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 written on it,

my surroundings carefully and found that not only the stone tablet was covered with runes, but

at the markings

and slowly opened them again. In that moment,

my brain

the floor when a 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 better not look at

Layla was here, but also

soldiers, they were nowhere to be

Flora scratched her head in confusion and began to look around

white candles lined up against one of the

and lit

another match and lit the candle again. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to

blink of an eye, the

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