All Chapters of THE LYCAN KING AND HIS HUNTED LUNA: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Lysandra entered the jail cell, her confident smirk unsettling.“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the brave generals who used to serve Constantine,” she purred.General Marcus narrowed his eyes. “What do you want, Lysandra?”Leaning against the cell bars, Lysandra spoke with a honeyed tone. “Just a little chat, my dear generals. You see, I’ve taken over now. And I think it’s in your best interest to pledge your loyalty to me.”General Callahan crossed her arms, unimpressed. “Loyalty to you? You’ve got to be kidding.”A laugh escaped Lysandra’s lips as she studied them. “Oh, I assure you, I’m not joking. I have plans for this city, and I could use your expertise, your connections.”General Marcus shook his head with a resolute look. “We won’t work for you. We’ve seen enough of power-hungry sorcerers like you.”Lysandra’s smirk didn’t waver. “Well, that’s a shame. I was hoping for a more cooperative response.”General Callahan couldn’t help but mock. “Sorry to disappoint you.”Lysandra lea

As they journeyed to their new home in New Orleans, Agnes, baba tunde, and the villagers chatted and laughed, the sense of relief palpable in the air.“This place feels different, Agnes,” baba tunde remarked, his eyes taking in the surroundings.Agnes nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Yes, it’s a fresh start for all of us.”The villagers shared stories of their plans for the future, the excitement evident in their voices.“I’ve always wanted to try my hand at art,” one villager exclaimed. “Maybe this is the perfect place for that.”Laughter filled the air as they imagined the possibilities awaiting them.Baba tunde looked at Agnes, a glint of pride in his eyes. “You’ve led us to a place of hope, Agnes.”Agnes smiled back at him. “We all deserve a chance at a peaceful life.”As they reached New Orleans, the vibrant energy of the town embraced them. Music floated through the air, and the sound of laughter echoed from every corner.“It’s like a celebration that never ends,” one

The distant waves of the Persian Gulf lapped against the shore as Freya stood at the water’s edge, clutching the vessel that held the ashes of her beloved Vaemond. With a deep breath, she released the vessel into the sea, watching as it slowly sank beneath the surface.As the vessel disappeared into the depths, a shimmering projection of Vaemond materialized before her, his form ethereal and filled with a soft, warm light. Freya’s breath caught in her throat as tears welled in her eyes, a bittersweet mixture of sorrow and longing coursing through her.“Freya,” Vaemond’s projected image spoke, his voice carrying a gentle and reassuring tone.“Vaemond,” Freya whispered, her voice choked with emotion. She reached out as if to touch him, her fingers trembling in the air.Vaemond’s projection smiled, a familiar warmth in his eyes. “I know this is difficult, my love.”Tears streamed down Freya’s cheeks as she gazed at the image of her love. “I miss you so much, Vaemond. I wanted to speak wi

Freya moved cautiously through the bustling city streets, her black cloak pulled tightly around her as she tried to blend in with the crowd. The city had a different aura from what she was accustomed to under Constantine’s rule. The soldiers patrolling the area were adorned in striking attire, a mix of attractiveness and danger that set them apart.As she navigated through the crowd, Freya’s heart raced with every step. She knew she had to get through the city undetected, for the safety of Maximus and herself. Her eyes scanned the area, searching for any signs of potential danger. Just as she thought she might slip by unnoticed, a firm hand closed around her wrist. She turned to face a soldier, his eyes locked onto hers with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.“Who do we have here?” he said, his tone laced with amusement.Freya’s heart pounded, and she tried to pull away, but his grip was unyielding.“Just a traveler passing through,” she replied, her voice steady despite her racin

The grand chamber was adorned with opulent decorations, an air of authority hanging heavy. Freya stood at its center, flanked by guards on either side, as Lysandra sat upon a raised throne, her council members gathered around her.Lysandra’s gaze was sharp as she regarded Freya, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. “Well, well, if it isn’t the notorious Freya. You’ve caused quite a stir in our realm.”Freya’s voice was laced with defiance, “And here I am, standing before the esteemed Lysandra. Quite the honor.”Lysandra leaned forward, her expression condescending, “Remember your place, witch.”Freya’s lips curled into a sarcastic smile, “Oh, I’m well aware of my place, ‘ultimate sorcerer’.”Lysandra’s eyes gleamed with amusement, “Your sarcasm won’t save you here.”Freya’s tone turned serious, “Let’s not pretend that you’re the rightful ultimate sorcerer. You’re an opportunist trying to grab power.”Lysandra’s laughter echoed in the chamber, “Is that what you believe?”Freya’s voic