Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 1315

Having been caught off-guard, Hubson wasn’t able to dodge my attack in time.

He coughed and spat out a mouthful of b***d.

“How dare you !” he roared.

I snorted in response. “You talk too much!”

The vampires lurking in the dark saw what happened and instantly swarmed towards me, unleashing various powers upon me.

Fortunately, I turned into a wolf and quickly dodged their attacks in time. The werewolf soldiers guarding outside also joined the fight.

The whole palace turned into hell on earth. The pungent smell of b***d filled the air and pained cries echoed everywhere.

But I didn’t have the time to care about that. I was too focused on attacking Hubson, delivering deadly blows to prevent him from getting close to Beryl.

Despite how hard I fought, Hubson refused to back down. He raised his hands above his head and summoned more b***d, transforming it into thorny whips that lashed at me.

The old vampire had gone mad. His desperation made him rash, and his sudden ruthlessness caught me off guard.

My body twisted in pain with each lash of the thorny whip. I felt as though I was being burned alive, reminiscent of the time when Lee splattered me with his dirty b***d at the amusement park.

I wasn’t afraid of death, but I couldn’t help but fear unbearable pain. I didn’t want to experience such a thing again.

But for Beryl’s sake, I was willing to sacrifice anything even if it meant turning my flesh into ashes.

I knew that the second Hubson had a hold of Beryl, he’d kill her without hesitation.

Just then, I heard the shrill shriek of a child. “Mommy, help! A bad guy’s trying to bite me!”

I turned my head and saw that a blonde vampire had somehow approached Beryl’s side without anyone noticing, his fangs bared and ready to strike in the next second.

At that moment, I didn’t give a damn about anything else. I threw myself onto Beryl’s body and grabbed the vampire’s jaw with one hand. With a sudden twist, 1 heard the sickening sound of bones cracking. The vampire shrieked in pain, tears streaming down his face and dribbling down his now dislocated jaw.

I sneered and tossed him aside ruthlessly.

“Good job, Sylvia! That’s it. You’d better protect me. Don’t let Hubson got to me, or else Beryl will also die. You don’t want to let her die, do you?” Noreen reverted to her voice. Now I knew that she had only used Beryl’s voice to take advantage of me again.

But I had no choice but to set aside my hatred for her and do as she said.

Ignoring Noreen’s bullshit, I focused my attention on Hubson. The thorny whips he made had become thicker and heavier, striking me relentlessly. Although there were no, visible wounds on the surface of my skin, I felt as though my bones were being shattered with every lash of his thorny whip.

Before I could recover, Hubson activated his runes again. It seemed like he no longer had any strategy and just kept hurling attacks at me.

All too quickly, I felt cold again. Although I could still move, there was nothing I could do to fight back. I couldn’t use any spells, nor could I tap into my werewolf power.

My body felt like a leaky vessel, and every second that passed, I could feel my power slipping away. I trembled uncontrollably.

However, I could see that Hubson wasn’t doing much better than me. His body gradually withered, like a shriveled raisin. It was obvious that he was about to die from exerting all his strength.,

It seemed that using his powers’ took a significant toll on him.

Still, I didn’t dare to underestimate my enemy. Now that Hubson was nearing the end of his rope, I needed to be even more cautious. Hubson was a powerful vampire, and even in desperate situations, he would likely do everything in his power to survive. After all, when people were pushed to their limits, they were capable of doing anything.

For now, I just needed to delay him. I watched as Hubson’s body became as withered and dry as a dead tree, his skin even starting to peel. All of a sudden, confusion struck me. Hubson couldn’t possibly be willing to die like this, could he?! At the rate he was going, it seemed he had resigned himself to be tortured to death by the Black Death Curse.

But as soon as this thought occurred to me, Hubson suddenly leaped past me in the blink of an eye, biting hard on Beryl’s neck.