Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Crystal’s POV:

“You’re lying!”

I stared at Noreen in disbelief.

How could my Baby Beryl be dead?

She had always \wanted to go to the amusement park with her father. Now that she was finally reunited with Rufus, they hadn’t gone to the amusement park yet. No, she couldn’t be dead!

“You’re the ones who asked me where Beryl is. Now that I’m telling you that she’s dead, you refuse to believe me.” Noreen pouted and spoke in Beryl’s childish voice.

“‘You adults can never make up your minds!”

“Shut up! I told you not to use Beryl’s voice! And I know that my daughter’s alive! As long as your soul leaves her body, my Beryl will come back!” I almost went hysteric. The fear of losing my daughter made my heart tighten in my chest, making it hard for me to breathe.

“Crystal, you can’t trust her. Noreen’s good at deceiving people. Beryl’s alive, and we have to find her.” Rufus threw his arms around my waist and held me tightly to prevent me from losing control.

Noreen grinned, her eyes black and horrific. All of a sudden, a small crystal ball appeared on her palm.

Her witchcraft was powerful. With the flick of her wrist, a huge cloud of black fog burst out from her little body, blotting out all the light.

“Beryl’s body is a real treasure. She carries such a strong black witch bloodline. If Olivia was still alive, she should’ve been very happy. I should just leave my residual soul in this body.” Noreen’s voice seemed to come from the black fog. The place where she was was sometimes bright and sometimes dark and she was like a ghost climbing up from hell.

The fog suddenly condensed into long, black tentacles. They came from all directions, and wrapped themselves around my limbs so quickly that I didn’t have the time to react.

The tentacles lifted me into the air and threw me at the wall

Rufus was still holding onto me tightly, and he bore the brunt of the blow.

Together, we slammed into the wall and had the air knocked out of our at most lungs.

But Noreen wasn’t done. She started to chant an ancient and mysterious incantation. The black fog gradually turned into dark red b***d, and like a ruthless torrent, it attacked me and Rufus It was the Red Moon Spell!

The second the red -b***d touched us, we would decay like dead leaves.

“Watch out! Don’t let it touch you!”

I wanted to push Rufus away, but Rufus moved quicker than me. He turned around and protected me with his back.

Just as the red tendrils of b***d were about to smash into him, Rufus

‘strong lycan power burst out from his body.

All the red b***d instantly splattered around into pools of sticky, black slime.

Noreen became agitated, and her voice became dangerously low. “I hate the way you two love each other. It’s disgusting!”

As she spoke, she conjured more tentacles that came at us again.

Rufus held me and dodged her attacks nimbly. The tentacles weren’t that fast, but their strength was in their numbers.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Noreen was very cunning. She used more than ten tentacles to block our path and tied us together.

Then she started to chant another ancient incantation.

This time, Noreen used her witchcraft to wield the sword mounted on the wall. The sword suddenly came to life, pointing its sharp blade at me and Rufus.

“Don’t make a move yet. Let Noreen use up all her strength. This is just her fragmental soul after all. When her strength is used up, she won’t be able to do anything to us. Maybe we’ll get Beryl back,

” Rufus whispered to

me urgently.

I glanced at him from over my shoulder and nodded knowingly. “Okay

Noreen cackled and sent the sword flying towards us.

just as Rufus was about to spring into action, I felt the shackles on my body suddenly disappear.

Rufus and I fell to the ground with a loud thud. Confused, we exchanged wary glances.

All of a sudden, Noreen howled in pain. She held her head and collapsed to the ground, shouting, “Stop it! Go away! If you don’t stop right now, I’ll blow us both up!”

Noreen’s expression kept changing constantly. Finally, she showed a look of anger. When she spoke again, I heard a familiar child’s voice. “Don’t hurt my mommy!”