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?"

threw up her hands and answered innocently, "I just want you to

like I should be grateful for

as fate, then it

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

a long line of witches. Your existence is ominous. The people you love and the ones who love you are

and didn't believe even

one behind all these. I will figure out a way

hearing this, Noreen 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 other way to solve

couldn't help raising my voice. "You are lying! There must be a way. You're just playing a trick to fool

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

lose it at this point. Perhaps it was

trying to find a cure for

on Rufus' back

dropped precipitously, and I felt a cold force surging