The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

From the darkness came a peal of muffled laughter. "Sylvia, is this the connection between our hearts and souls? The power of the bloodline is indeed indisputable."

"We are worlds apart. I belong to the werewolf race." I watched with my stern eyes as Noreen emerged out of the dark. I had expected this to happen and didn't intend to call for help. Because I knew it would be pointless.

"Are you denying your origin? The black witch bloodline is nothing to be ashamed of. If more, it's something you should be proud of." Noreen chuckled with pride and confidence. With a light clap of her hands, all the candles in the hall were extinguished. Seconds later, she clapped her hands again and the candles flared to life once more.

It seemed as if she was trying to impress me, but I just found her eagerness to show off so ridiculous.

I was rendered speechless upon seeing what she had done. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out what it was she was flaunting.

"You see that? The black witch bloodline is extremely strong, much stronger than that of the werewolf race." Noreen looked arrogant, as if she didn't understand me at all. "You don't feel proud of having such a powerful bloodline, but to hate and deny it... You are just so plain stupid."

A frown etched on my face as I asked in a gloomy tone, "What on earth are you trying to do?"

up her hands and answered innocently, "I just

sounded like I should be grateful for what happened to

then it is your fate to die

all your misfortune on me." "Of course, you are the one to blame," I roared angrily. "You have

eyed me with fake pity. "Sylvia, don't you understand? Everything was destined. You come from a long line of witches. Your existence is ominous. The people you love and the ones who love you are bound to leave you someday. Both of your parents

glare and didn't believe even a

all these. I will figure out a way

a black witch. It's the price to pay for possessing such great power. There's no other way to solve it unless you cut ties with him. If there was really a way out, your mother wouldn't have

lying! There must be

a sullen, sour face. A hint of annoyance was very much evident in her expression. "Be it Olivia and me, we have never seen our fathers since we were born. They have all become the nourishment of the black thorn for falling in love with a black witch! This is the price our race

it! You're lying!" I was about to lose it at this point. Perhaps it was

find a cure for a while now but to no

on Rufus' back was

temperature dropped precipitously, and I felt a cold force surging into my body. This sensation was all