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?"

her hands and answered innocently, "I just

I should be

"Fate? If there is such a thing as fate, then it

smirk as if mocking at my innocence. "I like your naivety and arrogance. But you seem to have wrongly blamed all your misfortune on me." "Of course, you are the one to blame," I roared angrily. "You have done nothing but disrupt my life. It's you who

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

cast her a glare and didn't

the one behind all these. I will figure out a way to break the curses

gave me a sympathetic glance. "Sylvia, it's useless. This is the fate of a black witch. It's the price to pay for possessing such great power. There's no

are lying! There must be a way. You're just playing a trick

face. A hint of annoyance was very much evident in her expression. "Be it Olivia and me, we have never seen our fathers since

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

trying to find a cure for

Rufus' back was still

I felt a