His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

His Found Lycan Luna Chapter 111 

Kyson POV 

I couldn‘t move as the power of her command rolled over everyone forcing us to our knees as she stood off, glaring daggers at Crux. Her eyes, emblazoned with her anger, glowed like beacons in the night. 

“But I am not a Landeena or Azure. I am Valkyrie! And you shall not take my Kingdom!” 

Azalea roared when I felt her anger erupt like lava spewing from a mountainous volcano. The hunter‘s fear burned the air with a thick stench. I wanted to gag at the scent as their guns started going off as they unleashed, their bullets whizzing through the sky yet stopping on a shield she created around us, bouncing off its walls as she lifted her hands. 

The ground split, creating a crater dividing us from them as vines shot from the ground, wrapping around the hunters like tentacles and ripping them into the earth as the violence from her rage fueled her guards‘ angry roars. Fire lit up the sky as her anger scorched the air around us and burned everything it touched, turning the grass black as it seared the earth, yet locked under the safety of her aura‘s shield. It did not touch us. 

Crux‘s eyes widen as the sky darkens, and he realizes he didn‘t beat her. He awoke her. A kingdom shall fall but in its place, the Empress of Lycania rises. 

the place dark as night, the clouds rolled across the sky angrily; furious as the skies screamed down just as hell reigns down on earth when her powers awakened coming forth. Lightning streaked the sky and hit the ground, burning caverns into the

from my castle as it crumbled and broke, sending the debris hurtling toward us. Yet they couldn‘t break past the barrier which she created. I gasped at the power, feeling it writhing through the bond and healing every inch of me. As she raised her arms, her shield shuddered as the wind whipped and howled around us when her scream of anguish from everyone she had lost, the ghosts of everything

now understood what the history books spoke of: the Landeena and Azure power. They were indeed gods as I watched the air ripple with

us as the bodies of

to her. Her sadness split her heart down the middle and tore her apart as

Azalea POV 

into my hands, covering my face as I sobbed, falling on my knees

be so cruel?

kindness, loyalty, and love Gannon offered. After everything thing she had endured and survived, it felt like the

him, hauling him off just as Gannon holds her again. Clutching her tighter. “She‘s gone,

head lifts at his words. No sooner did the words leave his lips did we hear her gasp. I blink, unable to believe my eyes while Gannon rocked back and forth, wailing loudly at his lost love, her eyes open dazedly. Yet, they were obsidian as her