Semua Bab Elemental Lycan : The Devine Elemental: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Down in the study, the frantic, suffocating energy of an impending siege had completely taken over.Elder Veda, who had looked like a stiff breeze might knock her over an hour ago, was suddenly moving with terrifying, bird-like swiftness. The frailty of her immense age seemed to vanish, burning away to reveal the sharp, focused intensity of a High Priestess preparing for war.She barked a sharp order at Elder Thorpe, who hurried into the room carrying a heavy, tarnished silver urn. He dropped it onto the side table, his chest heaving with the effort, the metal clanging dully against the wood."The moon-salt," Veda rasped, stepping up to the urn and plunging her bare, gnarled hands deep into the crystals.The coarse, jagged salt made a visceral sound—like crushed glass and grinding teeth—as she scooped it up. "It has sat under the open sky on the highest ridge lets hope one night is enough." as she held it to her nose, she inhaled deeply. "It has gorged itself on lunar magic. We are go

Leela gasped, her fingernails digging painfully into Fennigan’s arm. The red flowers burned like branding irons, violently reacting to the necrotic mud suppressing her lifeforce. As the angry, fiery petals rapidly withered and faded back into her skin, tiny, acrid wisps of smoke curled off her neck, leaving the faint scent of scorched earth in the air.Veda’s hands remained perfectly steady as she moved down, painting a larger, heavier ward directly over Leela's womb despite the smoking, defensive flares of the Luna's magic.As the wet clay settled over her stomach, a profound, terrifying numbness washed over Leela. The warm, fluttering butterfly sensation of the new baby was instantly muted, swallowed whole by the heavy, necrotic earth. To the outside world, her womb now radiated the cold, empty signature of death."It is done. The mask is on," Veda rasped, stepping back and wiping her hands on a rag. She pointed her stick at Fennigan’s massive leather chair behind the desk. "Sit, Lu

Leela sat rigidly behind the massive oak desk, practically swallowed by the worn, heavy leather of her husband's chair. Despite the terrifying, freezing necrotic clay painted over her heart and womb, the seat itself acted like a physical shield. It smelled deeply of Fennigan—of pine, rain, and the comforting, fiercely territorial musk of her Alpha. The scent wrapped around her shoulders like a heavy cloak, grounding her frayed nerves and pushing an unbelievable, steadying sense of peace deep into her trembling bones.Then, the heavy, muffled voices drifted through the thick stone walls from the front porch. She heard Fennigan’s low, lethal rumble, immediately followed by Vane’s arrogant, venomous shout demanding her surrender.A violent shiver wracked Leela's body, the sheer, instinctual terror of that ancient voice piercing through her calm. She sucked in a sharp, ragged breath, her fingernails digging into the wooden armrests of the chair until her knuckles turned white.Thwack. Eld

Leela cried out, tears immediately spilling over her lashes and tracking down her pale cheeks. The crimson flowers burned like physical branding irons against her skin, leaving faint wisps of acrid smoke in the air, but she refused to let go. The pain was excruciating, but her determination was absolute. She dug her fingers into the jagged edges of the raw crystal, anchoring herself to the desk to see it through.The raw stone pulsed, shooting a blinding beam of light directly into the antique chandelier crystal Jax had placed in front of it.The prism caught the agonizing memories and violently refracted them. The study was instantly plunged into a spectral, three-dimensional darkness, lit only by the eerie, swirling green-and-white projections of the dying earth.The walls of the study vanished. Suddenly, Vane, his guards, and the Elders were standing in the middle of a spectral wasteland.Translucent, ghostly images flickered into existence all around them. The first projection sho

In the center of the chaotic, strobe-lit study, Fennigan couldn't take it. The political trap, the Elder Council, the need to expose the High Councilor to his army—none of it mattered anymore. His mate was dying right in front of him, consumed by the agonizing echo of Vane's atrocities.With a feral, deafening roar that shook the very foundations of the manor, Fennigan lunged forward. He wrapped his massive arms around Leela’s waist, but pulling her away was like trying to rip a drowning woman from a whirlpool. The raw beacon stone had formed a magnetic, parasitic tether to the Elemental Stone embedded in her chest. Fennigan planted his heavy boots, growled through clenched teeth, and violently ripped her backward, physically tearing her hands away from the jagged edges of the crystal.They crashed to the hardwood floor together, Fennigan taking the brunt of the impact as his broad back slammed against the base of the bookshelves. He immediately curled around her, shielding her body w