The Dragon King's Enchanted Bride

not thinking

ng off the pristine crystalline walls. The flickering symbols engraved

glimmering faintly beneath her fingertips. She turned to Liora, her face outraged and indignant. "What am I not

her wolfish impulses. "If this ceremony fails, the sanctum and the entire kingdom will be destroyed." Werewolf clans are alr

, "is to prevent Wolf's Crest from tearing itself apart."The sanctum has held this count

oiled over, and her voice rose. "Tonight's energy is unstable

ushed over the prism's smooth surface as if to settle themselves. "I am th

t. "No one else can do it. But you don't have to do it alon

I have been alone since the day they murdered m

tone, reflected the full moon's silver light, resulting in moving patterns on the walls. The Celestial Prism, pulsating qu

ance keepers whose magic had kept the peace throughout several wars and rivalries. But betrayal destroyed that heritag

s magic fell out of sync. Without it, the kingdom's fragile peace would collapse. Werewolf tribes would compete f

rs. She put her supplies in a precise circle around her, including bowls of crushed lunar stones, vi

mured quietly, barely audible.

y from her lips. The air in the temple thickened and pulsated with energy as the patterns on the walls

e intensity of its light, creating ripples of silver energy throughout the sanctuary.

harmony event

sound resonated down the tube, suggestive of ice splintering under tension. E

stepping forward. "Somethin

eath her palms appeared jagged and unstable, challenging her control. She c

and twisting against the walls. A faint voice echoed around the chamb

r. "This isn't just magic in the san

a snapped, her frustration bo

urning her off. The symbols on the walls

forward amid the chaos. "You

a wave of silver light. The power pushed L

loister's energy surged out of control, ripping through the walls like a raging hurricane. T

ody trembled from exertion. "No," she quietly said

blast of cold air that made Elara's breath misty. The murmuring became loud

core, and Elara was thrown backwards, her body smacking

me the

e air felt strangely cold, and the whispers ceased. A crushing nothingness descende

er voice full of sorro

h movement. Her gaze turned to the prism's fractured pieces, wh

and slender, and its shape moved like smoke in the breeze. Its eyes sho

summoned this, had she? The ceremony was designed to rep

ttling stillness. It crept closer, its presence stiflin

d, its harsh and venomous voice ringing th

leave, but her body remained motionless. The pha

, her name flowing forth like