The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

I took the pendant off my neck and looked at it closely. Was I imagining things or was it glowing a gloomy red light?

"What's that? Why is it glowing?" Flora's eyes widened in curiosity. Apparently, I wasn't imagining things.

I didn't say anything. Biting my lower lip, I stared at the pendant uneasily. I had a bad feeling about this.

"Damn it! Not again!" Flora stomped her foot in frustration.

I looked up to see what she was shouting at and saw that black mist began to circle us. But it was different from the white smoke just now. The black mist was odorless, but I somehow knew it was extremely dangerous.

"Run!" I shouted in a panic.

But it was too late. The black mist spread towards us very fast. In a matter of mere seconds, we were enshrouded in the mist and couldn't see anything around us, nor could we hear any sounds. I shouted the others' names and started walking urgently.

in the room, save for a stone tablet in front of me, with complex and mysterious runes

tablet was covered with runes, but also walls. Densely packed runes covered

longer I stared at the markings on the wall, the dizzier I

them again. In that moment, I

brain suddenly

pair of hands caught me. I vaguely heard Layla's voice from behind me. "This is the language of witches and wizards. It's some kind of curse. You'd

surprise, not only Layla was here, but also Flora and

the soldiers, they were

get here?" Flora scratched her head in confusion and began to look around

save for some white candles lined

up one of them and lit

Flora mumbled. Unwilling to give up, she took out another match and lit the candle again. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ

an eye,

white candle. Rubbing her arms, she muttered, "This place gives me the creeps. Why won't the candles