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Chapter 8: Blood and Bondfire
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Luna’s Rebellion Chapter 240: When Gods Break
Elara Lucious hits like a star falling. His blade arcs gold, cutting through the dark, bright enough to sear the edges of my vision. Power ripples off him in waves, enough to make the air crackle, enough to make the shattered earth hum beneath my boots. Kael meets him with nothing but his bare hands. And gods help me— It’s enough. The clash detonates. Light against light, gold against gold—but Kael’s glow burns different. Wilder. Not sunlight, not clean. It’s molten and raw, like the heart of a forge that’s been let off its chain. Lucious’s strike should have cleaved him in two. Kael catches the blade with one hand. The impact ripples the ground, sends cracks spidering through the plain. My knees almost buckle. Lucious’s eyes widen, just for a fraction of a second—before Kael twists. Steel screams. Lucious flies back, wings snapping wide to slow his fall, but it’s not enough. He crashes hard, skidding across glassy stone, his blade torn from his grip. And Kael— Kael doe
Luna’s Rebellion Chapter 239: The Golden Hunt
Elara The tremor rolls through the blackened earth again, harder this time. The fractured ground splits like torn parchment, dust pluming into the starless air. Kael doesn’t move. Doesn’t even glance back at me. He just stands there—barefoot on broken stone, golden light breathing off him like heat from a forge. And then— The sky screams. Not thunder. Not wind. A shriek that rakes the marrow from my bones, bending the horizon like a blade. I spin toward the sound— And freeze. They’re crawling out of the cracks. Dozens of them. Then hundreds. Things made of bone and void, their limbs bent at angles that make my stomach lurch. Skin stretched too thin over frames too long. Empty sockets burning with something not-fire, not-shadow—just hunger. Their claws scrape against the broken glass of the plain as they drag themselves free, one after another, their mouths yawning wide enough to split their skulls. Gods. The Woken. I thought they were just stories. Warnings whispered in
Luna’s Rebellion Chapter 239: The Golden Hunt
Elara The tremor rolls through the blackened earth again, harder this time. The fractured ground splits like torn parchment, dust pluming into the starless air. Kael doesn’t move. Doesn’t even glance back at me. He just stands there—barefoot on broken stone, golden light breathing off him like heat from a forge. And then— The sky screams. Not thunder. Not wind. A shriek that rakes the marrow from my bones, bending the horizon like a blade. I spin toward the sound— And freeze. They’re crawling out of the cracks. Dozens of them. Then hundreds. Things made of bone and void, their limbs bent at angles that make my stomach lurch. Skin stretched too thin over frames too long. Empty sockets burning with something not-fire, not-shadow—just hunger. Their claws scrape against the broken glass of the plain as they drag themselves free, one after another, their mouths yawning wide enough to split their skulls. Gods. The Woken. I thought they were just stories. Warnings whispered in
Luna’s Rebellion Chapter 238: The Wake
Elara Kael doesn’t wake up at first. Not when I shake him. Not when I call his name. Not even when the world groans beneath us like it’s trying to peel itself apart. I press my hand against his chest. He’s warm—too warm, heat bleeding through his torn shirt like he swallowed a star. His heartbeat is there, but it’s wrong. Off-rhythm. Like it can’t decide which world it belongs to. “Kael.” My voice is a whisper against the sound of cracking stone. “Come back.” The bond hums, low and fractured, like a harp with half its strings snapped. When he finally stirs, it’s not gentle. His back arches. His breath tears out in a ragged sound that scrapes my spine raw. Gold light spills from the cracks in his skin, searing bright before dimming to a low ember. And then—his eyes snap open. I wish they hadn’t. They were always sharp. Silver that could cut, shadowed with something he never said out loud. Now? Now they are molten. Not just glowing—moving. Like there’s something alive behi
Luna’s Rebellion Chapter 237: The Golden Vein
Elara The first scream comes from the fog. High, jagged—like something tearing out of a throat that never learned how to stop. I freeze, every muscle locking as the sound echoes through the shattered hills. Kael’s hand hovers near his blade, his jaw set in that way that means don’t ask questions right now. We listen. The scream dies. But the silence that follows? It’s worse. “Stay behind me,” he says. The old Kael would’ve said it softer. Almost teasing, like he knew I’d ignore him. This Kael? His voice doesn’t leave room for disobedience. Still, I answer the way I always do. “Not a chance.” His lip twitches—half irritation, half something darker—but he doesn’t argue. Just moves forward, fog curling around his boots like fingers. The world here is wrong. It’s always been wrong since the collapse, but this—this is different. The ground pulses faintly underfoot, gold flickering in the cracks like veins under skin. The air hums, thick with whispers too low
Luna’s Rebellion Chapter 236: The Whispering Sky
The horizon bleeds gold. Not bright, not warm—this gold is hungry. It pulses in the cracks like veins in a corpse, and every time it throbs, the sky whispers. You can’t hear it at first. You think it’s the wind, or maybe your own breath. But if you listen too long, if you let it creep into the hollow spaces behind your eyes, you realize it’s not sound at all. It’s thought. And it doesn’t belong to you. Elara The ash hasn’t stopped falling. It coats the tips of my hair, turns black strands pale, clings to the cuts across my arms like frost. Kael walks beside me, too quiet. That should be a relief. Silence used to mean safety. Silence used to mean control. Now it just feels like something waiting to break. I glance at him from the corner of my eye. The cracks in his skin glow faintly, even though he’s trying to hide it under his sleeve. Threads of molten gold crawling under flesh like lightning that forgot how to sleep. “Kael.” He doesn’t look at me. “What?” “Stop pulling
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