NOVEL NEXT Chapter 75: Wrath of the Predator
Scene 1 – The Shattered Shackles
The sound of the chains breaking echoed like thunder. Golden fragments burst outward, dissolving into sparks that floated down like embers from a dying forge.
Jemil's knees almost buckled. His body screamed in pain, every nerve alight. The burning mark carved across his chest glowed brighter now, the jagged lines reaching down to his ribs and creeping up toward his throat. Each pulse of it felt like a heartbeat that wasn't his own, a rhythm forced upon him.
Kaelina caught him before he collapsed. Her arms were strong, but trembling. Not from weakness—never from weakness—but from the weight of the moment.
"You chose me…" she whispered, her voice breaking, her forehead pressing against his. Her breath trembled across his lips. "You defied her."
Jemil's mouth quirked into the faintest of smiles, even as blood dripped from his lip. "Kaelina… I'll always choose you. Shackles or eternity… I'll choose you."
For a heartbeat, the void fell silent. Kaelina's sword lowered slightly, her chest rising and falling against his. She wanted to stay in that moment—to let the battle fade into nothing but the warmth of his words.
But then the darkness rumbled. The predator was not gone.
Scene 2 – The Predator's Fury
The predator rose from the ashes of broken chains like something reborn in wrath. Its once-smooth form rippled with jagged edges, as if the destruction of its shackles had stripped away its seductive mask, leaving raw hunger and rage behind.
The blade in its hand shrieked, vibrating with an inhuman resonance. Chains sprouted from its back, from its arms, from the void itself, coiling like serpents seeking prey.
Its golden eyes narrowed, and its voice thundered with venom:
"You dare defy me, little summoner? You dare deny eternity?"
The predator's gaze snapped to Kaelina—then to Lyra, Nyssa, Elira—every wife who bore a vow to Jemil.
"You think your fragile bonds can stand against me? I will take them. I will break them. One by one, until only you remain—shackled and mine."
Chains lashed outward, a storm of gleaming gold. Not just at Kaelina this time, but at all of them.
Scene 3 – The Battlefield of Vows
The void exploded into chaos.
Lyra leapt forward, her hair blazing into a mane of fire. She spread her arms wide, her flames surging outward into a burning wall. Chains that touched the inferno hissed, melted, and shattered—but for each one destroyed, three more spawned, slithering past her defenses.
"Is that all you've got?!" Lyra snarled, teeth bared. But sweat dripped from her brow; the chains weren't just resisting—they were feeding off her fire, glowing brighter with every clash.
Nyssa split into a dozen illusions, her forms scattering like shards of glass across the battlefield. The predator's blade cut through half of them, but for a moment, confusion set in. Which was real? Which was false?
"You'll have to guess," Nyssa purred, her real self weaving among the phantoms. But the predator smirked. Its chains lashed in every direction at once, impaling illusion after illusion until only the true Nyssa remained—cornered, panting.
Elira planted her staff, light rippling outward into barriers that rose like crystalline walls. Chains crashed into them, sparks scattering as the defenses cracked and splintered. "Stay… behind me!" she shouted, her voice straining. But even her strongest shields trembled with each impact.
Through it all, Kaelina stood in front of Jemil. Her blade moved with sharp precision, each strike cutting a chain clean in two. Her body shook with exhaustion, but her eyes never wavered.
"You'll have to go through me," she shouted at the predator, her vow burning in every syllable. "I won't let you touch him!"
Behind her, Jemil groaned, forcing himself upright. His hand pressed against his chest where the burning mark pulsed violently, as if trying to claw its way out of his skin. His vision blurred—but the sight of his wives fighting, bleeding, holding the line for him—snapped his mind back to clarity.
"I won't…" Jemil's voice shook, but grew louder, stronger. "I won't let you break them."
Scene 4 – Wrath Unleashed
The predator's patience snapped. Its voice, once silken and mocking, now cracked with fury.
"You think your vows protect you? Then watch as I tear them apart!"
Its blade expanded, chains winding around it until it transformed into a monstrous greatsword—its edges dripping molten gold, links writhing along its length like living things.
With one swing, it cleaved through the void itself. The ground beneath them shattered, golden fissures spreading outward. The shockwave hurled Lyra's flames aside, scattering Nyssa's illusions, and nearly crushed Elira's barriers in a single strike.
Kaelina barely held her stance, her sword vibrating against the impact. Blood streaked her arm, but she pushed forward anyway.
Jemil staggered closer, his legs barely obeying. The burning mark had reached his throat now, glowing like firebrands carved into his skin. Every heartbeat made him feel as though his chest would tear open.
The predator's golden eyes fixed on him.
"Then I will break you first."
Chains surged forward, faster, sharper, more relentless than before.
Jemil clenched his fists, his voice a ragged growl:
"Then you'll learn… chains can't hold me."
And as the storm of bindings descended upon him, the mark on his chest flared with an unbearable light—something deep within him stirring, awakening.
Next Chapter Preview – Chapter 76: The Curse Awakens
The predator's wrath descends, chains surging like a tidal wave meant to crush everything Jemil has sworn to protect. But just as the bindings close in, the burning curse across his chest explodes with power.
No longer a hidden scar, the curse reveals its true nature—an ancient mark forged not only to bind, but to awaken something long buried within Jemil. Golden fire erupts from his skin, twisting into chains of his own that clash against the predator's bindings.
For the first time, the predator falters.
But the awakening comes with a cost. Jemil's body trembles under the weight of power not meant for mortals, his wives staring in awe and horror. Is this truly his strength… or the curse using him as a vessel?
Kaelina reaches for him, torn between pride and terror. Lyra burns brighter, Nyssa smirks with unease, and Elira whispers a prayer.
The predator laughs, not with amusement but with recognition.
"You bear her mark… and you don't even know the truth of it."
The battlefield shifts. The chains are no longer just weapons—they are history, secrets, temptation, and power. And Jemil stands at the heart of it, with only one choice: control the curse… or be consumed by it.