Lycaon97

A girl, barely an adult, runs away from home after discovering her families forbidden secret. Running away she becomes an adventurer. Obsessed with having a normal life she lives day to day; however, an ancient darkness lurks in the shadows threatening all she knows. Will she preserve her easy life, or will she give it up for the greater good? 
As the chapters are incredibly short, I will look to update multiple chapters each day. However, a lot of the time work takes it out of me and will only update one chapter on those days. So, on those days I will use the author's note to let y'all know, if you don't see that note then you can expect more to come out.

The cover is done by a friend of mine called obsidianfoxx who can be found at the following links
https://www.tumblr.com/blog/artistobsidian
 https://www.deviantart.com/voidprinceobsidian

A Hero's Growth

As the illusory pillar buckles under the creature's renewed assault, Nina strains her remaining magical energy. She shifts her focus from maintaining the illusion, to twisting its form, transforming the shimmering light into something sharper, something deadlier. With a cry, she wills the light to solidify, to crystallize into a multitude of razor-sharp spikes. The shimmering pillar explodes outwards, the illusory light fracturing into a hail of crystalline shards that pierce the air. The creature roars in pain and fury as dozens of the crystalline spikes impale it, driving deep into its shadowy flesh.

It bucks and writhes, the green energy around it spattering and dissipating as the shards drain its power. The creature struggles violently, its form contorting in a desperate bid to free itself from the crystalline prison. For a moment, Nina catches her breath, a moment of hope blooming in her chest. Ronan, though still weak, watches with a mixture of awe and fear in his eyes. The creature shows off its terrifying strength. Despite the numerous wounds across its body, it continues to fight with a grim tenacity, the shadowy form pulsing with a remnant of the dark power that corrupted and controls it.

A low growl, filled with desperate rage, tears from its throat as it thrashes, its claws tearing at the spikes. The very air vibrates with the creature's power as it manages to dislodge some of the spikes impaling its body, managing to send them raining onto the floor of the cavern. The remaining spikes start to dim, their crystalline structure weakening. Nina can sense that her momentary advantage is fleeting. The creature, freed from the worst of the attack, has now focused its attention on the mage who disrupted its hunt and injured it greatly.

The shadowy form rises, its eyes glowing with malevolent green light, its form still pulsating with barely contained power. Ronan coughs, a rattling sound in the tense silence. The shadow creature shifts it gaze briefly to the injured lycan but returns its eyes back to Nina, watching for any other possible attack she sends. Nina can barely hear the rasping from Ronan as he sputters, "We need to get out of here." The creature, seeming understanding the words spoken launches an attack. Only this time, it is aimed at the young mage.

Chapter 4, Burden: Part 23