All Chapters of The Mark Of Orathyn : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Evren's head snapped toward the eastern wing of the palace. The silver light around his bracelet disappeared as quickly as it had come. But the connection remained. He could feel her. "Mira." His voice was barely a whisper. Pearl immediately noticed the change in his expression. "What is it?" He looked at her, his face drained of color. "He's with her." Eros didn't wait another second. "Move!" The Lycan King shot across the courtyard like a silver blur. Freya was right behind him. Rowan barked orders as warriors rushed after their King. Within moments, half the palace was running toward the eastern gardens. Evren tried to follow. The moment he took his first step, his knees buckled. The corruption surged violently through his body. He grabbed the nearest pillar before he could fall. Pearl caught his arm. "Evren!" "I'm fine." "You are absolutely not fine." He gritted his teeth. "I have to get to her." "You will," Pearl said firmly. "But if you collapse now, you won't

Evren stood between Mira and the Hollow King, his hand never releasing hers. Even though the fragment inside him burned like molten iron, even though every breath felt like another battle, he stood — because behind him was the little sister he had promised to protect. Mira peeked around his shoulder, a relieved smile spreading across her face. "I knew you'd come." Evren let out a shaky breath. "Of course I came." He glanced back at her for just a second. "Are you hurt?" She shook her head quickly. "No. He just talks too much." Evren almost laughed. "You really shouldn't insult ancient monsters." Mira grinned. "I didn't. I insulted his clothes." Despite everything, a faint smile crossed his face. "Mother's going to have a headache." "Probably," Mira whispered. "But don't tell her I said that." The brief moment of laughter disappeared as Evren turned back toward the Hollow King, his golden eyes gone ice-cold. "You touched my family once. You corrupted me." His grip on Mir

The Hollow King looked at the family standing together — Eros, Freya, Evren, Mira, Pearl. For a brief moment, he saw exactly why they had survived every trial. Not because they were the strongest. Because they refused to stand alone. His crimson eyes narrowed. "Very well. If hope is the path you've chosen, I'll be the one to destroy it." Darkness gathered around him once more, the shadows rising like a storm before dissolving into the wind. His voice lingered long after he disappeared. "I'll be waiting, Evren. When the fragment consumes your heart, you'll come to me willingly." The garden fell silent, only the sound of everyone's breathing left behind. Rowan signaled the guards at once. "Search the entire palace! No one lowers their guard!" The Royal Guard scattered in every direction. Eros turned to Lucien. "Strengthen every barrier. I don't want even a shadow entering this palace unnoticed." "I'll begin immediately," Lucien said, and Astrid and Rosalie hurried after him, already

No one spoke. The silence that followed felt heavier than any battle. Evren slowly laid a hand over his chest—the burning, the constant ache, the sensation of something clawing at his soul from the inside. It was gone. Only for a moment. But it had been gone. He stared at Mira in disbelief. "You—" Her eyes flew open, her face going pale at once. "Did I hurt you?" She looked ready to cry. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to—" Before she could finish, Evren pulled her into a tight hug. "You didn't," he said, voice thick. "You did the exact opposite." "Huh?" "You helped me." She hugged him back slowly. "So... I didn't break anything?" "No," he laughed softly. "You fixed something." Her worried expression brightened instantly. "Oh! I like fixing things." "That was incredible," Pearl said, her eyes misty. Lucien stepped closer, already turning it over in his mind. "No," he murmured. "It wasn't incredible. It was impossible." Everyone looked at him. "The fragment didn't fight

Morning arrived quietly. Golden sunlight filtered through the curtains of the royal chamber. The first person to wake was Evren. He looked down. His hand was still trapped beneath Mira's. She had somehow rolled across half the bed during the night. One leg was resting on him. The blanket had completely disappeared. Evren sighed to himself. "How does one person sleep this wildly?" Just then, Freya opened her eyes. She looked at the two of them and smiled. "I see nothing has changed." Evren looked up. "She kicked me three times." "I did not," a sleepy voice mumbled. Mira hadn't even opened her eyes. "You did." "No." "You stole the blanket." "It came to me willingly." Freya burst into laughter. Eros, who had just walked in carrying two cups of tea, stopped in the doorway. He took one look at the scene — his daughter sprawled across the bed, his eldest son looking completely defeated, and his queen trying not to laugh. He smiled. "Good morning." Mira finall