Novel & Cerita Is Saga Of Tanya The Evil Finished

I took a slow breath and lifted my head, meeting his gaze for the first time without pleading. “I, Tanya, the halfblood of Xoraya Clan, accept your rejection, Alpha Prince Tovar of Raki Horde Pack.”

The words settled like thunder that hadn’t yet struck. Tanya pulled away completely now, panic rising. “No. No, this doesn’t make sense. I’m nobody, I’m—” “You were hidden,” her mother interrupted gently. “Erased from every record. Even from fate itself, if that were possible.” Tanya’s voice cracked. “Why?” Her mother hesitated. Then, “Because the High Priest wasn’t trying to kill you.” Kael’s eyes sharpened instantly. Tanya froze. “He was trying to find you,” her mother continued, “before someone else did.” Silence collapsed the room. Tanya whispered, “Someone else?” Her mother nodded once.“There is another claimant.”

Elysia announced. Tanya withdrew her rapier and bowed slightly, her expression a mixture of relief and exhaustion. Viktor smiled weakly, offering her a nod of respect. Despite the loss, he had fought valiantly, and the crowd acknowledged his efforts with loud applause. Danial leaned back in his seat, impressed. “She’s is getting better,” he muttered, making a mental note of her tactics. The mountainous terrain began to dissolve, returning the arena to its original state. Tanya walked off the field, her confidence bolstered, but she knew the tournament was far from over. The challenges ahead would only grow more intense.

“You should rest. We’ll discuss everything in the morning.” I shook my head, determination fueling me. “No. We talk now. No more secrets.” Sebastian’s gaze softened, a hint of guilt flickering in his eyes. “You’re right. You deserve the truth.” We settled into the library, the room’s rich mahogany shelves lined with ancient tomes. A fire crackled in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the walls. Adam leaned against the mantel, his posture tense. “Tanya’s attack wasn’t just a personal vendetta. She’s aligned with forces that oppose the prophecy.”

But the darkness consumed the room making me fear of the very last time memories this man gave – a werewolf. “Hearing your heartbeat, I guess you remember me aurora”, he said as he raked his ugly eyes on me biting his lower lip making me disgusted by the way he is eying me. “Have to agree witches are the sexiest beings on earth, how come you guys kept your hands for yourself?”, he asks amused with the two dogs who brought me here. “Your orders Alpha”, David tells making me clench my teeth in anger. “you killed my whole clan, my family and now what do you want from me?”, I hiss at him angrily.

But now that we had Tanya, we had a chance to catch him, but she was making it hard for us. Tanya looked at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of pain and exhaustion. "What will happen to me if I told you about Rodrigo?" she asked, her voice trembling. I hesitated for a moment before answering. "I can't promise you anything," I said honestly. "But I promise you would be set free." “Ha,” she laughed loudly, “You are all the same. Evil, cunning men who only use and dispose of others to reach the top. You'll never hear anything from me, so you should kill me.”

Hello, readers... The author wants to inform you something. With a heavy heart, I say that this story must end here because the performance is far below the target that must be achieved. Actually, the main conflict of this story is in the final part of this Shamo Land Arc. Then, the conflict will heat up in the next arc. It's a shame that we have to part here. If next time there is a chance, I do want to continue it again. I thank you profusely for those of you who have supported this novel by voting gems and others. Best Regards, Banin SN.

Dear lovely readers, We’re nearing the final chapters of The Tyrant’s Baby. It’s been an incredible journey bringing this story to life, and I’m so grateful for your support, love, and patience along the way. Stay tuned as we uncover the last twist, turn, and heartfelt moments in Selene and Alaric’s story. Thank you for being part of this adventure! With love, Yña Banana 🌙

“He’s taking too much, isn’t he?” I stopped. Tanya stood in the shadows beside a pillar. She was no longer wearing her commander’s armor. Instead, she wore a plain grey tunic. Her position had been stripped away, but the sharp look in her eyes remained. She had been watching the cracks in the walls. Listening to the mountain. “The Seer said there would be a price,” I answered quietly. “The price is our home,” Tanya replied, stepping closer. Her face looked pale. “The warriors are afraid. They think the mountain is angry. They don’t know the truth, that Killian’s miracle is slowly destroying it.”

“I do not know if he will last the night.” “No,” Anya said. “I will not let him die!” “You have no say in the matter, witch-daughter.” Baba Yaga shook her head. She handed poultice to Anya. He sighed in his sleep. “Is the battle over?” Anya asked. Baba Yaga nodded. “Your friends Elizaveta and Iosif are dead,” she said gently.