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Chapter 15

Author: Kelvin Foster
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-06-11 22:28:47

Chapter Fifteen: When the Moon Cries

The shattered pieces of the moonstone necklace sparkled like stars on the ground. Lyra stared at them, chest heaving, her soul cracking. Everything they’d built—the rituals, the preparation, the bond—they were all unraveling in her hands.

Killian stood before her, cloaked in shadow, eyes no longer the vibrant storm-grey she had fallen in love with. Now they were ink-black voids, swirling with Lucien’s corruption.

He blinked once, slowly.

Then, he looked through her like she was no one.

Lyra’s lips trembled. “Killian... it’s me. Lyra.”

He tilted his head. “Lyra,” he echoed flatly. “The failed host. The girl who wouldn’t stay dead.”

Seren crawled across the broken circle, blood dripping from her nose. “He’s gone,” she whispered hoarsely. “Celeste bound his soul when she shattered the charm. His essence is fused with Lucien’s shadow now. It’s not permanent—yet—but we don’t have much time.”

Lyra’s hand shook as she reached toward him. “I can bring him
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