Semua Bab The Omega’s Redemption : Bab 1 - Bab 9

As Xavier's hand brushed against Xienma's skin, a powerful bond ignited between them, awakening her latent abilities. The sensation was electric, a surge of energy that coursed through her veins, igniting every nerve ending. It was as if a dormant part of her soul had been awakened, and it was both exhilarating and terrifying. She could feel Ana, her wolf spirit, stirring within her, a growl rumbling in her mind."Xavier," Xienma gasped, her eyes widening as she felt the power surging through her. She could see the world around her shifting, the colors more vibrant, the sounds more acute. She could feel the earth beneath her feet, the life within it, and the ancient magic that pulsed through the very air.Suddenly, the orphanage was engulfed in a shadowy mist, revealing a hidden portal to an enchanted realm. The mist was thick and dark, swirling around them like a living entity. Xienma could see the shadows moving, forming shapes and patterns that seemed to dance around her. The mist

The forest erupted into a frenzy of chaos as the rogue wolves lunged at them with bared teeth and snarling growls. Xienma, her eyes blazing with newfound power, raised her hands and unleashed a shimmering barrier of light that repelled the attackers. The wolves yelped in pain as they were thrown back, their shadows flickering like dying flames. Cassie, emboldened by her own magic, summoned vines from the forest floor that snaked through the earth, ensnaring the wolves and binding them tightly. The vines glowed with a soft, ethereal light, pulsing with the same magic that flowed through Cassie's veins.Xavier, fighting alongside them, felt a surge of strength and determination. His love for Xienma fueled his every move, and he fought with a ferocity he had never known. He dodged the snapping jaws of the wolves, his movements fluid and precise, as if guided by an unseen hand. The battle raged on, and for a moment, it seemed as though victory was within reach. The rogue wolves, weakened

As the shadow wolves disintegrated, Drax's rage boiled over, fueling a dark magic that twisted the very fabric of the forest. The trees groaned and contorted, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers, and the air grew thick with an oppressive, choking energy. The once-peaceful forest became a labyrinth of nightmares, each step echoing with the whispers of their deepest fears.Xienma's vision blurred, and she found herself standing in a dimly lit room. The air was heavy with the scent of old books and dust. She recognized the place immediately—it was the orphanage where she had spent most of her life. The walls were bare, the floors cold, and the silence deafening. She felt a familiar ache in her chest, a longing for something she could never have.A figure emerged from the shadows, a woman with a kind face but a cold, distant gaze. It was Sister Maria, the headmistress of the orphanage. Xienma's heart pounded as Sister Maria spoke, her voice laced with venom. "You're a traito

The forest, once a battleground of darkness and despair, now hummed with a newfound energy. Xienma stood tall, her eyes blazing with a determination that was both fierce and serene. She felt the ancient magic within her surge, a power that was both terrifying and exhilarating. The ground beneath her feet seemed to pulse with life, and she could feel the connection to the earth, to the trees, and to the very air around her.With a deep breath, Xienma raised her hands, and a radiant shield of pure, shimmering light formed around her. The shield pulsed with energy, repelling Drax's dark magic as if it were nothing more than a mere annoyance. Drax's eyes widened in shock and disbelief, his sneer fading as he realized the true extent of Xienma's power."Impossible," he hissed, his voice a mix of anger and frustration. "You are mine, Xienma. You cannot defy me."Xienma's voice was steady and resolute, her eyes never leaving Drax's. "I am not yours, Drax. I am the she-wolf of the prophecy, a