The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving - Chapter 46: Chapter 46
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THE KING'S CHAMBER
King Duncan shifted in his bed with a frown, sweating. His chest heaving with heavy breaths.
Nightmares.
They came clearer than they should have. Haunting him one again.
Duncan’s tiny legs moved; he must reach them!
His father and mother's screams pierced the air like a dread bell, causing his to increase his pace.
However, his elder brother, in his Lycan form, swiftly sank his fangs into Duncan's attire, effortlessly lifting him from the ground and began to run, dodging the next flame from the dragon above them.
The fire had hurt Prince Aedric, but he held Duncan tighter as he wove his way through the burning corridors, fast.
His hideous claws dug into the ground with force and power, making him run swiftly.
“No! Mother! Father! I must get them! We can't leave them like this!” Duncan yelled, twisting in his grip, tears streaming down his face.
Prince Aedric mind-linked with him. *They are dead, Duncan.*
Just that sentence was enough to freeze him in horror; his mind went blank, senses clouded with nothing but terror.
His older brother's breath was ragged; he was hurt, yet he did all he could to get him to a secret passage where some children and women were.
Most of them were wounded.
Among them was Lucas, cradling his heavy heart while seated on the floor.
“No! I'm not staying here. I want to fight!” Duncan said stubbornly. Prince Aedric shifted to his human form, holding him in place.
Duncan gasped at how hurt his older brother was. The male was barely holding onto his life.
“You cannot go out there, Duncan! You're not strong enough!” he growled.
Duncan didn't have his Lycan yet, but staying here would only drive him crazy.
“I can't stay here. I need to end those bastards who killed our parents. I'm not going to cower in fear!” Duncan snapped back.
“These people need you!” Aedric yelled. “They are the only ones left. If we don't save them, then the moon realm will fall into slavery and be covered in fear."
Duncan shook his head, but his brother yelled, using the alpha's voice for the first time.
“Run! Duncan. Lead the people out of here and run!”
Duncan’s nerves ignited; his body went rigid. He faced the people who stared at him with hope and pleas.
His brother Aedric leaped, heading back to the intense battle with the Ouroboros.
Duncan's fists clenched. His brother was right… the people first. Then he began to lead them through the passage that led to somewhere safe—somewhere the Ouroboros knew nothing about.
Lucas cried, barely keeping up with his heavily pregnant mother. He was two years younger than Duncan, barely a teenager. Seeing this, Duncan carried him on his back and shouted orders.
But just as they reached the end of the tunnel, they met the unexpected.
Some of the Ouroboros were waiting for them. Ignatius, one of those who had poisoned their minds and started the war, smirked dangerously down at him.
"Hello, little prince," evil smirk graced their lips.
There was fire around them which means the Ouroboros could burn them alive with just a wave of their hands.
Duncan's head slammed to the floor, blood spilling out out of his lips. Ignatius placed one leg on his head, pinning Duncan's face to the ground.
The sounds of the women and children he had tried to save screamed in the air as the taunted them.
"Stay still!" one of them roared, hitting a heavily pregnant female he had pinned to the table. He pulled out his member while she cried and struggled. Then without warning slammed it right into her.
"Mom!" little Lucas yelled, trying to reach his mother but got hit instead, his little body slammed hard to the floor.
"Someone should whip the boy!" Ignatius ordered, and one of them did, bringing a whip with a sharp edge.
One lash tore Lucas's skin open and his high pitched scream echoed.
"You Lycans think you are all superior and mighty. You all dare kill our princess and blamed it on one of our kind." Ignatius' eyes darkened. "To bad you all are not smart as you look. The moon realm will be ours and every one of the Lycans shall our slave."
He pressed his feet harder on Duncan's head. "Including you little prince."
"No!!! Lucas!!" Duncan roared at the scream from the floor, managing to escape Ignatius's hold, his actions causing a large tear in his face.
He launched toward the male with whipping Lucas and landed a fist on his face.
Others attacked him, beginning to overpower him. They were stronger since they still had their dragons outside, roaring fire at his people.
Duncan lost, falling. Beating came from every direction, hurting him badly.
"Whip him instead!" Ignatius roared the order.
A lash cut through Duncan's attire and then into his skin, slicing through his flesh with each strike.
Duncan got whipped over and over again, his screams fading as he bled until he couldn't make a sound anymore.
Lucas was being held by a male screaming for them to let go.
Ignatius kicked Duncan, sending him flying across the room and slamming his back hard against the wall. Duncan was bleeding everywhere, barely holding on to his life.
Ignatius approached and grabbed Duncan by the hair, yanking it back forcefully.
"How about I show you how your brother dies?" he smirked, his eyes glowing silver.
Then he dragged Duncan with him.
Duncan struggled to keep up, being hauled down the stairs, falling occasionally and injuring his limbs.
When they reached a door, Ignatius pushed it open. Duncan gasped at the sight before him—burnt bodies, ripped apart, scattered across the palace.
Was the Moon Realm really going to fall into extinction?
The Ouroboros had hidden themselves, connecting to their dragons and inflicting terror on the realm.
Then his eyes widened further in terror at the sight of his older brother on his knees.
Both of Aedric's arms were ripped off, his skin almost entirely burnt, except for his face.
"Aedric?" Duncan muttered under his breath.
Aedric's eyes met his. Duncan couldn't imagine the excruciating pain his brother was experiencing at that moment.
Aedric mind-linked with him; deep guilt, regret, and pain burned in his eyes.
*I'm sorry, brother. Sorry I couldn't protect you.*
Metal flashed under the scorching sun as a large silver sword swung down to Aedric's neck, disconnecting his head.
"Ahhhh!!!!!!!"
A deep snap within Duncan as he yelled.
"You bloody asshole!!!!"
Duncan's bones cracked, piercing the air.
"I'm going to kill you all!!!!"
His vision blurred, turning red.
"Every last one of you!!!"
His senses clouded with nothing but bloodlust. Kill them all!
Fear flashed in the eyes of those who saw him shift into...
A monstrous figure, screaming terror.
Blood splashed, and for a fleeting moment, Duncan got a glimpse after his first strike: Ignatius's head on the floor.
Kill them!
Every last one of them!
•••••••••
A loud growl tore from Duncan's lips as his eyes snapped open, out of his nightmares and back to the real world.
Without warning, he began to half-shift. His muscles expanded, eyes glowing the deepest shade of gold.
Each thread of insanity kept snapping one after the other; his hands, now with hideous claws, slammed against the ground as he went down on his knees.
Fire!
Dragons!
Silver hair!
Silver eyes!
Ari!
A dangerous sneer escaped deep within his soul. "Ari."
King Duncan shifted in his bed with a frown, sweating. His chest heaving with heavy breaths.
Nightmares.
They came clearer than they should have. Haunting him one again.
Duncan’s tiny legs moved; he must reach them!
His father and mother's screams pierced the air like a dread bell, causing his to increase his pace.
However, his elder brother, in his Lycan form, swiftly sank his fangs into Duncan's attire, effortlessly lifting him from the ground and began to run, dodging the next flame from the dragon above them.
The fire had hurt Prince Aedric, but he held Duncan tighter as he wove his way through the burning corridors, fast.
His hideous claws dug into the ground with force and power, making him run swiftly.
“No! Mother! Father! I must get them! We can't leave them like this!” Duncan yelled, twisting in his grip, tears streaming down his face.
Prince Aedric mind-linked with him. *They are dead, Duncan.*
Just that sentence was enough to freeze him in horror; his mind went blank, senses clouded with nothing but terror.
His older brother's breath was ragged; he was hurt, yet he did all he could to get him to a secret passage where some children and women were.
Most of them were wounded.
Among them was Lucas, cradling his heavy heart while seated on the floor.
“No! I'm not staying here. I want to fight!” Duncan said stubbornly. Prince Aedric shifted to his human form, holding him in place.
Duncan gasped at how hurt his older brother was. The male was barely holding onto his life.
“You cannot go out there, Duncan! You're not strong enough!” he growled.
Duncan didn't have his Lycan yet, but staying here would only drive him crazy.
“I can't stay here. I need to end those bastards who killed our parents. I'm not going to cower in fear!” Duncan snapped back.
“These people need you!” Aedric yelled. “They are the only ones left. If we don't save them, then the moon realm will fall into slavery and be covered in fear."
Duncan shook his head, but his brother yelled, using the alpha's voice for the first time.
“Run! Duncan. Lead the people out of here and run!”
Duncan’s nerves ignited; his body went rigid. He faced the people who stared at him with hope and pleas.
His brother Aedric leaped, heading back to the intense battle with the Ouroboros.
Duncan's fists clenched. His brother was right… the people first. Then he began to lead them through the passage that led to somewhere safe—somewhere the Ouroboros knew nothing about.
Lucas cried, barely keeping up with his heavily pregnant mother. He was two years younger than Duncan, barely a teenager. Seeing this, Duncan carried him on his back and shouted orders.
But just as they reached the end of the tunnel, they met the unexpected.
Some of the Ouroboros were waiting for them. Ignatius, one of those who had poisoned their minds and started the war, smirked dangerously down at him.
"Hello, little prince," evil smirk graced their lips.
There was fire around them which means the Ouroboros could burn them alive with just a wave of their hands.
Duncan's head slammed to the floor, blood spilling out out of his lips. Ignatius placed one leg on his head, pinning Duncan's face to the ground.
The sounds of the women and children he had tried to save screamed in the air as the taunted them.
"Stay still!" one of them roared, hitting a heavily pregnant female he had pinned to the table. He pulled out his member while she cried and struggled. Then without warning slammed it right into her.
"Mom!" little Lucas yelled, trying to reach his mother but got hit instead, his little body slammed hard to the floor.
"Someone should whip the boy!" Ignatius ordered, and one of them did, bringing a whip with a sharp edge.
One lash tore Lucas's skin open and his high pitched scream echoed.
"You Lycans think you are all superior and mighty. You all dare kill our princess and blamed it on one of our kind." Ignatius' eyes darkened. "To bad you all are not smart as you look. The moon realm will be ours and every one of the Lycans shall our slave."
He pressed his feet harder on Duncan's head. "Including you little prince."
"No!!! Lucas!!" Duncan roared at the scream from the floor, managing to escape Ignatius's hold, his actions causing a large tear in his face.
He launched toward the male with whipping Lucas and landed a fist on his face.
Others attacked him, beginning to overpower him. They were stronger since they still had their dragons outside, roaring fire at his people.
Duncan lost, falling. Beating came from every direction, hurting him badly.
"Whip him instead!" Ignatius roared the order.
A lash cut through Duncan's attire and then into his skin, slicing through his flesh with each strike.
Duncan got whipped over and over again, his screams fading as he bled until he couldn't make a sound anymore.
Lucas was being held by a male screaming for them to let go.
Ignatius kicked Duncan, sending him flying across the room and slamming his back hard against the wall. Duncan was bleeding everywhere, barely holding on to his life.
Ignatius approached and grabbed Duncan by the hair, yanking it back forcefully.
"How about I show you how your brother dies?" he smirked, his eyes glowing silver.
Then he dragged Duncan with him.
Duncan struggled to keep up, being hauled down the stairs, falling occasionally and injuring his limbs.
When they reached a door, Ignatius pushed it open. Duncan gasped at the sight before him—burnt bodies, ripped apart, scattered across the palace.
Was the Moon Realm really going to fall into extinction?
The Ouroboros had hidden themselves, connecting to their dragons and inflicting terror on the realm.
Then his eyes widened further in terror at the sight of his older brother on his knees.
Both of Aedric's arms were ripped off, his skin almost entirely burnt, except for his face.
"Aedric?" Duncan muttered under his breath.
Aedric's eyes met his. Duncan couldn't imagine the excruciating pain his brother was experiencing at that moment.
Aedric mind-linked with him; deep guilt, regret, and pain burned in his eyes.
*I'm sorry, brother. Sorry I couldn't protect you.*
Metal flashed under the scorching sun as a large silver sword swung down to Aedric's neck, disconnecting his head.
"Ahhhh!!!!!!!"
A deep snap within Duncan as he yelled.
"You bloody asshole!!!!"
Duncan's bones cracked, piercing the air.
"I'm going to kill you all!!!!"
His vision blurred, turning red.
"Every last one of you!!!"
His senses clouded with nothing but bloodlust. Kill them all!
Fear flashed in the eyes of those who saw him shift into...
A monstrous figure, screaming terror.
Blood splashed, and for a fleeting moment, Duncan got a glimpse after his first strike: Ignatius's head on the floor.
Kill them!
Every last one of them!
•••••••••
A loud growl tore from Duncan's lips as his eyes snapped open, out of his nightmares and back to the real world.
Without warning, he began to half-shift. His muscles expanded, eyes glowing the deepest shade of gold.
Each thread of insanity kept snapping one after the other; his hands, now with hideous claws, slammed against the ground as he went down on his knees.
Fire!
Dragons!
Silver hair!
Silver eyes!
Ari!
A dangerous sneer escaped deep within his soul. "Ari."
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