Without warning, she attacked. First Clash She moved like instinct itself fast, brutal, unrestrained. A strike slammed into my guard, forcing me backward across the stone floor. The impact rattled through my bones. She fought exactly like me… but without hesitation. Every move carried full intent to dominate. I countered, silver-violet energy flaring as our powers collided. Light and darkness exploded outward, shaking the barrier walls. She laughed mid-fight. “You hold back even now!” “I control my

Dawn arrived too quickly.Golden light spread across the horizon, but it felt weaker than usual — as if the sun itself sensed the end approaching.Another star vanished as morning broke.The countdown in the sky shifted again.6 DAYS REMAININGThe Origin Gate shimmered above the palace, a vertical line of pure white brilliance cutting through reality itself. It made no sound, yet its presence vibrated through my bones like a silent call.Waiting.For me.The courtyard filled with warriors, elders, and pack members. No one spoke loudly. Even the strongest wolves stood quietly, watching as if witnessing a farewell they didn’t want to acknowledge.Theodore stood beside me.Close enough that our shoulders touched.Neither of us had moved for several minutes.Finally, he spoke.“You saw something last night.”It wasn’t a question.I nodded slowly.“A vision.”His jaw tightened. “Tell me.”I hesitated.But hiding truth now felt pointless.“I saw myself reaching the Core… and disappearing.”

The Origin screamed.There was no sound yet I felt it everywhere at once, like reality itself had been wounded.Cracks spread across the endless light of the Core, dark fractures crawling outward like veins of shadow invading a living heart.The transformation Theodore and I had begun halted instantly.Energy froze around us.The Core dimmed.For the first time since entering the Origin…existence felt afraid.“Foreign anomaly detected,” the Core announced, its voice no longer perfectly steady.The darkness inside the fracture moved.Not like energy.Not like life.Like absence learning how to exist.Theodore stepped slightly in front of me instinctively, golden power flaring despite the crushing pressure.“What now?” he muttered.I didn’t answer.Because I already felt it.This presence was older than balance.Older than creation.Older than the Core itself.The First SilenceThe crack widened slowly.Light recoiled from it.Stars flickered out across the vision surrounding us not er

The Origin was alive.Not in flashes of light or bursts of power. Alive in every sense. Every pulse of existence hummed through me. I could feel the rotation of planets, the birth of stars, the faint flutter of wings on distant worlds. Every choice, every possibility, every fragment of life flowed through my veins like molten energy.And yet… my chest ached.Theodore’s absence was a hollow void I couldn’t fill. His golden warmth, his laugh, the way he anchored me in reality all of it was distant. Like a memory trapped behind glass.I flexed my hands, and the Origin responded. A world formed beneath me in a heartbeat a forest, rivers, mountains, skies. I hadn’t meant to, yet the energy obeyed instinctively. Creation was now a language I spoke without thinking.Then the Void returned.Not as a shadow, not as a threat… but curious. Watching. Testing. Its hollow gaze swept across the worlds I had created. Its voice, soft but cutting, resonated in my mind:“Existence… thrives.”“Yes,” I wh

Light surrounded me completely.Not blinding.Not overwhelming.Gentle.Patient.As if existence itself waited for my answer.Before me floated two paths formed from living starlight.One burned steady and infinite calm, eternal, unchanging.The other pulsed warmly imperfect, shifting, alive.The Core’s voice echoed from within me now, no longer separate.“Creation stabilized. Guardian selection required.”I understood what that meant.If I remained here as Creation’s Heart, reality would always have a protector balance anchored forever.No more End Cycles.No more cosmic threats.Existence would endure safely.But I would cease to live as Kiara.No touch.No laughter.No Theodore.Only eternity.My gaze shifted to the second path.Return home.Become mortal again.Live, love, grow… and accept that existence would once again face uncertainty someday.Risk.Freedom.Choice.Theodore WaitsTheodore stood beside me within the Origin, formed from golden energy, his presence flickering as