The Omega Mated To The Four novel Chapter 226

I could feel it in my bones.

I had one last card to play.

The prophecy echoed 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 clenched my fists, feeling the pulse of my Lunar Veil, the last remnants of my divine essence surging through my veins.

“You’re right,” I said again, louder this time, my voice carrying across the battlefield. “I can’t stop you. But I know someone who can.”

Opening the Spirit Realm

I closed my eyes, letting the power flow through me.

A sharp crack split the air, the very fabric of reality tearing open. The ground beneath my feet shuddered, and a beam of pure silver light erupted from my body, shooting straight into the sky.

A ghostly howl echoed through the battlefield, sending a tremor through every living soul–wolf, witch, human, and monster alike.

They came.

From the rift in the heavens, figures emerged, bathed in radiant silver light. The ancestral Silver Wolves, the greatest warriors of my kind, the fallen protectors, the legends, the souls of those who had once walked the earth.

They descended like celestial warriors, their spectral forms flickering with divine power. Their eyes burned with white fire, and their massive ethereal bodies carried an aura of unstoppable strength.

They all looked at me, their chosen vessel, and gave a solemn nod.

They knew what had to be done.

One by one, they merged with me, their spirits fusing into my body, their essence becoming mine.

With each one, I grew stronger.

With each one, I grew taller.

My bones stretched, my muscles expanded, my fur glowed with celestial energy. The power burned through me, reshaping me into something more than wolf, more than human–more than anything that had ever walked this world before.

I was the vessel of the Silver Wolves.

The last one–stepped forward–a massive wolf with a scar running across his glowing face.

“Hello Stormi I’m fentir,.” His voice echoed in my mind.

I knew who he was he was the First Silver Wolf.

“Stormi,” his voice rumbled through my soul, “Are you ready to finish this?”

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I swallowed hard, my voice steady. “Yes.”

He gave me one last nod–then entered me.

A final shockwave of power erupted from my body, blinding everyone around me.

When the light faded, I was no longer just Stormi.

I was something else entirely.

Stormi’s Divine Form

The battlefield fell silent.

Even the Shadow Weaver staggered back.

I stood at the center of it all, towering over everyone. My fur had turned into living moonlight, flowing like liquid silver. My body radiated pure celestial power, and my eyes burned like twin stars.

I had become the Moon’s Avatar.

My mates, my warriors, the witches–they all stared at me in awe.

But the Shadow Weaver?

She snarled.

“You fool,” she hissed, her voice warping with rage. “If you try to bring the Goddess back, you will die!”

I turned my gaze on her, and for the first time, I saw fear in her eyes.

I smiled.

“Then so be it.”

The Shadow Weaver lunged, her form twisting, shifting into something monstrous.

A giant shadowy wolf, its body made of writhing darkness and stolen souls, bigger than the mountains.

Her eyes glowed red, her fangs dripping with death. Her growl shook the heavens, a sound that could have shattered reality itself.

But I did not move.

A barrer of pure silver light formed around me, unbreakable.

She struck, but her claws met nothing. The barrier held.

Her rage became desperation. She lashed out again and again, but her power meant nothing against the Moon’s Light.

And then–I struck t

I raised my massive, glowing paws, and the heavens answered.

A beam of pure divine moonlight erupted from my chest, blasting rough her form.

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She screamed, writhing, twisting, her very essence untaveling.

Below us, the Umbrakins began to disintegrate, their shadowy forms lissolving into nothing under the moon’s gaze.

The Children of the Eclipse collapsed, their powers shattered, their loyalty to darkness broken.

The battlefield was cleansing itself.

The Shadow Weaver howled, her monstrous form flickering.

“You–you can’t-”

But I could.

And I did.

With one final, unstoppable surge of power, I unleashed everything.

A pillar of light shot from my body, stretching all the way to the moon itself.

The world erupted in blinding silver light.

I was disappearing.

I had known this was coming.

I never imagined my end would come like this.

It began subtly–a faint warmth blooming in my chest, akin to the flush of embarrassment or the gentle heat after a sip of whiskey then the warmth intensified, spreading outward like wildfire coursing through my veins.

My skin felt stretched, as though containing a furnace within. I gasped for air, but each breath only fueled the inferno raging inside me. My vision blurred, and the world around me seemed to warp under the searing agony.

The heat was relentless, consuming me from the inside out. My thoughts fragmented, coherence lost amidst the torment. I was aware of a sudden, violent eruption–a blinding light–and then… nothing.

Darkness enveloped me, mercifully extinguishing the unbearable pain.

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