The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving novel Chapter 203

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Chapter 203: The battle [3]

Lylah lost her balance and tumbled down the mountain with Isla’s headless body.

Just before she hit the ground, Falcon caught her and gently laid her down. She had sustained bone injuries from the fall.

“You alright?” Falcon asked softly.

No, she was not. Isla…

She gave Isla’s lifeless body one last glance before walking away with Falcon. The one who shot–she had seen his face.

Rodaric.

“Thousands of wolves are coming,” Lylah saith, and Falcon said nothing, only helped her toward the others.

Zav was in Sylra’s arms, struggling to breathe. Lylalı rushed to his side.

“Zav,” she whispered. The male looked at her with a dying gaze- and still, he gave her a small smile.

“You fought well,” he said, and her eyes filled with tears.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

Zav’s face squeeze in pain. “It’s alright… Thank you, Lylah.”

Lylah took his hand and kissed his knuckles gently. “I should be the one thank you Zav. You’re a great man.”

“Oh, heaven…” one of the Ouroboros muttered, shoulders tensed

Falcon took a deep breath.

same as the remaining warriors behind him.

The wolves had just quadrupled in numbers. Stronger now. Falcon could smell them. All standing at a distance, wearing a deadly look.

Rodaric stood at the front, leading them. Excitement lit up the male’s eyes.

How were the barely remaining Ouroboros supposed to survive eight thousand wolves–and Lycans?

Behind the wolves stood rows of weapons forming a circle. Archers swordsmen–all arranged with purpose. Not like the earlier ones who had charged without a plan.

This felt like the real war.

And it was obvious who was going to win.

But then-

At the top of the largest mountain, a figure emerged.

Gentle, slow steps against the cold rock until the very tip.

Tiny from afar but visible.

One of the soldiers from the moon realm.

“There’s someone at the mountain.”

Rodaric paused and traced the soldier’s gaze to the feminine figure who stood at the top of the large mountain behind the Ouroboros, clad in a flowing silver dress. Watching.

Falcon saw it too, eyes wide. “Wait, is that…”

Lylah’s gaze went up, her eyes went wide.

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“Aria?”

Drakora looked up, as did many of the Ouroboros.

Sylra’s eyes teared up at the sight. She looked down at her dying lsband, whose bloody lips stretched into a small smile.

“We… did it,” he rasped.

She has woken!

Hope flashed in the eyes of the Ouroboros.

Commander Rodaric, however, scoffed.

“That must be Drakora. Their fallen goddess!”

He faced his men.

“According to the book, Drakora was losing her powers, the one that keeps this land alive. If she dies, then the Ouroboros will be doomed… Archers!!!” He roared. “Target the figure at the mountain! Under no circumstances shall we lose this war!”

The archers numbered five thousand, and they all drew their bows nocking their arrows and targeting the figure at the mountain.

Rodaric smirked before roaring, “Fire!!!”

Thousands of arrows shot into the sky, high and weaving with speed toward her.

But a large, intense fire came from behind, burning out the raining arrows before they could reach her.

Though some hit the mountain, they didn’t get even close to her skin.

Panic rippled through the moon realm’s soldiers.

Fire?

Where the hell did that come from?

Commander Rodaric’s brows furrowed. That amount of fire from nowhere? The figure didn’t even lift a finger.

Where had it came from?

Isn’t their goddess supposed to be weak and powerless?

What the fuck is happening?

The figure finally moved, stepping back. Her frame disappeared from view.

Silence reigned among the moon realm soldiers, panicking in confusion.

All eyes locked on the place she retreated. The battlefield was silent as a graveyard.

In swift movement, almost too fast for the eye to catch, a large, magnificent creature burst into the air, a deafening, intimidating roar echoing..

“Dragon?”

“It’s a fucking dragon!” screamed the men from the moon realm.

Run!

Run!

Fucking run!

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Rodaric’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets watching the large creature approaching them with terrifying speed. Men turned, dropping their weapons to flee for their miserable lives.

The dragon opened its large mouth, intense fire pouring out, raging upon the thousands of men, tearing their skin layer by layer.

The heat was so intense that their bones shattered, turning them to ashes.

Fire poured around the soldiers, trapping them all in the middle. The beast circled above, wings wide enough to cast a shadow over half the field.

Lylah’s heart raced at the terror; Falcon was stunned.

“By the gods,” he muttered under his breathi as he witnessed the terrifying, yet magnificent scene.

Drakora grinned widely. “She is awake,” she murmured.

The fire destroyed the weapons behind them; more than five thousand men were burned to ashes, and the remaining ones would be traumatized forever.

Especially Rodaric…

He had been there at the first battle with the Ouro s

and won.

centuries ago. He was among the gifted Lycans who fought in the war

But none of the dragons at that time had been as large and terrifying as this one he was seeing right now.

And the intensity of the fire? Insane.

How could their goddess be this powerful?

She didn’t stop until the screams dulled, the field littered with fire and only two thousand five hundred men remaining.

The dragon circled above once more, eyes glowing, before descending slowly. Each wingbeat a threat. Each breath a warning.

She landed. The mountain groaned under her weight.

And just at the top of her head was the last person Rodaric expected.

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