The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159

ISIDORA

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I said it as I moved back quickly, drawing the black sword with its rusted edges and dented blade.

Honestly, it looked like sotnething pulled out of a junkyard, but only I knew how lethal that thing could be.

I held it with my good hand and stretched it out in front of me as if it weighed nothing, knowing deep down that others wouldn’t even be able to lift it.

The whole movement was fluid, and the surge of my power came at the same time Estingia energy ran through my body. I focused it into the hand gripping the sword.

Blaze rose from the distant hay bale where he’d been sitting, but I didn’t stop.

“Sonya, say hello to my friends!” I roared as scarlet threads crawled over my fingers and transferred into the cold black steel, bringing it to life.

The cold surface filled with the red patterns of my seal and transformed into an enormous, razor-sharp sword that shone like obsidian.

My red hair lifted as gusts of my power whipped around my entire body, and a roar came out of my mouth with my canines bared.

The tip of the sword suddenly stretched out, as if it were endless, straight toward Karla’s stunned face, so fast she didn’t even have time to dodge.

“Karla!” Mikaela screamed at her, and I saw the panic in Karla’s eyes when the tip of my sword reflected in her pupils.

Even standing several meters away, where she thought she was safe, I could pierce straight through her skull.

But that wasn’t what I wanted.

A few inches from her ashen face, the tip of the sword angled to the right.

It swerved as if the steel had a life of its own, following my desires while it drained more and more of my Estingia power.

I resisted the pain in my veins, which was weaker than yesterday, and my eyes flared as if they had been lit with scarlet fire.

“MICHAEL! ENOUGH! ENOUGH!”

Karla screamed when the tip of my sword went straight for his heart.

The man only had time to stand up, then he froze without moving a single muscle, because one step… and he was dead.

“Do you still think my sword is ugly as fuck?”

I looked at her with a smile I knew bordered on chilling, and I knew it because of the flash of fear I saw in her eyes when she looked at me.

“Pull the sword back, please, Isidora,” Karla asked me in a slightly trembling voice, looking toward her slave, who was breathing hard.

“Yes, yes, it’s beautiful. Goddess, I’ve never seen such a beautiful weapon… and one that’s so damn scary too…” Mikaela finally said, softening the mood while my weapon began returning to its original form.

“Oh, Goddess, thank goodness we’re her friends. I’m scared of what Isidora is going to become in the future,” I heard Mika

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