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CHAPTER HUNDRED AND TWENTY SIX
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MoonLit Sins: The Curse Of Red Hollow CHAPTER HUNDERED AND TWENTY SEVEN
Kael’s POVGrief is a cruel thing. It doesn’t announce itself. It slips in through the cracks, between breath, in the way you tie a blade’s leather strap, or how you can’t seem to look at the sunrise without feeling like a fraud. It had been thirty-nine days since Lyra's ashes were scattered over Red Hollow. Thirty-nine days of pretending the city wasn’t mourning a queen who never got to sit on her throne and thirty-nine days of me pretending that I hadn’t died with her. I’d been training recruits in the southern barracks, throwing blades into dummies with more force than necessary, when she appeared.Mira Thane.She wasn’t Lyra but the gods knew she didn’t care.Mira had sharp grey eyes that didn’t flinch when I glared at her, a mouth that seemed permanently stuck in a smirk, and a way of walking that suggested she could stab you or save you, depending on her mood.“You train like you’re punishing ghosts,” she said, arms folded.I didn’t look at her. “I don’t train for company.”“Goo
MoonLit Sins: The Curse Of Red Hollow CHAPTER HUNDRED AND TWENTY SIX
Kael’s POVRed Hollow refused to stay quiet. Every time the city tried to rest, something stirred beneath its streets, like the pulse of an old wound that wouldn’t heal and this time, it wasn’t whispers of gods or corrupted Councils.It was the Bloodveil. They called themselves heirs of the Thornbane Flame, they weren’t. They were fanatics. Twisting Lyra’s name into a war cry for power-hungry rebels who wanted to see the Hollow burn just to watch the ashes fall into their hands and I was tired of ashes.Mira and I had been tracking Bloodveil activity for weeks now, moving from ward ruins to Hollow’s outskirts, intercepting stolen sigils and false prophecies but we weren’t the only ones hunting them.That’s how I met Arenya Voss.I first saw her at the edge of the Shade Quarter, where the Hollow’s shadows lived longer than they should. She stood with her arms crossed, a blade longer than my patience strapped to her back, and a grin that could slice through a ward stone.“You’re Kael Th
MoonLit Sins: The Curse Of Red Hollow CHAPTER HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE
Kael’s POVRed Hollow didn’t heal overnight, scars like these don’t fade, they become a part of you but that’s the thing about scars, they prove you survived.It had been three months since we toppled the Regent. Three months of dismantling his decrees, his blood-pact laws, and those wretched purity codes that once dictated who was worthy of power. Now, power had no throne.It walked the streets, it bled, it rebuilt, It remembered.I stood in the Rotunda, staring at what used to be the Council Chamber. Gone were the gold-laced thrones, gone were the marble statues of long-dead rulers pretending they mattered.In their place? A circular table, one where no seat sat higher than the others. Selene’s portrait had been ripped from the wall. Burned. I had tossed the first flame.“Kael.”Selene’s old assistant Mira, a soft-spoken witch with a sharp wit, approached with scrolls under her arm. She looked exhausted, but her eyes burned with purpose.“The East Wards are secure,” she said. “And t
MoonLit Sins: The Curse Of Red Hollow CHAPTER HUNDRED AND TWENTY FOUR
Kael’s POVThere was a time when I thought rebellions began with banners and bloodshed but this… this uprising began in the quiet places. In the unsaid glances. In the hushed, vicious prayers whispered in the bones of Red Hollow’s forgotten catacombs. They called themselves The Unsworn. Former wardkeepers, rogue sentinels, even common Hollowfolk who had once been loyal to the Council, but who now stood under no sigil, no crown, no gods.Only Lyra’s name and mine.Tonight, we would light the first spark. I stood before them in the old amphitheater beneath the Rotunda, its stone walls cracked and charred from Selene’s purge. There were no golden thrones here, no polished floors. Just shadows and resolve.“They want us to kneel,” I said, voice slicing through the murmurs. “They want us to rewrite the truth. To bury her name beneath titles she never wanted.”My fists clenched at my sides. “But Lyra Thornbane wasn’t a martyr. She wasn’t a saint. She was a storm. And now, so are we.”The U
MoonLit Sins: The Curse Of Red Hollow CHAPTER HUNDRED AND TWENTY THREE
Lyra’s POVThey say when you die, you find peace but no one tells you what happens when you die angry. I was ashes, scattered into the lungs of those who had once tried to chain me. My body was gone. My pulse was a memory but I was still here.Floating.Lingering.Watching Kael as he stormed through Red Hollow like a man possessed, a man who had nothing left to lose except the promise he made to me.“You’ll be the Queen they’ll never deserve.” but I wasn’t here to wear a crown anymore. Still, he carried me. In his scars. In his war-roughened voice when he said my name.Kael didn’t know I could still hear him. He didn’t know that every time he touched the Thornbane dagger, every time he pressed his hand against the war table, I felt it. I wasn’t alive but I wasn’t done because Unmakers don’t get peaceful endings. We get legacies.The Council thought they had silenced me but in the cracks of the city, where whispers traveled faster than laws, my name was growing. Thornbane’s Rebellion,
MoonLit Sins: The Curse Of Red Hollow CHAPTER HUNDRED AND TWENTY TWO
Kael’s POVThe wind carried her ashes, Not in some poetic, serene way, but violently. Like the world itself was furious that it had lost her.I stood at the edge of the obsidian cliff, my fingers curled into fists, watching the last of Lyra’s remains dance into the storm clouds that had gathered over Tel Varenth. The world was mourning. I was unraveling. Selene’s corpse still lay broken at the base of the pyre, unclaimed, unwept for. She deserved no grave. But Lyra… Lyra was never supposed to leave me like this. Not like this.I wanted to rage but the only thing I could do was breathe. “They called her Athyra,” the Oracle had whispered hours ago. “But she was never meant to be a god. She was meant to be a wildfire.”I hated her for speaking in riddles. I hated myself more for not seeing the final piece of the puzzle until it was too late. Lyra had always been the storm’s edge. She fought for light, but the world only ever gave her shadow. And now, all that was left of her was ash.Th
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