Todos los capítulos de THE FORBIDDEN BOND OF FATE: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Lucien emerged from the ravaged battlefield and made his way towards the clearing where he had last sensed Anana and Anastasia.His pace was calm and measured. Yet his eyes missed nothing.The forest had become a graveyard.Broken branches carpeted the ground almost like they were shattered bones of the ancient pines. Fresh gouges scarred the trunks of towering trees, some cleaved clean through, others blackened by magic. The scent of blood hung so heavily in the air that it smothered the earthy fragrance of the forest.Bodies lay everywhere.Black Wanderers had fallen where death claimed them, their limbs twisted at unnatural angles, their weapons scattered beyond lifeless fingers. Blood seeped into the forest floor, soaking roots, stones, and leaves until the earth itself seemed to have turned red.Lucien's gaze drifted over the carnage in complete silence.Every corpse, wound and shattered weapon… Each one of them told a story.Then...His eyes settled on a familiar face.The witch

Night had already settled over the ancient forest.The towering pines stood like dark silhouettes beneath the moonlit sky, their enormous canopies swallowing most of the stars. Beyond the small clearing, the forest had fallen into a deep, watchful silence, disturbed only by the occasional rustle of leaves and the soft crackle of the campfire.Inside the tent… Anastasia still hadn't woken.She lay beneath the blankets, her small body utterly still, her face peaceful despite everything she had witnessed earlier.Anana remained at her side.She had barely moved since they returned to camp. Every few moments, she dipped a small towel into a bowl of cool water, squeezed out the excess, and gently pressed the damp cloth against her daughter's forehead.Slowly… Carefully… With the quiet tenderness of a mother who had nowhere else she needed to be.She brushed a few damp strands of hair away from Anastasia's face, letting her fingers linger briefly against her daughter's cheek before lifting

At that exact moment… The classroom doors opened.The teacher stepped inside.Instantly, the scattered conversations died.Students hurried back to their seats as chairs scraped against the floor. Books were pulled open, pages rustled, and quills were quickly placed upon desks.Within seconds, the room settled into silence.The teacher's gaze swept across the classroom."Good morning, everyone.""Good morning, sir."The response came almost in unison.The lesson began.But the boy wasn't listening.His eyes remained fixed on the empty seat across from him.Anastasia's seat.The teacher's voice continued in the background, but the words barely reached him.Beneath his desk, his fingers tightened around the strap of his satchel.The gift was still inside.And now, so was his decision.He was going to find her… He was going to visit Anastasia.No matter what it took!… Meanwhile… Deep within the wilderness…A completely different kind of excitement had erupted."There!"Anastasia poi

The bullied boy stood before the enormous black gates of the Crimson Blood Pack.For several long seconds, he simply stared.The sheer size of the gates made him feel painfully small. They towered above him like an impenetrable wall, their dark iron disappearing into the evening shadows.His fingers tightened around the strap of his satchel… His palms were already damp.He had made it this far… Now he only had to knock.Just one knock… That was all.He drew in a slow breath, trying to steady the frantic pounding of his heart.His hand slowly lifted.His fingers trembled slightly as they moved towards the gate.But before his knuckles could touch the iron..."WHO'S THERE?"The thunderous voice exploded from the other side.The boy nearly jumped out of his skin.His hand jerked back instinctively, and his heart slammed against his ribs.For one terrifying second, he simply stood there, frozen.A metallic sound followed.Shing!The unmistakable sound of a sword being drawn.His stomach d

Out of nowhere…Anastasia felt strangely light-headed.The sensation came so suddenly and so mildly that no one around her seemed to notice.But she did.Her fingers instinctively tightened around the edge of her desk.For the briefest moment, the classroom seemed to tilt beneath her.Anastasia blinked.She remained perfectly still, waiting for the strange sensation to pass.Then…Just as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone.The room steadied… The voices around her continued as though nothing had happened.Anastasia frowned faintly.She glanced around the classroom, almost expecting to find someone staring at her.No one was.Everyone seemed completely absorbed in whatever they were doing.She slowly released her grip on the desk.What was that?She straightened in her chair, trying to make sense of the strange feeling.Perhaps it was just the journey.She had only returned from the wilderness the previous night, after all. Maybe her body was still recovering from the long ride ho