Marrying a Werewolf To Save Her Hybrid Sister. - Chapter 301

~South of Alovena, border of Fin province near the gates…

“It’s been days that we are here. The imps had killed many of our men and now, the princess had taken my wife to the Bolingtone.”

Ryan was walking along with a line inside a tent in panic.

“Ryan James, she will be fine.” King William started; until little thing was there he had nothing to worry about.

Ryan burst out laughing, his body was shaking, his face ran red, suddenly his voice grew louder.

“How can you say that? They are all in danger, I don’t want to lose three of them, do you really think that Livia let them be there to serve them?”

William hissed him, stood up the chair, and before punching him, Wilmore caught him, saying, “Livia won’t touch them unless my father is alive.”

The Lord of Greenwood caught his son and made him sit, “Ryan, we must focus on here! The imps are the main treat.”

As he said that, a guard came to them.

“Lord James, the boy, the human boy,” he gasped.

William didn’t wait for him to speak and dashed out, he saw Frank who was walking to the shield, his body shrouded by purple flames, the imps were surging to cross the shield, he changed shape and beside him did Wilmore.

“Ryan, hold your sword and if you caught a wound, just inject a vial of the essence.”

“What about you?”

“Your life is what I am concerned about, don’t worry about me. I fought in many battlefields.”

Ryan unsheathed his sword and roamed after his father.

An hour before…

Frank was inside the infirmary tent, the knights brought a man who left beyond the tents after last night’s attack.

He rushed to the bed where Natasha was, “Frank, can you burn this wound?”

He nodded and put his hand on the man’s leg, his tears were falling. He couldn’t survive it but Natasha was doing her best to rescue him but he grabbed Natasha’s hand.

“Kill them all, save our… Families.”

His breath cut and Natasha fell on her knees, how could they miss this man.

Frank was trembling, he darted out of the tent and found a corner, grabbing his ears not to hear the ears that were tearing him to pieces. The scent of burning flesh was still fresh in his nostrils.

“They are dying, we all are dying.” His eyes bulged, hugged his knees, he was weak.

Closing his eyes, he put his head on his knees, and a moment later a hand rested on his shoulder, her aura was warming his chilling body.

“I am sorry for what you are experiencing. If I could use my entire magic, you did not need to be under pressure, but I can do something for you?”

He looked at her, “can you help me become stronger?”

“Being strong depends on your soul and you have a pure soul,” he slouched, disappointed, “but I can find the source of your power and let you release it.” She added.

He extended his hand and showed her the tattoo on his wrist.

“Do it, help me to find the core of my magic.”

She smiled gently and grabbed his wrist and closed her eyes whispered the words.

“Hes khin re min aien!” As she said the words his pupil grew wider and the whole world ran dark and he fell into the darkness. He was terrified of the unending fall but it finally came to stop, however, his heart was about to break out through his cheekbone and fall out.

He put his hand down, it was a hard floor, assured him that he could stand up but what he could see was darkness, mere darkness.

“Lady Silphya, where are you?”

He didn’t dare to stick around in this darkness. His voice resounded and came back to his ears.

Hiss!

“Snake!” He winced and paced back but the snake that he couldn’t see was swinging around him, causing a chill.

He attempted to provoke his flames but he couldn’t, was he dead? If not, where did his weak flames go? Did she drain his stamina? Elves were crafty, could it be deception?

Turning around, eventually, he saw the red gem-like eyes that gleamed a flash of light.

Hiss!

He saw its large red tongue, it was as black as the place he dropped in, he hated snakes, he was afraid of them to the bone. All of a sudden the snake burst into purple flames and seized him. He was scared and couldn’t even run away.

“I am your fear!”

The snake twisted around him, his eyes widened. It could speak.

“Who are you?”

“The power you beg to have, you’ll die now or you will accept me.”

Accepting it? Why didn’t he think about it before? Since he noticed what he was, it was only others who told him what he was but now, it sounded different. He knew who he was but did he ever try to accept it? No, he didn’t! He knew about this power and wanted to force it to come out but he didn’t get a chance to be alone with himself to let it bloom. He recalled his memories, his kind mother who used to pamper him, watched over him, her smile, and how she used to tell him stories about faeries. Then, how she was drenched in blood. His blood rages and boiled, he shouted.

“Will you always stand by me?”

The snake stopped wringing him and its flakes began to burn, he felt that the flames shrouded him and he opened his eyes and saw the smiling faerie in front of him.

He stood up and gazed back at the shield and drew his path to the shield, he heard the imps screech, it could be the last attack and they would consume all their strength to smash the army down and spread in all lands.

The knights and the rest of the soldiers rowed behind him and a moment later two wolves began to ride beside him.

“Jump, kiddo!”

William stated and he jumped on his back, roaming to the shield they didn’t tend to withdraw. Reaching there, the flames combined and the crystal blades shaped in the air.

An explosion brought a stop to the men when the flames hit the magical shield; then no longer it was there. The strong wave pushed the imps back but the devils resisted and flooded forward.

Wilmore sent the blades and they sat on the imps head.. The battle began again, tonight they were supposed to reach the gates or the beasts would sneak everywhere through the cracks and this time it would not be faeries Land only.