Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 1060 A Dead Man

Crystal’s POV:

“What’s the matter?” Sorrell’s face remained devoid of any color. Beneath him, his foot was completely impaled by the letter opener, but there was no blood. Not even a single drop.

I said nothing more. I merely took a couple of steps forward and braced myself. When I was sure that he was distracted, I lunged at him.

Sorrell was slow to react. He managed to dodge my attack at the last minute, but his movements were stiff. I chased after him and landed a kick on his knees. He crumpled to the ground, and the cracking sound of broken bones filled the room. It wasn’t until I had pinned him down that I noticed Sorell’s b*ody was stone-cold. He was cold all over.

slumped there, his head hung low, as if he

from his foot. Neither the blade nor the wound was stained with blood. I pried the wound

a

corpse was still speaking to me, asking repeatedly what

the b*ody. Only the black witches and the vampires had the ability to control the dead. Noreen was gone, and most of the black witches who were still alive had retreated

Rufus was likely in danger at this very moment. My heart clenched as a fiery wave of anxiety rushed through my veins. I needed to find him as soon as possible. I was turning to leave when Sorrell’s b*ody began to twitch violently. An awful smell rose from the corpse

about

fled to the door. In the next second, the corpse exploded, sending pieces of rotting flesh all over the room. The foul bodily fluids were splattered on the walls, and the mere whiff of it made me

and used my witchcraft to form a crystal ball and use it to keep the horrendous m@ssfrom leaking out. It seemed that this room was no longer usable. Just then, I heard a loud thud from above. I turned into a

me and bared his fangs.