Alle Kapitel von Divina: The Omega's Awakening: Kapitel 91 – Kapitel 100

Marcellous's Point Of View“Brother! How could that fucking be possible?!” Raven screamed in fear.I let out a heavy, exhausted sigh. I was starting to get immensely irritated by Raven’s incessant, piercing screams, and I was dangerously close to dragging his useless ass out of this room. But I still needed him right here in front of me—a pathetic, whimpering hostage to use as leverage whenever I needed to threaten his older brother.I forced myself to clamp down on the rising fury inside my chest, breathing heavily through my nose to keep from slaughtering both of these warlock lords right here on the blood-soaked floor.How the fuck dare he kill my people? I thought bitterly. Did he seriously get that tired of living?!“Alpha… Supreme Alpha! Please, someone must be trying to frame my brother! Someone must be blackmailing him! He would never do that!” Raven blurted out incoherently, his voice cracking as he frantically tried to save his brother’s life from the executioner's block.

AUTHOR'S POINT OF VIEW A woman was lying motionlessly on the extravagant bed with black curtains intricate with golden stitching, which half-covered her from the rest of the dark room. Her long, raven-black hair was scattered all over the silk pillows beneath her head. She looked so deathly pale, as if her skin were made of translucent glass, through which one could easily trace the faint, delicate blue veins threading across her temples. “When the fuck is she going to wake up, Azrakar?” Lilith asked, her voice sharp as she crossed her arms tightly over her chest. She stood near the side of the grand bed, a woman dressed in a pristine white tutu-style gown, absentmindedly twirling a lock of her hair coquettishly around her finger while throwing a sideways nod down at the motionless girl resting beneath the covers. Azrakar let out a slow, lazy sigh, shrugging his broad shoulders nonchalantly as he leaned back against a carved mahogany pillar. “How the hell should I know, Lilit

Lilith's Point Of View"What... what did you do to me?" I sobbed, my voice breaking into a pathetic, ragged wail as I collapsed completely onto the cold floor, unable to even hold my own head up. "Why am I so weak? Why can't I stand?!" Lilith looked down at me, her expression shifting from mild amusement to deep, profound disgust, as if I were a squashed bug on the bottom of her shoe. "Because without your wolf, you're nothing," she said coldly, her voice devoid of a single shred of humanity. "Just a pathetic, empty human husk crying on a dirty floor. Exactly where you belong." I couldn't hold it back anymore. The dam broke, and a massive, agonizing torrent of tears streamed down my face, soaking into the dusty floorboards. I hated humans. My entire life, I had looked down on human mortals, despising their weakness, their fragility, their pathetic tears. I had always prided myself on being superior, being a predator, being a wolf shifter. And now? Now, there was absolutely n

Divina's Point Of ViewSurprise tangled tightly in my chest, completely catching me off guard as I stared at the ginger-haired girl.I was so entirely unaccustomed to anyone approaching me with such bright, unbridled enthusiasm, let alone a complete stranger in a terrifyingly magical academy. My mind scrambled for a moment, silently wondering how someone could possibly be so overwhelmingly comfortable and open around a person they had literally met less than a minute ago.Ismerelle didn't seem bothered by my hesitation at all. She just kept right on talking, her eyes sparkling with playful amusement as she tilted her head at my stiff, nervous posture."You look like a deer caught in a pair of very headlights, you know that right?" Ismerelle teased gently, taking another step closer. "Are you always this tense, or is my radiant charm just too much for your system?"A tiny puff of air escaped my lips, a mix of bewilderment and sudden amusement bubbling up beneath my ribs. "I... I'm j

Divina's Point Of View As Ismerelle pulled me along, we drifted back toward the open courtyard where a bustling group of student witches were gathered, deeply engrossed in practicing their magical arts. I paused, letting go of Ismerelle’s hand as I watched the students effortlessly summon dancing flames, manipulate floating currents of water, or move heavy stone objects through the air with nothing more than a flick of their wrists. Near the center of the courtyard, a striking student with silver-blonde hair flicked her fingers gracefully, transforming a scatter of fallen autumn leaves into a flock of tiny, glowing birds that fluttered around her shoulders. A second later, she raised her hands, creating a breathtaking, perfect sphere of brilliant blue fire between her palms. She handled the blazing heat with total confidence, pride written all over her posture. I stared at her, a deep sense of admiration washing over me. I watched her effortlessly command the flames, treati