All Chapters of House of the Wolves: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The clouds dim the sky over the Capital as a storm brews within its depths. A lonely deity watches over with a frown, sensing an evil bone growing on the chosen one, a likely but unideal progression for a human with a tragic fate. She hides behind the heavy clouds, silently disapproving of her blessed’s malign conduct in the mortal realm.‘She is going down a dark path…’ she thought.—It was a day for atonement.Akira’s will was forcefully imposed on the rebels’ army, and they had no choice but to kneel. Their knees fell to the ground as if gravity pulled them down, and a few cracked bones were heard as they dropped. The Queen’s stone-cold gaze looked over them, not an ounce of pity in her heart.However, her eyes narrowed on the only man standing in the middle of soldiers; men, vampires, trolls, on their knees and their heads down, almost submitting to her. Soren’s head was down, but that was all. He resisted Priscilla’s curse and remained the only man standing. It took almost every

“Y-You…” she trailed off, her mind shutting down in panic as her feet desperately tried to reach the ledge.It was terrifying, thinking you were floating on top of the prison, with a chokehold the only thing keeping you from falling.“Terrifying, isn’t it?” He asks, his eyes shimmering with malice and savagery.“She had no voice, yet you still wrapped thorned veins around her throat. That bloody chokehold killed her.”Clara was, indeed, terrified. More than that. Especially when his eyes darkened as he recalled those days.“And then, as if killing her wasn’t enough, you killed her Father too.” He chuckled, humorlessly. “Ah, he was your Father too. And the realm’s Father. You killed him.”“Aren’t you playing around with death a little too much?” He steps forward, his feet inches away from the ledge, and she screams. The wind blows and the hair on her nape stands, feeling the cold breeze sway her entire body in the air.“S-Save me, please, I beg you…” Her voice was shaking, but despite

The lazy morning came and the entire palace was drained after partying until they passed out. The servants woke up late, yet they were the first ones to clean up after the mess in the palace. They heaved a sigh of relief when their Queen was nowhere in sight, thus avoiding a disaster in the late morning.Meanwhile, in the Queen’s chamber, a line of her lady’s maids file at the door, anxiously waiting for the man to leave and for their ‘business’ to finish. It was not a new circumstance, for a Queen to take in lovers, however, for their Queen, this is the first.And never had they realized it’d be the beast of the Capital, the exiled Alpha Fenrir Fauntleroy.They made an odd couple, yet somehow very compatible.The youngest lady in the line cheekily smiled, imagining the situation inside. Among ladies her age, they often fantasized about such beastly men taking them to bed… romanticizing their buff physique and tight muscles. She blushed, merely thinking of it.An older lady notices he

…An offering?She mentioned an offering, an act of paying tribute to the foot of the statues of the deities. She was perfectly aware of what it meant, but in this realm, offering to a deity’s statue is highly sacrificial.It is only done when a mortal is desperate and seeks divine intervention. And it’s almost taboo since the ‘offering’ is a soul in exchange for salvation. Or in this case, enlightenment. They cannot very easily hear a response from the deity unless their sacrifice is sufficient.Blood always spills when an offering happens.“It is risky, but it’s the most promising tactic we have. It will be in exchange for information on how to deal with the plague for the miserable,” Phaedra explains. “I’m certain you know which deity I plan to seek.”“The Goddess of the Moon.” Akira did not need to ask her who, or why her.“Indeed.” She nodded. “Only she can tell us what she witnesses in her domain and how it can be stopped.”She’d never thought of it before, but now she was wonder

“Ah—”I almost cursed, my breath stolen, as I dodged a brutal claw slash at the last possible minute. I ought to glare at his ruthlessly continuous attacks, but he was already preparing to swing his arm at me again. Ultimately, my chance to reprimand him got lost in our parry of attacks.He was faring well with my power-infused tackles and attacks (in fact, he was the only one who could go against me) and he was also getting better at his own pace. For him, this must also seem like taxing training.I gasped when my vision was suddenly turned into a clean 180৹ as he swiped my feet, not only making me lose my balance but also fly vertically. My head was first to land on the soil, making me grunt at the expected headache. I used my energy to cushion my fall, or else I would’ve snapped my neck.“Couldn’t you have been any gentler?” I grumble, groaning as I stood. His big hands escorted me up from the shoulders, but I shrugged them off, sulking. “I can stand up on my own,” I whisper, grit