The Omega Mated To The Four novel Chapter 225

The ground beneath my feet was soaked in blood and littered with fallen warriors. The air was thick with smoke, the scent of burnt thesh and magic making it almost unbearable to breathe. Wolves and witches fought side by side against an enemy that refused to

fall.

The Children of the Eclipse and their monstrous creations, the Umbrakins, were relentless. Shadows slithered between the bodies, twisting through the chaos, consuming everything in their path.

Screams and snarls filled the night as werewolves and witches fought alongside one another, their battle cries merging into a desperate symphony of defiance. But I barely heard it. My focus was solely on the figure before me.

Mother.

Mother’s eyes that glowed in the darkness, bore into mine, filled with something I couldn’t name–was it rage? Was it regret? It didn’t matter.

“Stormi,” she said softly.

And I shifted back into my human form.

“Why?” My voice was hoarse. “You could have fought with us. You could have helped stop this.”

A flicker of something crossed her face, but it was gone too fast to name. She shook her head. “This is bigger than you, Stormi. The

Shadow Weaver is the future.”

My heart clenched. “No. We are the future. Our people–our family.”

She sighed. “You don’t understand.”

And then she attacked.

I barely had time to shift before her claws were slashing toward me. dodged, but not fast enough. Her nails raked across my ribs, searing pain exploding through me.

I shifted and growled.

I retaliated instantly, lunging at her, jaws snapping.

We crashed into the ground, rolling in a violent clash of teeth and claws. She was fast, her movements sharp, deadly

But so was 1.

I sank my teeth into her shoulder, biting down hard. She howled, a burst of energy blasting me off her. I slammed into a fallen tree, my vision swimming.

She stalked toward me, her eyes glowing brighter.

“You can’t win this,” she said.

She lunged again, and this time, I met her head–on.

We fought with everything we had. My claws tore through her robes, her attacks leaving deep gashes across my skin. Every

movement was fueled by desperation, by the knowledge that only one of us would walk away from this fight.

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And then, I saw it the opening.

With a surge of lunar energy a conjured a spear, I dodged her next strike and sent it into her shoulder as she fell I plunged my claws

into her chest.

She gasped, black blood spilling from her lips.

I held her gaze as she trembled, my heart breaking even as I whispered, “I’m sorry.”

Het lips parted, and for a brief moment, she looked like she might say something.

Then–she collapsed. I shifted and knelt beside her.

And she was dead.

Enough! A voice boomed through the chaos, sending an unnatural wave of stillness through the battlefield.

The battlefield froze.

The screams, the fighting, the chaos–it all stopped in an instant, as if the world itself had been placed under a spell. The warriors turned, some gasping, some stepping back in horror as the darkness twisted and took shape.

The Shadow Weaver emerged fully from the mist, wearing a mask crafted from the skull of a silver wolf. My breath caught.

That was a warning.

A message.

I was next.

She lifted her hand, and the ground trembled beneath us. Corpses began to rise. Umbrakins, fallen wolves, and even some witches who had been slain–all twisted into her army of the damned.

I swallowed hard, my heart hammering.

“You came,” she said, her voice a silky whisper that slithered into my mind. “How delightful.”

She smiled, a cruel, twisted thing. “But it’s all for nothing. You’re too late. The world will be mine. There’s nothing you can do to stop it.”

She was wrong.

I pushed myself to my feet, my breath heavy, my wounds burning. But none of it mattered as I turned to face the entity that had haunted my every step.

“You wear the bones of my kind,” I growled.

The Shadow Weaver tilted her head, her voice smooth, taunting. “Your kind is weak. You fight and fight, but you will always lose.” She chuckled, stepping forward. “Do you truly believe you can stop me?”

stiffened, my jaw clenching.

She laughed, a cruel, hollow sound. “Do you truly believe you can stop me!”

Her presence alone was suffocating, her power pressing against my skin like a thousand invisible chains.

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“You can’t stop me,” she continued, her voice dripping with certainty. “No one can.”

She was right.

I couldn’t stop her.

I had never been more certain of anything in my life.

“I can’t,” I said.

She paused.

I could stop this.

Not in the way everyone wanted me to.

The prophecy burned in my mind. A heart of flame, a soul of dust–by their hand, the world shall live, yet they shall fade as dawn consumes the night.

I finally understood.