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Then, through the trees, a column of riders appeared—black silhouettes against the crimson light. The villagers poured into the square, whispering prayers. At the front rode a man who seemed carved from shadow itself. His armor was etched with runes that pulsed faintly red, and a long cloak flowed behind him like smoke. His face was half hidden by a hood, but his eyes caught the moonlight—crimson, cold, and alive. “The Dark Prince,” someone breathed. “He’s real.” The man dismounted, the air itself seeming to bow away from him. His gaze swept the crowd. “By order of the Crown,” he said, voice low but carrying. “We seek the girl born under the Blood Moon.”

“No. I’m trying to protect the king.” “Liar!” another guard spat, stepping forward with his sword pointed at me. “You’ve been plotting against him all along! Explain why he’s here with you!” I looked down at the unconscious king, then back at the guards. They weren’t going to listen. “You don’t understand, I was trying to save his majesty! We have been running from the traitors all this while! You have to—” But before I could finish, they lunged at me. Instinct took over. I dodged the first strike, grabbed the second guard’s wrist, twisting it until he dropped his sword. The third guard came at me with a knife, but I kicked him back, sending him crashing into the cave wall.

Prince Anouk tightened his iron-like hand on Princess Jiyanah's neck. His expression was grim and his face was dark. He looked like a hungry beast who wanted to swallow her alive. She had never seen an evil in real life but right now she finally saw one and it was much more terrifying than how it was described on the books that she had read. Her flesh trembled from too much her, slowly getting weak due to lack of air. Hot tears began rolling down her cold cheeks.

Before I can comprehend what is happening, they're already on their feet again downstairs. "You fucking piece of shit," Prince lashes out, whirling the guy around and locking his wrists from behind, pushing him against the glass window. He whacks the guy's face against it that the glass cracks. The psychopath growls in pain as Prince cracks his hand, probably breaking the bone. Prince roughly spins him around that the back of his head smacks the glass window again. "How dare you," Prince hisses, venom in his voice. Then my vision becomes more and more blur, everything around me spinning around. My chest is heaving up and down, my breaths short from the lack of air just now. The legs that I'v

The spear shafts, forged from steel, intertwined like an inseparable web, trying to trap him in his seat. The spearheads sliced through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound, yet the person sitting on the black chair remained motionless. Prince Kral stood tall, his fierce features exuding an aura of darkness. Beneath his black hair, his golden eyes flickered with a tinge of crimson, resembling a towering death god with icy dominance. Nowarrior dared to approach Prince Kral. He was seated on the chair, even though it seemed like he was trapped by spears and unable to move.

The wind mussed his hair which was so dark it had a bluish hue to it when it interacted with the light. With his tightly coiled muscles, it was obvious that the prince was a warrior. However, unlike the other soldiers wearing armor, Prince Aldric was in a mere tunic and trousers. But the most interesting part of his features was the runes on his body gleaming with his dark magic. The runes were very alive because they seemed to writhe against his flesh with every movement. He would have been an angel if not for the wicked smile that made everyone's blood turn to ice. His angelic perfection was only there to deceive because Prince Aldric was nothing but pure undiluted evil.

But I followed my instinct, only to find Lowell killing my men. His men are restless. Marco can see the tension in their eyes, their fear unmistakable. They know how dangerous and brutal the Lycan Prince is. Those who witnessed Lowell snap heads off bodies still shudder at the mention of his name. “I’m sure he’s in search of blood,” Stephen adds. “Animals or our kind. He’ll definitely come out from hiding.” The sight of his headless and heartless warriors flashes in Marco’s mind. It makes him want to gag as he stands before his men, preparing to pay their last respects to the fallen, as is the pack’s usual ritual.

Each sound Caelum made fed the chamber with something half-sacred, half-obscene. “Or so you were told,” Velis murmured. His voice was almost gentle now, though it struck like a knife. “And yet here you are. His eyes. His defiance. His blood resisting my cruelty as no mortal ever could.” He leaned close, lips brushing Caelum’s ear. “Perhaps you do not even know what you are.” The prince gasped through clenched teeth, his voice shredded but still iron. “I am the son of Ashan. I am the enemy you could not kill. I will never be yours.”

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I shook my head and countered immediately, “Just tell me, Davina. What else could be more shocking than the fact that I just stabbed myself and that I am seeing my cousin while others can’t see him?” Davina Lips thinned before my eyes and she whispered, “If you insist, My King.” Yes, I insisted. Davina continued after a short break, “Prince Byron has become one of the most dangerous Lycans and it takes someone equal to defeat him.” “I am not scared of him, Davina.” I chimed boldly. “I will face him now and destroy his tainted soul.”