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LUNA'S CURSE; Her Three Messiahs Chapter 148
Dax POVWe moved through the trees like men carrying a secret. The lead box was heavy at my side, its faint hum a steady, small heart. Aya walked ahead, bow ready, eyes cutting the trail. We kept our voices low and our steps slow. The river narrowed behind us and the land weaved into older woods—trees that smelled of ash and old rain.Hollow Oak did not announce itself with a trumpet. It came like a bruise in the earth: the trees went thinner, the air tasted flat, and the ground underfoot was scarred with black lines. At first I thought it was just rot and old fires. Then I saw the stone.A fallen furnace leaned half-buried in vines. Its mouth gaped like a sleeping beast. Around it, the ground was cracked with long, silver lines—gnarled veins cut into rock and earth. Those same jagged sigils I had seen in the ledger flickered on the ash-streaked stones. The hair on my arms rose.Aya stopped and pushed a hand against her lips. “This is it,” she breathed. Her voice sounded small and car
LUNA'S CURSE; Her Three Messiahs Chapter 147
Riven POVThe road lay white and long beneath the noon sun, a pale ribbon cutting through low scrub and broken trees. Dust rose behind the convoy in slow, angry clouds. From the ridge, I watched them move: wagons creaking, men shifting on their mounts, the way Keira rode with a slim, guarded steadiness that made my teeth ache.Vayrek crouched beside me, cloak drawn tight, eyes like cold stone. “You’ll jump at the wrong moment,” he said, as if warning me from habit rather than care.“If I wait until the wrong moment, she dies,” I said.He considered that. “So you’ll throw yourself at a crowd.”“I’ll throw myself at the ones who matter.” My voice tasted of old iron and something like promise.We dropped down from the ridge in the heat, the beast beneath me moving slow so as not to kick up suspicion. Below, the convoy wound between low rock faces that would make a thief’s back the perfect place to hide. I’d watched the road for hours, learning its dips and shadows like a prayer. The pass
LUNA'S CURSE; Her Three Messiahs Chapter 146
Keira POVThe night smelled of smoke and singed flesh. Even with the fires low, the camp still hummed with restless voices. Men traded stories that grew bolder with every cup of wine. Children whispered beside pots. The whole place felt wired tight — one small spark away from snapping.I kept moving. Sleep didn’t come easy. My hands still trembled from the show. They had seen me. Not the small bits I showed in private, but the thing that bent flame like a wild animal at my call. The knowledge boiled under the skin of the camp now. It changed how people looked at me — not as someone to follow, but as something to use.Vera met me by the water trough before dawn, already awake and sharp as a blade. Thea was with her, rolling her shoulders like she would test them on the field. Nylo stayed near my feet, eyes wide and steady.“You look like hell,” Vera said, blunt and useless as comfort. She handed me a small cup of swamp tea. I drank. The warm bitterness grounded me a little.“We don’t h
LUNA'S CURSE; Her Three Messiahs Chapter 145
Riven’s POV The firelight painted the camp in red and gold. From the tree line, hidden among old pines, I watched the men gather shoulder to shoulder. They laughed, shouted, and knocked tankards together. The air smelled of cheap wine, sweat, and smoke. It felt tense—like something ready to explode.Keira stood in the middle.She held her shoulders straight and her chin up, but I could see the tightness in her jaw and the way her hands twitched. Nylo, her small fierce dog, stayed close to her heels, tail stiff and eyes bright. Vera and Thea stood by her, solid and dangerous. But even they could not hide her from the hundreds of eyes watching. The crowd looked hungry, curious, cruel.Kaden stood at the center. He lifted a hand, and the noise stopped as if someone had put a lid over it. He looked calm and heavy, like a statue. Behind him was Gavin, smiling like a fox, sure he had already won. Seeing Gavin made a hard, cold thing twist in my gut.I gripped my sword so tight my hand ache
LUNA'S CURSE; Her Three Messiahs Chapter 144
Keira POVWe returned to camp at dawn, blood still drying on our hands, the metallic tang clinging to my skin like a second shadow. The recruits dragged themselves across the yard, hollow-eyed and trembling, but alive. Every eye that landed on us weighed and measured—whispers trailing behind like smoke, curling and twisting into half-truths before they even reached the air. The camp was a beast, hungry for stories, and we had just fed it a feast.I kept my head high, my steps deliberate. Vera and Thea flanked me, silent pillars, their presence a steady anchor against the rising tide of scrutiny. Nylo padded at my heels, tail low, his thoughts thrumming warnings into the back of my mind. Too many eyes. Too many tongues. Be careful. His voice was a quiet growl, sharp and insistent, cutting through the fog of my exhaustion.The recruits peeled away one by one, collapsing near the bunks, their faces pale, their hands still shaking from the night’s ordeal. The torch-boy lingered longes
LUNA'S CURSE; Her Three Messiahs Chapter 143
Dax POVThe beast hit the soldiers like a boulder crashing down a ravine, unstoppable and merciless. One swipe of its massive paw shattered a man’s shield into splinters, the wood spraying like broken bones. Screams tore through the gulley, sharp and jagged, as soldiers stumbled over loose shale, their blades clattering uselessly against the stone. The air was thick with dust and the copper tang of blood, the ground trembling beneath the creature’s weight. Its fur shimmered unnaturally, laced with silver veins that pulsed like molten light, casting eerie shadows across the jagged walls of the gulley. No natural thing carried that glow. This was no mere beast—it was a forged wrongness, a walking blasphemy born from some unholy crucible.I ran before my mind could argue, my boots pounding the earth, each step jarring my poisoned lung. The beast’s stench hit me first—a rancid mix of rot and molten metal that clawed at my throat. My sword was already in hand, the worn leather grip slick w
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