All Chapters of The Prophecy's Pawn: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Kyara's POVEric's gaze fixed on me, the room's shadows flitting across his face as if the torchlight itself was hesitant to illuminate him completely. I could feel his anxiety in the hard grasp his hands had on my shoulders, his chest rising and falling with erratic breaths."A door that ends everything?" His voice was sharp, even accusatory, but underlying it, I could sense the dread he was attempting to hide.I nodded, but my throat seemed too thick to speak. My arm throbbed where the mark pulsed like a second heartbeat, and the blistering sensations became dull but persistent. The pictures that had just flashed through my head stayed behind my closed eyes. The battlefield. The Throne. The bloodstream.Eric sat back on his heels and ran a hand through his hair. "Kyara, you aren't making sense. What exactly does that mean? What happens at the end? Us? What about the packs? "The world?"I swallowed hard. "I don't know." My voice was faint and shaking with the weight of what I had jus

Kyara's POVThe night air outside the chamber cut into my skin like darkness had teeth. I held the dagger hard, the pulse was constant and unsettlingly warm against my hand. The runes flashing on its surface appeared alive now, with each beat synced with my irregular pulse rate.Eric's hand firmly gripped my wrist, pulling me through the deep jungle. His pace was relentless, and his breathing was hot and uneven. "We don't have time to stop," he yelled over his shoulder, his voice harsh. "Whatever you activated, it's coming.""What's coming?" Despite my best efforts to remain calm, my voice quivered.He didn't reply. Perhaps he didn't realize. Maybe he didn't want to terrify me anymore.We sprinted through the forest, and it became quieter. The customary murmur of nocturnal wildlife was fled, replaced by an oppressive silence that seeped into my bones. Even the wind had stopped, leaving just the sound of our footsteps crunching across the frozen leaves."Eric, stop." My lungs burned as

Kyara's POVThe man emerged from the swirling vortex, his motions unnervingly fluid as if gliding through the air. His presence devoured everything around him, including light and sound, making the air feel heavier. The runes inscribed into his torso shone in time with the dagger in my fingers, pulsing at the same rate as my heartbeat."Who are you?" I forced the words out, my voice wavering despite my best efforts to remain composed.His lips formed a keen, knowing smile. "I am the shadow of every choice you were afraid to make. The wolf lives in every man's heart. "You can call me Solan."Eric growled and moved closer to me, his claws expanding as his protective instincts sparked. "Stay back, Kyara," he urged with gritted teeth. "This thing isn't just any wolf.""I'm offended," Solan declared, tilting his head mockingly. "I am not merely a wolf. I am the Wolf. The first, forgotten, and forsaken. And you, Kyara,"—his brilliant gaze seared into mine—"woke me up."The dagger in my palm

Kyara's POVWhen I opened my eyes, the world was no longer familiar. The air felt hollow as if it had been depleted of life itself. I sat up, the dagger gleaming dimly in my hand. Around me, the earth shifted like the surface of a turbulent sea. Shadows writhed in the distance but didn't move. Not yet."Eric?" My voice cracked. Panic washed over me as I examined the surroundings, but he wasn't present.A moan interrupted the silence. I turned immediately to see him lying a few feet away, gripping his side where blood had soiled his clothing. As I crept to him, relief and dread fought for control of my chest."Eric, stay with me!" I put my palms to his wound, the heat from the dagger flickering faintly at my side."I'm fine," he said, but his heavy breathing revealed the untruth. His gold eyes met me, shadowed by pain. "What...what happened?" "Where are we?""I don't know," I said, my voice quivering. "The portal has exploded. "Everything changed.The world surrounding us was a wild wh

Kyara's POVThe sensation of being alone struck me like a blade in the chest. My voice cracked as I screamed Eric's name, but the void around me drowned out the sound. This fall was different—darker and quieter. The light from the dagger flickered erratically in my fingers, throbbing at a pace that didn't feel like my own heartbeat. It seemed as if the weapon itself was alive, binding me to an unknown force.The descent halted quickly, just as it had begun. My feet landed on firm ground, yet the impact sent a tremor through my legs. I staggered forward, almost losing my grip on the dagger, but the familiar heat from its hilt kept me steady.I arrived in a different location. The air here was not as tense as the cavern above. It was still and full of secrets, as if this universe had been waiting for me. The ground around me shimmered softly, shattered like stained glass, while the sky above me was an unending nothingness laced with scarlet light.I breathed sharply, holding the dagger