Chapter 21: Ashes and Oaths

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• 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

• Luna’s Rebellion    Chapter 22: The Legion’s Rise

  The earth cracked beneath our feet as the shadows poured forth. They moved like liquid night—endless, formless, terrifying. Creatures of forgotten gods. Beasts that no moonlight could touch. Faces flickered in the black mass: twisted, hollow-eyed, howling with hunger for blood and destruction. Kael’s wolf snarled, gold fur bristling, his breath coming in ragged bursts. He was spent. We both were. But neither of us stepped back. “We can’t fight them all,” he said, voice low, urgent. I shook my head, my silver wolf shimmering beside me, translucent and immense. “We don’t have a choice.” The fused creature—Damon and the Shadow God—watched us with burning eyes. “Run if you like,” it said, voice thick with venom. “We’ll savor the hunt.” They surged. We met them head-on. Kael shifted fully, his wolf leaping into the tide, fangs bared, claws slashing through the first wave of shadow-beasts. I followed, Luna magic blazing at my hands, my wolf howling as it tore into the dark. The wor

• Luna’s Rebellion    Chapter 21: Ashes and Oaths

  The white light faded slowly, like the last breath of a dying star. And when it was gone… silence. I lay on the broken earth, gasping, my body heavy as stone. My head spun. My heart thudded weakly in my chest. The taste of blood was sharp on my tongue. Above me, the sky was torn—ribbons of storm clouds scattered across a bruised dawn. The mountain was cracked and bleeding stone, the valley below scarred by the battle’s fury. Kael. Where was Kael? I forced myself to sit up, every muscle screaming in protest. My gaze swept the ruins of the clearing. There. A few feet away. His body lay crumpled, smoke rising from his skin, his chest barely rising with shallow breaths. “Kael!” I crawled to him, my hands shaking as I touched his face. He was cold. Too cold. His eyes fluttered open, the gold of his wolf dim but still burning. “Elara…” His voice was a ghost of itself. “Is it… over?” I didn’t know. I turned, heart pounding, to the place where Damon and the Shadow God had stood. T