Todos os capítulos de The Rise Of The Midnight Heir : Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

The heavy rain had finally stopped, washing away the dirt and crimson stains from the winding stone paths that led out of the shattered Red Claw pack house.At the front of the long column, Kaelen and Lyssandra led the march away from the fallen territory. Behind them walked hundreds of liberated Midnight survivors, families reunited, wounded warriors supported by their kin, and young wolves carrying what little belongings they could save. Surrounding them on all sides were the proud vanguards of Silver Night, their swords sheathed but their eyes sharp and vigilant. They carried no heavy loot or stolen trophies from Red Claw’s vault. They carried only their reclaimed honor, their ancestral weapons, and their freedom.As they reached the crest of the high ridge overlooking the wide, emerald expanse of Midnight’s ancestral valley, Kaelen raised his hand, signaling the entire column to halt.The mountain wind blew soft and cool across the valley floor, carrying the sweet, nostalgic scent

Kaelen stood with his longsword sheathed at his hip. Beside him, Lyssandra kept her hand resting lightly on the pommel of her dark steel daggers.Behind them, elders, recovered hostages, and Silver Night allies worked tirelessly to clear the brush and establish temporary shelters. But the quiet productivity of the morning was shattered by the sharp thud of approaching hooves.A lone rider bounded through the heavy fog, holding high a long wooden staff wrapped in a stark white flag of truce. The rider brought his dark stallion to a harsh halt ten paces from Kaelen.The envoy unrolled a heavy scroll made of dark parchment, sealed with fresh black wax bearing the combined mark of Blackmoon and Red Claw.“I bring a formal decree from the Southern Sovereign,” the envoy announced, his voice ringing loud over the quiet encampment. “From Luna Selene and Alpha Canaan of the united Blackmoon territory.”Lyssandra’s eyes narrowed slightly at the sound of Selene’s name, her true mate bond humming

The central courtyard of the Midnight camp was a scene of controlled chaos. Midnight and Silver Night warriors were strapping on their leather armor, sharpening longswords, and checking the tension on their bowstrings by the light of crackling iron braziers. Kaelen stood near the main war table, his hands gripping the weathered wooden edges, his silver eyes burning with a lethal, unyielding fury.His broadsword was already buckled to his waist. Every instinct in his blood cried out to leap onto his mount, tear through the eastern pass, and cut down every Blackmoon operative who had dared to bring poison to his people's water. A few lower-ranking wolves and elders had already shown early signs of fever before the warning gongs could fully echo across the valley, and the sight of his people suffering turned his blood into liquid fire."The vanguard is assembled, Kaelen," Garrett called out, rushing up to the table with his shield strapped to his arm. "We can hit the border pass before th

The cold mountain wind howled through the narrow ravine, rustling the black briars where Jarek stood beneath the dim moonlight.Kaelen’s silver eyes remained cold, fixed on the exhausted prince of Red Claw. Behind Kaelen, Lyssandra kept her dagger drawn, her ears listening for any sound of a Blackmoon trap in the surrounding woods. But there were no hidden archers, no creeping vanguards. Jarek had truly come alone.“Speak quickly, Jarek,” Kaelen said, his voice dropping into a dangerous rumble. “You speak of breaking Blackmoon’s keep, yet you are the son of Darius. Why step into the dark to help the wolf who killed your father?”Jarek swallowed hard, leaning heavily against his wooden staff. A flicker of deep pain passed through his dark eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a quiet, steady resolve.“My father died in an honorable duel that he chose,” Jarek said softly, his voice trembling slightly. “He fought for power, and he paid with his life. I do not hate you for taking his head i

The iron-reinforced doors leading to the inner courtyard shook as Kaelen raised his broadsword. With a single, heavy strike powered by his silver Alpha aura, the heavy iron lock snapped. The thick wooden doors burst open, swinging wide into the cold night air.Kaelen stepped out into the stone courtyard first, with Lyssandra right at his side.The inner courtyard was enclosed by high stone walls. Iron torches burned along the perimeter, casting long, red shadows across the ground. Stationed around the courtyard were thirty of Canaan’s most vicious inner guards, armed with broadswords, iron shields, and spiked maces. Standing in the center of them all was Alpha Canaan himself.Canaan had thrown off his heavy cape, leaving only his black iron armor. He held his massive battleaxe with both hands, the double-headed steel blade gleaming under the torchlight. His eyes were wild, bloodshot, and burning with desperate rage.“You should have stayed in the North, Kaelen!” Canaan roared, his dee