Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 867 Noreen’s Death

Sylvia’s POV:

The fire that was consuming Noreen intensified. It soon engulfed her b*ody, leaving only her head unscathed.

Noreen let out a painful yell. The blood that splattered across her face gave her a frightening appearance.

“Sylvia, please spare my life. I promise I will stay away from you from now on. I won’t get involved in your life any more. If you keep me alive, I will do whatever you say. Just please spare me this time.” Tears streamed down Noreen’s face as she now finally tasted fear.

But her words didn’t soften my heart. Instead, I looked at her coldly without saying a word or moving half a step, allowing her to be devoured by the flames.

Noreen crawled on the ground, grabbed the hem of my trousers, and begged, “Pull out the dagger! Please, Sylvia. I’m your only family left in the world! For the sake of your mother, please save me!”

not wanting to get

going to d*ie a horrible death, Sylvia! I will make sure of that!” Noreen’s eyeballs sprang out of her head as she rolled around in pain. The dagger was still functionally positioned on her chest. The next moment, a golden light shone

with her hands, trying not to get ch*oked by the thick smoke. When the fire burned Noreen, a strange smell filled the air. It was

Is it really possible to K*ll Noreen this

problem I had to deal with.” I wasn’t entirely resolved as I watched the soaring flames, I was actually not very relaxed. Perhaps now that the dust had

you need me to do now?”

head and responded,

deep sigh and asked in a defeated tone, “Don’t you want

Now that we’ve come to this point, we need to put a closure to everything.” I pretended to smile with relief, but deep down, my heart was breaking into

fire on Noreen’s b*ody had burned out, turning her into a horribly charred corpse. She still had the dagger stuck in her chest, but it wasn’t scorched down. Instead, the

the burned remains of Noreen, she nearly threw up. The odor emanating from it was similar to that of sewage mud. It

out of my pocket and handed it to Laura.

“You like gardenia? I remember