Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 1311

“Don’t be impulsive, Hubson. Maybe there’s another way,” I said cautiously.

Hubson laughed wildly as though he had heard the funniest joke on earth. “Are you kidding me? Just give the child to me. Otherwise, everyone will suffer tonight.”

“No way. I won’nlet you kill my daughter,” I said decisively, clenching my fists tightly.

“‘Okay, then there’s nothing to talk about.” Hubson was done talking. He suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers. A vampire, who had been hiding in the darkness, suddenly emerged from the shadows and rushed towards Rufus at an incredible speed.

My heart skipped a beat. Without thinking, I rushed to stop him, but I was too late; the vampire activated his power and disappeared with Rufus.

“Where the hell did they go?” I. questioned Hubson fiercely. It took all my willpower not to tear him to pieces at this moment.

Hubson’s wrinkled face looked surprisingly relaxed. “Don’t worry. Rufus is the lycan king. A regular vampire can’t hurt him. I just had him transported to another dimension since he’s so troublesome. You, on the other hand, should worry about yourself.”

I didn’t understand what he meant until he suddenly pulled off his heavy black cloak. Underneath, he was wearing a white shirt and white pants over his thin, emaciated body. It was almost as though his bones would crack at the slightest shove.

The light in the room started to flicker. A fierce wind blew, forcing the window open with a bang, and whipping my hair back chaotically.

Then I saw that Hubson’s white clothes slowly turned red and the pungent, metallic smell of b***d filled the air.

Soon, Hubson’s white suit seemed to have been dipped and soaked in b***d,

Such a sight made my hair stand on end.

B***d dripped from his body, forming a small pool of red liquid at his feet.

Noreen shouted wildly, “Run! This son of a bitch is crazy! How dare he activate [his power here?”

My heart tightened in my chest. Finally, I understood what Hubson meant just now. Activating his power while he was under the influence of the Black Death Curse was akin to suicide.

I wanted to grab Beryl and take her someplace else, but it was too late. The b***d on the floor quickly turned into runes and spread in my direction.

I had no choice but to retreat to the window, but there was nowhere to lun. The runes crawled up my body, transforming into b***d-colored ropes that restrained my arms and legs. I tried to turn into a wolf to escape, but it was futile.

Noreen turned, to me and shouted desperately, “Use your damned witchcraft!

You’re a witch for crying out loud! Shame on you! You can’t even beat such a loser!”

Perhaps the word “loser” angered Hubson, because he suddenly turned around and shouted, “Shut up, bitch! You’ll be dead soon enough. Don’t get too cocky!”

“You shut up, you bastard! Even if you kill me now, I’ll always replace a way to resurrect!” Using Beryl’s voice, Noreen roared at Hubson hysterically.

“Then let’s die together. Even if I die today, I’ll drag you down with me! I’ll torture you in the afterlife!”

The two ancient entities, who were both hundreds of years old, began to quarrel like children.

I was exhausted and couldn’t struggle anymore. The scent of b***d in the room grew stronger and stronger, suffocating me.

Then, I noticed another golden rune forming on the floor. It was also made of b***d, but I recognized it–it was the same rune I had seen the vampire with the skull head use at the amusement park.