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FIRE AND FURY
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2025-03-29 04:02:16
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FROM SLAVE TO LUNA FOREIGN SKIES
Serena. We walk for what feels like hours. The trees here are wrong, too tall, too perfect, like someone drew them and forgot to add the danger. The air doesn’t hum with pack energy. There’s no scent trail, no warning growls, no prey. Just silence and the sound of our footsteps crunching over brittle leaves.“This place smells… empty,” Kaelion mutters behind me.I don’t respond. My legs are shaking. Not from exhaustion, but from the gnawing realization that we really left.This isn’t home. Vaelen finally stops when we reach a large gravel clearing.Then we see it. A massive black machine sits there, shiny and still. It has four round legs and glass eyes. “Serena, get a grip, it’s not alive”. Vaelen says mid laughter, making me realise I'm growling.I snap out of it, but the way it sits there, all steel and quiet, I instinctively reach for Kaelion’s hand.“What is that?” he asks, voice low.“A car,” Vaelen says with a small grin. “Don’t touch it like that. It bites.”I glare at him
FROM SLAVE TO LUNA VOWS AND SHADOWS
Serena.The morning sun spills gold across the compound as pack members scurry about like bees drunk on honey. Today’s the day. My wedding day.Kaelion's territory is buzzing , literally. Children chase each other between decorated trees, omegas hang ribbons and lanterns in every corner, and the scent of roasted boar, wild herbs, and pine smoke fills the air.It’s beautiful. Almost enough to make me forget how twisted this all is. Almost.The gown they put me in is white, but not soft and innocent , no, this is the kind of white that says, You belong to an Alpha now. Tight around the waist, flowy at the legs, open-backed to show off my mark , the one Kaelion left the night he declared me his. The night Tristan's mark vanishes completely.I haven’t seen Vaelen all morning. He’s somewhere lurking in the shadows, plotting. I know that look in his eye. Something’s coming.Later, Kaelion insists I meet his family before the ceremony. His mother sniffs me like I’m prey. “You don’t smell lik
FROM SLAVE TO LUNA THE LAST PROMISE
Serena.The wind stills. The forest holds its breath. “Welcome home, child of Seraphine,” the hooded man says, his voice smooth as silk laced with steel.I can’t move. Not even when Kaelion’s body tenses like a bowstring in front of me, his hand hovering protectively near his dagger.I know that voice.Not from now. From before. From the dream-memory. My mother’s memory. That quiet moment when she whispered to someone unseen, asking him to watch over me if she didn’t return.The man pulls back his hood.And there it is, the same eyes as mine, only older, darker. Lined with grief. His hair is long and braided loosely, silver streaks glinting at the edges like moonlight caught in shadow.“My name is Vaelen,” he says gently. “I’m your uncle.”Kaelion doesn’t relax. “Prove it.”“I don’t owe you proof,” Vaelen snaps, then looks at me. “But I owe her everything.”I swallow hard. “You knew my mother?”“She was my sister.”Kaelion stiffens even more.Vaelen lowers his voice. “When Elira died,
FROM SLAVE TO LUNA YES
Serena.Kaelion’s hand hangs in the space between us. Open and waiting with eagerness. “All you have to do,” he says softly, “is say yes.”The silence thickens. My heart beats so loudly I’m sure the guards above can hear it.“Yes,” I whisper. The word is so small, so fragile. But it shatters everything amd makes even me shiver.His fingers close around mine, warm, firm, real. A promise, not a command.He moves quickly after that. The cell door creaks, the torch hisses in the stale dungeon air. I grab the thin cloak he brought and slip it on, pulling the hood low over my face. My legs shake as I follow him through the dark hallways of the manor’s underbelly.We don’t speak.This is the part of the palace where no one goes unless they’re sent to die. No guards patrol here, not unless ordered to. Which is why I know it won’t be empty for long. Kaelion’s pace quickens, and I match him, ignoring the ache in my limbs.We reach a narrow side corridor, and he pulls back a tapestry revealing a
FROM SLAVE TO LUNA THE OFFER
Serena.Time has no shape in the dungeon. The air hangs like chains, damp, metallic, clinging to my lungs with every breath. The stone walls have leached warmth from my body, layer by layer. The silence? It’s loud here. Deafening. Pressing against my ears until my own heartbeat sounds foreign.They’ve left me down here too long. Not as an oversight. This is Queen Aliyah’s design. A slow, psychological game. She knows I’m not afraid of pain, I’ve endured worse. But isolation? Doubt? The fear of not knowing what tomorrow holds? That’s her real torture.There has been zero interrogations. No whips. Just cold meals, quiet guards, and the threat of vanishing without consequence.A message only I can hear “I’m still in control”.Still, I do not break, but the mind is a traitor in solitude. On the fourth night,maybe fifth, time blurs, I dream.She appears like smoke becoming flesh. Seraphine, my mother.Her features are a mirror of mine, only older. Wiser. Softer in sorrow, but sharp around
FROM SLAVE TO LUNA THE QUEEN'S DISTRACTION
Serena.There’s something off in the air today. It’s not the crispness of winter crawling over the manor’s stones or the stiff glances passed between servants. It’s deeper, like the walls themselves are bracing for impact.It begins when I step into the west courtyard with a tray of rare fruits meant for the council guests. The sun splits through the arches, and there he is standing tall like he belongs here, or anywhere.Kaelion Vey. The Queen’s nephew.Tall, dark-haired and dressed in a fitted onyx tunic threaded with silver. His face is sculpted and remote, like he was carved to be admired, not approached. But his eyes… his eyes are the color of moonlit frost.And they’re on me.“Careful,” Isabel whispers at my side as we arrange linens. “He’s trouble. Royal blood and Queen Aliyah’s favorite. If she finds out he’s sniffing around you…”I nod silently. But it’s already too late. He watches me like I’ve bewitched him.When I bow, he doesn’t nod. When I move, he follows, once, twice,
FROM SLAVE TO LUNA AFTERMATH AND ECHOES
Serena.Wind howls through the broken corridor like the world is exhaling.I don't stop walking, not even when the marble beneath my feet gives way to shattered earth. My legs are cut, my gown is soaked in blood and ash, and still, I keep moving, because if I stop, I might scream.Behind me, I hear Sylvaine calling my name. She doesn’t shout, doesn’t chase. Wise woman. She knows this is not the time.The ruins of the altar chamber vanish behind me like a dream, no, like a nightmare I survived by clawing my way out of it. The hallway ahead is cracked and weeping light. The old sigils along the wall pulse like heartbeats.Something has shifted in the fabric of the world. Raelor is not here, but he is not gone. Not entirely.My fingers curl into fists.A shadow flickers at the edge of my vision. I whip around, but it's nothing. Just my mind playing tricks.Or maybe it isn’t.I make it to the outer courtyard before my knees threaten to give way. The once-sculpted gardens have been scorche
FROM SLAVE TO LUNA THE WHISPER GROWS
Serena.The veil pulses wider. It groans like something ancient is awakening. Light spills through it,not golden or pure, but twisted, fractured… like moonlight bled through broken glass.Then comes the voice. “Blood of my blood… anchor of my becoming…”Raelor.His whisper thickens, grows, expands until the entire chamber vibrates. It's not a voice,it’s a command, woven with seduction and doom.My body aches. My blood responds.I try to step back, but I can’t. I’m tethered. The air around me thickens, magic spinning in loops around my chest and limbs. Every breath draws the veil closer.I am the anchor and Raelor knows it.His next words aren’t in a language I know, but I understand them all the same. Visions bleed into my mind, me on a throne, me commanding fire and death, me watching my enemies crumble beneath my touch. I see a world reborn in my image.I see the war over, peace forced by fear.“Let me in,” he says, silk-wrapped and vile. “I’ll make you more than they ever let you b
FROM SLAVE TO LUNA ASHES AND AWAKENING
Serena.Athea's smile is serene and triumphant. “You should’ve known, Serena. Power always comes with a price. And men…..” she glances at Tristan with mild contempt, “.....they give too easily.”“How…?” I whisper, stunnedAthea steps forward. “Blood magic alone doesn’t work on someone like him. But when your soul… and your body… have tasted mine?” She shrugs. “Let’s just say the spell becomes unbreakable.”Thorne growls, “You slept with him?”Serena reels. “Tristan, no….”He doesn't respond, he's still under Athea’s control.Athea raises her hand. “Restrain them.”Tristan obeys.“Tristan, please. This isn’t you.” I whisper in a voice that is soft, broken. Something in eyes change and as he reaches for me, there’s a tremor in his fingers. His expression falters.A flicker of silver tries to bleed through the green. He hesitates, long enough for Athea to snap, her eyes flaring.“So disappointing,” she mutters. “Fine. If I can’t have your full devotion…” She turns to Thorne.“Let’s see
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