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Chapter 110 – The Girl Made of Threads
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ASHES OF THE LUNA QUEEN Chapter 110 – The Girl Made of Threads
The scream tore from Liora’s chest like it was being ripped from her soul. Liolai was limp in Ashen’s arms.Her tiny fingers were curled inward like dying petals, Blood smeared her palms, too red, too real, Kael dropped to his knees beside them, shaking her shoulder, whispering her name over and over.No response, No flicker of breath, No spark behind those violet eyes. And the world, for the first time in all its rewritten, redrafted, realm-bending madness, stood completely still.The golden quill hovered before Liora, waiting, Still glowing, Still offering, Still demanding. The crowned one, kneeling beneath the throne, smiled without joy.“You asked for truth,” they said. “And you gave it.”They gestured to the quill. “That is your reward.”Liora turned slowly. “Why her?”The crowned one’s eyes softened. “You needed to understand what rewriting means.”“I already knew.”“No,” they said. “You only feared it. Now you know it.”Kael shouted, “Bring her back!”But the crowned one shook
ASHES OF THE LUNA QUEEN Chapter 109 – The Army of Her Selves
They rose from the cracks like smoke turned solid. Hundreds. Possibly thousands, Each a version of Liora. Some bore scars she didn’t have yet. Some were pregnant with children she never carried.Some were wolves. Others walked with crowns of bone. One had no face at all, just a veil of blood-red ink dripping down her shoulders.But all of them Looked at her with hatred, Because in every timeline where she had been rewritten, left behind, or erased, She had been the one who survived.And survival, to them, looked like betrayal, Ashen stepped in front of her, but Liora raised a hand.“No,” she said. “They’re not enemies.”“They’re not allies either,” Kael said through clenched teeth. “They’re fractures.”“I know,” Liora whispered.The crowned one watched from atop the throne of broken scripts, arms folded, golden quill floating above their head like a sun made of lies.“You asked for a story,” they said. “Now face the stories that died for you to have it.”Liolai clung to her mother’s w
ASHES OF THE LUNA QUEEN Chapter 108 – The Crown of Broken Scripts
The figure on the throne didn’t rise. They didn’t need to.Power radiated from them like a second heartbeat pulsing through the realm. The throne, once jagged and cracked, now gleamed, mended by ink, wrapped in syntax too old to name.Liora froze, her breath catching, The face beneath the crown was familiar, Not hers, But close, Too close. Androgynous. Eyes like spilled ink. Mouth curved in a smile that had never tasted kindness.It was her, If she had never broken free, Never loved, Never screamed, Never rebelled. It was the version of her that survived by surrendering forever.“I am not a villain,” the crowned one said.Their voice was warm. Comforting, even. But it coiled under the skin like silk soaked in poison.“I am the natural conclusion,” they continued. “Of every compromise you made. Every silence you endured. Every time you bent instead of broke.”Ashen stepped in front of Liora, blade already humming with inklight, Kael moved beside him, fists clenched.Liolai clung to Lio
ASHES OF THE LUNA QUEEN Chapter 107 – The Throne That Remembers
The throne bled, Not metaphor, Not illusion. But thick, black ink spilling from the cracks along its jagged arms. Each drop struck the ground and wrote itself. Words etched into the grass, crawling like veins:Not Yet WorthyNot Yet WholeNot Yet ForgivenLiora stood frozen, her hand still warm from where she’d held her fallen shadow, The false self now absorbed, her own body thrummed with new memories, ones she had never lived, but somehow felt.And beneath her skin, her veins ran darker than before. She was no longer just the rewritten. She was rewriting. But the throne did not open for her. It screamed.It rose like a tide. High. Shrill. Agonizing, It wasn’t a battle cry, It wasn’t even pain. It was grief. Old. Forgotten. Buried.And it called her name. “Liora.”Not Liolai, Not Ashen, Not Kael, Something beneath the realm had spoken. Liolai shuddered in Ashen’s arms, hiding her face. Even Kael stepped back.Only Liora stepped forward. Because she knew that voice. It echoed from a p
ASHES OF THE LUNA QUEEN Chapter 106 – The Phoenix from Ink
Ashen’s arms closed around Liolai just as the storm of broken storylines slammed into the field.It should’ve crushed them all, so many fragmented realities, sentences unfinished, metaphors severed mid-breath. But Ashen didn’t flinch.He stood there, unshaken. A figure sculpted in ink and fire, And the storm bent around him. Did not touch him, Did not touch the child. It bowed.Kael stumbled backward, stunned. Liora froze, her blade still drawn, every muscle taut.Ashen met her eyes, his expression unreadable. “I told you,” he said, voice low and reverent. “I am not done being written.”The field around them began to change. No longer green. Now soaked in black script, lines of narrative curling like vines, wrapping themselves around Ashen’s feet, feeding into him.And Liora remembered. The pact, The price, The promise she made at the lake of ink: If I rewrite, I must become. Ashen had become. Not just a man, But the realm’s anchor.“You’re not supposed to be here,” the alternate Lior
ASHES OF THE LUNA QUEEN Chapter 105 – The Face That Shouldn’t Smile
She wore Liora’s face like it had always belonged to her. Same cheekbones. Same burn-scar at the jawline. Same tired eyes sharpened by years of loss.But there was something in the smile. It wasn’t relief. Or welcome, It was the smile of someone who had been waiting. And now? She was done waiting.Kael moved first, instinctively stepping in front of Liora and Liolai, His body wasn’t ready to fight, not after the last rupture, not after nearly being rewritten. But it remembered.This was what protection had always looked like for him. Liora pulled Liolai behind her, eyes locked on the figure. She took a slow step forward.The field around them didn’t move. No wind, No sound, No birds, No story. The new Liora spoke first. Her voice identical in tone but colder. Wiser. “So this is the version that survived.”Liora felt nausea swirl in her gut. She knew what this was. Not a clone, Not a shade, Not a memory. A discarded draft.One the realm didn’t erase. One that had lived on unwritten, un
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