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Chapter 191: The Fracture In The Light
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2025-09-03 04:16:03
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Luna’s Rebellion Chapter 205: When The World Trembles
Elara The floor cracks under my knees. At first, I think it’s me—that I’ve finally shattered, splintered straight through the stone. But no. The sound is bigger than that. The sanctum is splitting, the marble fracturing like glass under a blow too sharp, too sudden. The air tastes like lightning. Like storms tearing sky from sky. Kael stands on one side of the widening fissure, shadows writhing around him like serpents caught in the throes of rage. Lucious blazes opposite, his armor molten with sunlight, his jaw set like an executioner’s blade. And me? I’m the crack between them. The break neither will let close. “Enough!” My voice rips out of me, raw and shaking, but it vanishes into the roar of power between them. Kael doesn’t even blink. His eyes—storm-dark, silver bleeding through like veins of light—lock on Lucious with a promise I know too well. A promise that ends in blood. Lucious lifts his hand, and the air sears gold. Feathers of light unfurl behind him like a sun-b
Luna’s Rebellion Chapter 204: Fractures In The Sky
Elara The crack in the sky groans wider, bleeding colors that should never exist. Hues that taste like iron on my tongue and scrape like glass along my nerves. Kael and I stare into the wound above us as if it might blink. It doesn’t. It breathes—a slow, cavernous pull that drags the air from my lungs and the warmth from my bones. And then it laughs. Not a sound, not exactly. A shiver of meaning curling through marrow. A jagged promise of pain that makes the ground quake beneath our feet. You thought it was that easy, little flame? You thought storms kill gods? The voice slithers into my skull, velvet and venom, and my hands curl into fists hard enough to draw blood. Gold fire licks up my arms like a lover desperate to hold me, but for the first time since I burned the leash, the flame feels… small. Not gone. Never gone. But fragile against what’s stirring in the fracture. Kael’s breathing stutters beside me, ragged and shallow. He’s swaying on his feet, shadows dragging like
Luna’s Rebellion Chapter 203: The Expense
Elara The silence after the storm is louder than the storm itself. I don’t breathe for what feels like an eternity. The ground beneath my feet is a graveyard of what once was—a wasteland carved by my fire, blackened and cracked like shattered glass. The sky above is no longer sky; it’s a gaping wound stitched with trembling threads of shadow and light, bleeding color into the void. And me? I am standing in the center of it all, glowing like a god, burning like a sun, and feeling like a stranger in my own skin. Every nerve hums with raw magic. Not Kael’s, not the god’s—mine. Untamed, infinite, merciless. My veins are rivers of molten light, my heartbeat a war drum that shakes the bones of the world. And yet, beneath it all, something fragile thrashes like a dying bird: the echo of the girl I used to be. “Elara…” His voice is a thread in the silence, fraying at the edges. I turn slowly, like gravity itself has changed, and find Kael on his knees a few feet away. He looks like
Luna’s Rebellion Chapter 202: The Choice That Isn’t One
Elara The world holds its breath. Or maybe that’s just me. Kael’s voice is a wound in the silence, raw and splintered. “Elara. Don’t do this.” His power is everywhere—writhing shadows, iron and grief, the desperate echo of an oath forged in a time when everything felt simple. A time when I thought chains could feel like love if you called them something softer. And across from him—the god. The Primordial. It watches me with a thousand eyes, each one promising something different. Power. Freedom. The obliteration of every scar carved into my soul. Choose, little flame, it whispers, voice curling like smoke around my thoughts. Unmake your leash. Burn the cage. Be what you were meant to be. And gods—gods help me—I want it. I want the silence after centuries of screaming. I want the weight of power, not as a shackle but as wings. I want to stop bleeding for everyone else. But then I hear Kael’s breath—ragged, breaking. “Elara,” he says again, softer this time. Not a command. No
Luna’s Rebellion Chapter 201: The God In The Wound
Elara The world tilts. Not like the dizzying sway after a blade grazes too close. Not like the vertigo of falling. This is deeper—like gravity itself just shrugged and let go. The Primordial steps fully through the wound in the sky. Or maybe it doesn’t step at all—maybe it simply is, and everything else rearranges to make space for it. Stars die in its shadow. Light bends, clawing at the edges of its form like drowning hands. Its presence is a weight and a hunger and a song all at once, thrumming through my bones until my teeth ache. Kael is a black flame at the edge of my vision, sword of shadow burning in his fist. His aura flares, raw and jagged, the remnants of his power clawing at the air like a caged beast. But next to the thing in front of us? He looks… small. We both do. Little flame. The voice coils through me, velvet and venom. It doesn’t speak aloud, not really. It moves inside my head, brushing against thoughts I didn’t know I had, prying open doors I kept locked
Luna’s Rebellion Chapter 200: When Chains Break
Elara The silence isn’t real. It’s a lie—thin, fragile, trembling on the edge of a scream. Kael’s hands are warm on my face, anchoring me, grounding me like roots in a storm. His breath ghosts against my lips, heavy with desperation. “Elara,” he murmurs, voice rough silk. “You’re here. Stay with me.” Stay. As if I could. As if the thing inside me hasn’t already sunk its teeth so deep I can’t tell where I end and it begins. For a heartbeat—just one—I almost believe him. I almost fold into the warmth of his grip, let myself drown in the dark ocean of his gaze. Gods, it would be so easy. To let him hold me. To let him fix what I can’t. But then I feel it. The bond. It hums like a chain of starlight coiled around my soul, threads of shadow winding through my blood, pulling, binding, caging. And something inside me—something wild and feral and older than the bones of the earth—snaps. The scream rips out of me, raw and endless, shattering the fragile quiet. The ground splinters
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