Lucien POV
“Tharros, will she be okay?” I asked with anxiety evident in my voice.
“Don't worry pal, she is fine. Her body is just exhausted from the power she holds. Until she can master her powers and her body grows accustomed to the power, she will feel weak every time she uses it. Her whole life the power has been domain so it takes time for the body to adjust accordingly to such great power but don’t worry she is fine” Tharros scholarly explained and it made me calm down a little then I realized another matter we needed to discuss and it was that werewolf claiming my mate as his. “One more thing. I can understand what you are plotting in that head of yours, and I have been thinking for a while. At times, one is indeed paired to two mates.”I cut him off before he could finish his statement. “Are you saying she would have to choose between the two of us?” I asked alarmed by his philosophical approach to this mate thing. “In that case, she will be choosing me. Get ready to lose old bloodsucker” The arrogant just wanted to get on my nerves every time. “Remind me again what are you doing in my kingdom?”I averted giving in to his provocation. “Last week we killed a whole coven of witches and before some of them died they mentioned about a war coming and cryptic messages so I don’t think those witches you are petting are good” he narrated and it was truly alarming if witches were mobilizing this would mean another war against them. “Those are different from others. They are allies Kiran” I tried to reason with him but his facial features showed that he was not pleased by this. “Don't act like you don’t remember what we lost in the hands of witches and what about our convention the whole realm agreed to. Are we also going to play blind to it as well? I say we get rid of those witches” he stated with great anger evident on his face. “Those witches are the guardians of the Destiny child who happens to be Emily. You just arrived and started creating a fuzz you need to listen here. Emily is the Destiny child and her importance is equal to those of the so-called witches you saw outside” Tharros said and I saw Kiran stable a little bit but his hand was clunched into a fist. Just then a maid opened the room to the study room in great panic. “Master, Miss Emily is sleepwalking and she looks creepy……….Emily POV
I remember being in the study and now I was standing in a meadow. Suddenly the area became pitch black and the air became heavy.
“Child time is running out. Look to your left” I heard a voice saying in my head and I looked to the left. The world was divided and werewolves and vampires were in a gruesome war. It was severe and quite disturbing. I saw Kiran the werewolf and Lucien fighting each other and there was great animosity between them. When their fists collided the whole realm shook. “What is happening?” I asked no one in particular hoping the voice in my head to reply me. “The war is fast approaching Emily. Now is the time to take the reigns of the horse. Someone has already been controlling the course of the narrative. Dig deep Emily and you will find the answers you seek one more thing I have always been there for you and when you need me just call” the voice said and it became dead silent leaving me to the gruesome scene of the war between the vampires and werewolves. I watched as they tore each other’s stomachs and their intestines all over the place. Bloodshed had turned into a stream of blood and I was crying for both Lucien and Kiran to stop but none of them was listening to me. Suddenly the surroundings started familiarising and I found myself in my room inside a golden bubble with everyone looking at me with worried expressions. “Emily are you okay” Aunt May came to my side when the bubble burst. “What happened?” I asked. “You passed out in the study and we took you here to rest and suddenly you started sleepwalking saying some chants I didn’t quite recognise.Tharros then put you inside the bubbles to stop you from hurting yourself from walking around”she explained and the contents I saw in the vision came back to me. “I had another vision and this time, I saw a war breaking out between the werewolves and vampires. I tried calling out to Lucien and Kiran but they didn’t listen” I said looking at both of them with equal worry for each one of them. “I think we are running out of time and we need to go to the temple immediately” I heard Tharros say when I felt a gush of wind come outside my window it seemed like danger and my body instinctively dodged and an arrow missed me. “Emily get to safety” everyone called and I saw Lucien say some chants and disappear into a vortex of black light only to appear shortly after with a person in his arms. “Who sent you and what do you want?”Lucien tried to get him to talk but the man only uttered a small sentence before he swallowed a potion no one saw he had, “The child of the moon will be the end of us all”, was the sentence he sThe world had grown too quiet.A stillness hung over the battlefield like the breath before a scream. Blood clung to the cracked ground, soaking into the soil like an offering. Kiran stirred first, coughing as he pushed himself upright, dirt and ash clinging to his armor. His chest heaved, eyes darting across the scarred terrain, searching desperate.“Emily…” he whispered, the name a prayer on his tongue.Beside him, Lucien groaned, wincing as he sat up, one hand clutching his ribs. His skin was torn, his armor dented, but his eyes were sharp, already scanning the battlefield. The entrance to the First Moon now stood sealed a smooth, glowing barrier of lunar energy that pulsed like a heartbeat. Untouchable. Impenetrable.“She’s gone,” Lucien said, voice grim.“No,” Kiran growled, stumbling to his feet. “She’s not gone. She’s inside. And we have to get her out.”Lucien approached the barrier, reaching out to it, but the second his hand got close, it burned fierce and final. “This magic
The silence here was unlike anything I had ever known. It wasn’t empty it pulsed, like a heartbeat echoing through eternity. The First Moon wasn’t a place so much as it was a feeling timeless, ethereal, suspended between what was and what could still be.I took another step forward, the soft moss beneath my feet glowing faintly with every movement. Everything shimmered in silver hues, as if the world had been dusted with starlight. I could feel the power humming beneath my skin old, ancient, and yet somehow familiar.This place was alive.It remembered.Whispers flitted around me, soft voices carried by the wind memories, perhaps, or remnants of those who had once stood where I was now. The Moon Children. My predecessors. Or maybe... fragments of myself.Then I saw her.At first, I thought it was just another illusion. But as she stepped from the shadows of the silver trees, I felt it a shift, deep and resonant, like the moon itself was holding its breath.She was radiant.A woman dre
Pain came first.A burning, searing fire that spread from my side and radiated through every bone, every nerve, every memory. Then came the cold sharp and sudden, crawling over my skin like frostbite from within. I could feel my blood soaking into the earth beneath me, warm and sticky. My hands trembled as I tried to press against the wound, but the pressure only made it worse.I’d been stabbed. But not just by any enemy by someone I trusted.The world spun. Distantly, I heard Kiran's roar echoing through the battlefield, followed by the distinct crack of bone and snarl of Kaelos unleashed. Lucien's voice called my name, hoarse and panicked, but it was all muffled, like I was underwater.They were fighting. Still fighting. Because I couldn’t.My vision blurred, and above me, Lena loomed like a shadow carved from spite. Her inhuman form shimmered no longer bound by flesh, but something twisted and ancient. The power of the Ancient Ones pulsed within her veins now, and her eyes burned w
The journey to the ruins of the First Moon was unlike anything we had faced before. The land we crossed was haunted by the echoes of a world that had long since forgotten peace. Trees bled sap as dark as ink, whispering curses through rustling leaves. Rivers ran backward. And the moon, once a beacon of guidance for my kind, now hung fractured in the sky watching me like a broken eye.Kiran walked at my left, his expression unreadable, jaw clenched and knuckles white as he gripped the hilt of his blade. Lucien was to my right, every step he took silent, his vampire senses constantly scanning for danger. And somewhere between the two of them, I was trying to hold myself together.Azrael’s warning still rang in my ears: “Only by reaching the First Moon will you understand who you truly are.”But with each mile we traveled, the burden of destiny grew heavier. I wasn't just the Child of the Moon anymore. I was the Gate. The key to everything. The destruction. The rebirth. I wasn’t even sur
“I’ve waited centuries for you, Emily.”Azrael’s words echoed in my skull like a chime struck too hard. The battlefield had quieted, if only for a breath, but the chaos still clung to the air like smoke. Behind me, the wind carried the screams of corrupted supernaturals. In front of me stood the one man the Void Monarch seemed to fear and somehow, he knew me.“What do you mean?” I asked, voice shaking, heart pounding. “Why me?”Azrael didn’t blink. “Because you are the last Gatekeeper… and the only one who can awaken the First Moon.”Silence.The kind of silence that makes the world tilt, like something ancient and terrifying just rolled over in its sleep.“The First Moon is a place,” he continued, “a realm lost in the folds of time. It is where the Lunar Order began. Where the gods first touched the earth and gifted power to mortals.”I felt the weight of it before I could even process it I had to find it. Whatever the First Moon held, it was the only way to stop the Ancient Ones.“I
The earth cracked beneath my feet.Not just a tremor or a shake but a deep, violent splitting that roared like the end of the world. I stumbled back as the sky bled shadows, and something ancient began to rise from the shattered crust of the Forgotten Realm.At first, it was only a whisper.Then came the screaming.Clawed hands, pale and rotting, broke free from the soil. Bodies grotesque and inhuman began to crawl out of the abyss. Not demons. Not vampires. Not anything I’d ever seen before. These things were older. Wrong. Their very presence made the air turn sour and thick with decay.The Void Monarch… he stepped back.For the first time, real fear crossed his face.“No,” he hissed. “They were supposed to sleep forever.”“What are they?” I breathed, the dagger trembling in my grip again, its edge now glowing silver-hot in my hands.He didn’t answer. Not right away. Because the answer was walking toward us.Towering, faceless figures with too many limbs, bones that clicked out of pl