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INTO THE LION'S DEN
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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
FROM SLAVE TO LUNA BLOODLINES AND BETRAYALS
Serena.The cold stone floor bites into my knees as we’re forced to kneel, wrists bound behind our backs with cords that hum faintly with magic. Thorne struggles beside me, his muscles straining against the enchanted ropes, but they only tighten in response.Athea stands before us like a queen before her court, red cloak flaring, hair wild, eyes glowing with unnatural fire.“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” I whisper. “You were helping us.”Her gaze softens, barely. “I spared you for a little while longer.”Thorne growls. “You used us. You lied.”She sighs and steps closer, crouching so her face is level with mine. “No, cousin. I protected you. I delayed the Rite for you.”“Cousin?” I echo. “That wasn't just a part of your lies and deceit?Thorne stiffens. “What?”She tilts her head. “You never wondered why we looked alike?” Her fingers brush my cheek, almost tender. “We share blood, Serena. Our mothers were sisters. Daughters of Raelor.”The name strikes like thunder. “No,” I breathe
FROM SLAVE TO LUNA THE SPY AMONG US
Serena. Athea’s hood falls back, and for a moment, no one breathes. Her white hair glows like snow in torchlight, her green eyes that look too much like mine seem calm, drawing whoever cares to gaze at them in. Thorne’s sword doesn’t lower. “Athea?” She stands her ground, voice steady. ““Your father made enemies on both sides of the Gate, Serena. You’re just starting to see the truth.”.” I stare at her, heart pounding. “What are you talking about?” Athea doesn’t look at me. Her gaze is fixed on Thorne. “I’ve been working undercover. With Alpha Prince Tristan.” “Tristan?” I echo. “He sent you?” Thorne’s jaw clenches. “You’re a spy?” “A scout,” she counters coolly. “A volunteer. The prince received whispers months ago, rumors about a cult rooted in Raelor’s old worship. When I joined the manor's slaves, he recognized the symbol, just like this one etched in my amulet. It matched one carved on the wall of a ruined stronghold in the mountains. I knew the whispers were true an
FROM SLAVE TO LUNA THE WOLF’S WILL
Serena.Sylvaine disappears into the manor before I can ask questions. That night, I barely sleep. My dreams are filled with red cloaks, flickering torches, and the hollow echo of a chant that won't leave my head.The next day, I return to the hidden library as soon as I find the chance. This time however, I make sure I’m not followed. The passage is exactly as I met it before. The door groans open, and the familiar scent of dust and old parchment wraps around me like a welcome.I go back to the book I was reading the day Thorne and General Vasquez barged in. The one with the gilded spine and wolf’s eye seal.The letters are still tucked inside, the edges are crinkled from age. My father’s handwriting, bold and precise, spills out in passionate pleas to Henry Sinclair. I hadn't seen this particular letter. It is hidden so well that it blends with the pages of the book.> “You know this wolf cannot be allowed to open the gate, Henry. There are forces beyond even our understanding. I d
FROM SLAVE TO LUNA SHADOWS AND WHISPERS
Serena. The hood falls back, and my breath seizes. “Sylvaine?”She smirks. “Really, Rena, you looked like you were about to faint. I’m not that scary.”I don’t know whether to slap her or hug her. Relief bubbles up, unexpected and warm.“You…….” I shake my head, still catching up. “Why the cloak? Why all the drama?”She lifts a brow. “You think I’d risk sneaking out in full princess regalia? Honestly.”Then she grabs my hand. “Come on. I have a little... mischief planned.”“Should I be worried?” I ask as she tugs me along.“Probably,” she says brightly.We creep past the outer gardens, tiptoe behind the east wall, and slip by two guards who are far too busy arguing over whether the moon looks better from the east tower or the west.Sylvaine rolls her eyes. “Muscle, no brains.”At the stables, she snatches two worn travel cloaks from a hook, tossing one at me. “For blending in,” she whispers. “And because you look like heartbreak personified.”I shove her lightly. “Gee, thanks.”We du
FROM SLAVE TO LUNA BROKEN VOWS
Serena.The world tilts. For a moment, I can’t breathe.Thorne’s words slice through the night like a blade, severing the fragile thread of hope Tristan had dangled before me.Tristan rises to his feet, face a mask of fury. “You’re lying,” he growls.Thorne just laughs, slow and cruel. “Am I?” He circles closer, predatory. “Go ahead. Ask him. Ask your precious Alpha Prince Tristan how he spent the night you almost died.”I don't want to. I don’t want to ask, because deep down, I already know.My throat tightens painfully. Still, I force the words out. "Tristan. Tell me he’s lying."The fire crackles between us, painting his face in harsh shadows.He says nothing, nothing at all. The silence is louder than any confession.Something inside me, something already frayed and fragile, finally snaps. I do not scream or sob. I just let the silence, colder than any winter surface between us.I take a step back. Then another. Tristan moves toward me, hand outstretched, desperation flashing
FROM SLAVE TO LUNA THE COST OF LIES
Serena.The silence after his words was the kind that crushed mountains.I watch Alessia crumble. Her face, once smug and glittering, is twisted into a mask of panic. She stumbles back from the Queen’s arms, her mouth flapping, trying to find some anchor in a room where none existed anymore.“No, he’s lying!” Alessia cries. “He just... he just wants to ruin me”“Enough,” the Queen snapped, voice sharp enough to flay skin.Tristan’s face is as hard as stone, carved from the same cruelty he used to reserve for enemies of the crown. “Bring the Seer,” he orders.Minutes pass like lifetimes. When the Seer arrives, cloaked in deep blue, the truth peels from Alessia like a second skin.She confesses that it has been all lies, manipulation and ambition. When she discovered that she was pregnant, she had to think of a way to secure the future of herself and that of her child.It is true that she had been intimate with Tristan, but it had been a long time again and Tristan had rejected her as a
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