Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

When I saw Hubson’s teeth sink into Beryl’s neck, my heart seemed to stop beating in my chest. My greatest fear was now a reality. I let out an unearthly cry and turned into a wolf, pouncing on Hubson’s withered body.

I sank my claws into Hubson’s paper-like skin. He howled in pain, but he didn’t let go of Beryl. He fought me back desperately, which made every fiber of my being sting in pain.

B***d started to spurt out of all my orifices, blurring my vision.

But I didn’t dare to loosen my grip on him.

“Damn it, Sylvia! If you want to die together, then we’ll die together!” There was a crazed look in Hubson’s eyes, and his mouth twisted upwards in a sinister smile. Disgusting black b***d oozed from his lips as energy gathered at his fingertips.

At that moment, I felt the power of the vampire progenitor. That was a self-destructive measure. If I wanted to live, I had to let go of Hubson immediately.

In a word, i had to make a choice either I let Beryl die, or I had to sacrifice my own lifeNôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Naturally, I chose the latter.

I tried my best to endure Hubson’s attack, but I could barely hold on.

Just as I was about to black out from the pain, a giant silver wolf suddenly emerged from nowhere and bit Hubson by the neck.

It was Rufus!

Rufus’ movement was so powerful that it created a fierce gust of wind that nearly blinded me,

His overwhelming power effortlessly shrouded Hubson’s, and with a deafening crack, I heard the disgusting sound of bones breaking.

I slowly peeled my eyes open, only to find that Rufus had bitten Hubson’s head clean off. Hubson’s severed head now rolled on the floor, his grey pupils gradually turning white. Still, he refused to stop glaring in Beryl’s direction, murmuring softly, “I came so close, Noreen..”

The sickening, metallic smell of b***d permeated the air as I watched this man, who was nearly as old as time itself, turn to dust. Until his final moment, he seemed to be unable to believe that his life had come to an end.

Survival of the fittest is the law of the jungle since time immemorial. Hubson should never have targeted Beryl, and he should never have challenged Rufus His death was set in stone from the moment he set foot inside the palace.

The moon, previously obscured by dark clouds, emerged once again, and the ominous aura that hung in the air began to dissipate. Rufus and I transformed back into our human forms. Only then did I see that lying by Rufus’ feet was the corpse of the vampire that had taken him away earlier. It appeared that Rufus finished him off, which explained why his supernatural ability had ceased and they had returned to this dimension.

When the other vampires saw that Hubson was dead, they all fled immediately.

“Go after them,” Rufus ordered in a voice so cold, a shiver ran down my spine.

The werewolf soldiers immediately chased after the remaining vampires with renewed vigor thanks to our victory.

But I couldn’t rest easy just yet. Hastily wiping the b***d and sweat off my face, I rushed to Beryl’s side and carefully helped her up.

Beryl coughed and seemed to struggle to breathe. The wound on her neck was deep, and it wouldn’t stop bleeding

“Sweetheart, it’s okay. It’s okay…” I cooed, though my voice trembled in horror.

Rufus immediately took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket and pressed it against the wound. “The doctor will be here soon. Just hold on!” I laid Beryl flat on the floor and tried to ease her pain, but it didn’t take long before the handkerchief on her wound was dyed red with her b***d,