Chapter 18: The Alpha’s Mask

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• Luna’s Rebellion    Chapter 28: The God’s Judgment

  The ground trembled as the silver-flamed figure descended, the sky above still torn open like a wound that wouldn’t close. I couldn’t move. Not because of fear—though gods knew I felt it—but because the sheer power radiating from the being before me froze the air, turned my bones to ice. Kael staggered, his wolf form crouched low, ears flattened, a growl rumbling deep in his throat. Damon stared, his monstrous face twisted in a snarl, as if even he hadn’t expected this. The god landed, silver fire crackling at its feet, and raised its gaze—two eyes like twin stars burning in the night. “Elara,” the voice echoed, deeper than thunder, older than time itself. “Luna of the Star. You have tampered with the balance.” I forced myself to stand straighter, the Luna Star’s light pulsing wildly in my chest. “The balance was shattered the moment he—” I pointed at Damon, “—let the dark god inside him!” The silver god tilted its head, studying me like a curious child might study a wounded b

• Luna’s Rebellion    Chapter 27: The Heart Of The Storm

  The darkness wasn’t empty. It pulsed. It breathed. Like I’d been dragged into the chest of some ancient beast, and all I could hear was the pounding of its monstrous heart. “Ilara?” I called out, my voice barely a whisper against the suffocating black. No answer. Kael? Silence. Panic surged up my throat—but I forced it down. No. Not now. Not when everything balanced on the edge of a blade. The Luna Star’s light still flickered in my chest—small, but alive. I focused on it, pulling it close, feeding it my will, my rage, my hope. Slowly, the darkness began to peel back. Shapes emerged. The battlefield was unrecognizable. Craters gouged the earth, fires burned where stars had fallen, and the air crackled with wild magic. Kael lay slumped near a shattered boulder, his wolf form bruised, bleeding—but alive. His chest rose and fell, shallow but steady. “Elara,” he rasped, shifting painfully back to his human form, silver eyes dazed but fierce. “You’re… okay?” I nodded, though m

• Luna’s Rebellion    Chapter 26: The Shattered Veil

  Light consumed everything. It wasn’t warm, like moonlight. It wasn’t comforting, like the glow of a fire. It was blinding. A raw, searing force that burned through my skin, my bones—through me. Like I’d become nothing but energy, scattered across the void. For a heartbeat, I didn’t know who I was. Then I heard him. Kael. His voice, ragged and fierce, cut through the storm: Elara. Hold on. Don’t let go. I clawed at the bond, at the thread that tethered me to him, to this world. My magic surged wildly in response, trying to anchor me as the altar’s explosion tore the battlefield apart. When the light finally faded, I was on my knees, gasping for breath, the ground cracked and scorched around me. The altar was gone—obliterated. The god’s form flickered like a broken shadow in the sky, howling in fury. And Ilara— Ilara stood across from me, her blade lowered, helm shattered, face pale as death. Her eyes—so much like mine, but haunted—were wide with disbelief. “You weren’t suppos

• Luna’s Rebellion    Chapter 25: Blade of The Betrayer

  The world stood still. Kael froze, his body coiled tight as a bowstring, breath ragged from battle. I could feel his confusion, his rage, his desperation pounding through the bond. The god-slayer—this figure of myth—stood motionless, blade leveled at my heart, armor gleaming like forged moonlight. The runes across the sword shimmered with lethal promise, as if the weapon itself hungered for my blood. “Who are you?” Kael growled, stepping between me and the blade. The god-slayer didn’t answer. But the fused creature let out a twisted laugh, its body still crackling with dark magic. “You see now, little Luna?” it sneered. “There is no savior coming. There never was. The gods have chosen their champion—and it isn’t you.” “No,” I whispered, heart hammering. “That’s not possible.” I was supposed to be the one to end this. The Luna Star. The chosen. The rebellion. Every vision, every prophecy—they couldn’t all have been lies. Could they? The god’s presence darkened the sky, its rag

• Luna’s Rebellion    Chapter 24: Into The Void

  I wasn’t falling. I wasn’t flying. I was nothing. The god’s grip dragged me through realms I couldn’t name. Shadows coiled like serpents around me, whispering truths I didn’t want to hear. I felt my body dissolving at the edges, my soul fraying thread by thread. “Elara…” The god’s voice echoed within my skull, everywhere at once. “You were meant for this. For me.” “No,” I rasped, though I didn’t know if the word left my lips or just echoed inside the shattered remains of my mind. “I am no one’s.” “Wrong.” The god’s laughter was the collapse of galaxies. “You are mine.” The darkness thickened, and for a terrifying moment—I believed it. But far away, like a star at the end of a dying universe, I felt it. Kael. His magic. His fury. His love. It burned brighter than the void. And that spark… that spark was enough. I latched onto it. Clung to it like a drowning soul to a lifeline. And I pulled. Kael tore through the battlefield like a storm given flesh. The god’s minions tri

• Luna’s Rebellion    Chapter 23: Starfall

  The air trembled as the sky tore open. Kael’s wolf pressed against me, shielding me with his body as shards of light and darkness rained down from the heavens. The First Wolf and the fused creature clashed before us, silver and shadow locked in a brutal, ancient dance. Every strike of the First Wolf’s claws sent shockwaves through the valley; every retaliatory blow from the creature bled shadows into the earth, staining it black. But none of it compared to what loomed above. The god was descending. A shape of pure void, edged in starlight, so massive it blotted out what little moon remained. Eyes like burning suns, mouths that whispered in a thousand dead tongues. And as it fell, the stars themselves seemed to dim in terror. Kael’s voice was a growl in my ear. “We have to run. Now.” “No,” I said, though my heart raced so fast I could barely breathe. “If we run, we die. If we stand, we might still die—but at least we die fighting.” “Elara—” “This is bigger than us,” I said, cut