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141: The Girl Dies First

ผู้เขียน: Fiona Cakes
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2026-02-17 21:17:23

KYLA'S POV

The journey through the Iron Mountains wasn't like the stories I'd read in the old library back at Moonveil. There were no paved paths or gentle slopes; it was a brutal, beautiful expanse of ancient timber and jagged rock. We had been traveling for three days now, and my boots felt like they were made of lead. The higher we climbed, the thinner the air became, smelling of sharp pine needles and frozen earth.

I looked at Cyrus, who was walking ahead of me, moving through the thick bru
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    KYLA'S POVThe world was screaming.The Void-Beast let out a sound that wasn't a roar, but a vacuum of noise—a hollow shriek that sucked the air right out of my lungs. Everywhere the creature's white, skeletal fingers touched, the vibrant life of the glade withered into icy gray ash. The honey lake, my sanctuary of warmth, was beginning to turn sluggish and cold, its golden surface filming over with a thin sheet of black ice that felt like needles against my skin."The dragon!" Clovis cried out, her voice barely audible over the grinding of stone.High above, the blood-red dragon folded its massive wings and dropped like a falling star. It slammed into the Void-Beast just as the monstrosity tried to haul its bloated torso fully into our world. The impact was like a mountain collapsing. The dragon's talons sank into the beast's translucent flesh, and a blast of dragonfire—pure, white-hot heat erupted from its maw, illuminating the glade in a blinding flash.The heat was enough to melt

  • THE BURNT FACE LUNA   146: Shadow-Wraiths

    KYLA'S POVThe sky didn't just darken; it bruised. A sickly violet-black haze began to swallow the golden sunlight, drifting down through the canopy like poisonous smoke. The air, which had been sweet with the scent of honey and jasmine, suddenly turned cold and smelled of wet earth and ancient, rotting things.The fairies scrambled from the honey lake, their shimmering bodies dripping with nectar as they grabbed bows made of living wood and daggers carved from dragon-glass. The sensual play was gone, replaced by a frantic, high-pitched buzzing of wings that sounded like a thousand disturbed hives."Stay in the water, Wolf Mother!" Clovis commanded, her voice no longer a bell-like chime but a sharp crack of authority. She stood at the edge of the pool, her green-and-gold silks fluttering as she drew a slender blade that hummed with a pale light. "The honey is your anchor! If you leave the pool, the mountain's power will slip through your fingers like sand!"I stood chest-deep in the g

  • THE BURNT FACE LUNA   145: Let Them Come

    KYLA'S POVThe honey felt like more than just a liquid; it felt like the very blood of the world, thick and ancient, pressing against my skin with a heat that was almost erotic in its intensity. As I stood there, waist-deep in the golden pool, the silver glow from my scars intensified until I was a beacon of light in the middle of the shimmering lake. I looked at Clovis, my breath coming in short, jagged gasps as the power thrummed through my veins like a thousand racing hearts."I can feel them," I whispered, my voice sounding deeper, layered with an echo that didn't belong to me. "I can feel every leaf... every insect. The mountain is screaming, Clovis. It's so loud.""The mountain is speaking to its Queen," Clovis replied, her eyes wide with a mixture of terror and worship. She waded into the honey toward me, her translucent wings vibrating so fast they became a blur of iridescent light. "You are the bridge, Kyla. The shadow creatures have been severing the ties between the earth a

  • THE BURNT FACE LUNA   144: The Honey Lake

    KYLA'S POVThe warmth of the milk bath was slowly seeping into my bones, easing the knots of fear and exhaustion that had taken root deep within me. Clovis's hands were surprisingly gentle as she worked, the sea-foam sponge gliding over my shoulders and down my back. Her touch was ethereal, almost like a whisper, yet it held a strange, undeniable authority."You are tense, Wolf Mother," she murmured, her voice a soft chime in the quiet, glowing bathroom. "Just relax and let me wash you."My mind was still reeling from the sudden turn of events. Cyrus was gone, sent on a desperate mission to retrieve the Lycan King, and I was left in the care of beings from a world most would think only existed in children's books. "Why... why do you call me Wolf Mother?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. "Cyrus said it, but... I'm just Kyla."Clovis paused, her delicate fingers stilling on my skin. She met my gaze, her eyes the color of moss after a spring rain, holding a depth of ancient wisdom. "Y

  • THE BURNT FACE LUNA   143: Fairies

    KYLA'S POVThe world felt like it was fracturing right beneath my feet. I stood between two massive centaurs, their hands like iron bands around my arms, watching Cyrus. My heart was thundering so hard I could feel it in my throat, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. Just hours ago, I was in his arms, feeling the heat of his skin and the promise of a future, and now the forest had turned into a nightmare of myth and cold steel."Cyrus, please!" I cried out, the tears finally breaking free and scalding my cheeks. "Don't leave me here! Don't go!"Cyrus took a step toward me, but the spears of the centaurs bristled, forcing him to halt. His emerald eyes swirled with a mixture of raw agony and a murderous protective instinct that looked like it was physically hurting him to suppress. He looked at me, and for a second, the fearsome Butcher of the rogue territories vanished, replaced by the man who had kissed my scars in the dark."Kyla, look at me," he commanded, his voice shaking with a dep

  • THE BURNT FACE LUNA   142: Creatures Of The Forest

    CYRUS'S POVThe freezing edge of the spear-tip was a cold wake-up call I didn't appreciate. My instincts screamed at me to shift, to let the Butcher out and paint the pine needles red with the blood of whoever dared to wake me this way. But then I felt it—the sharp, erratic spike of Kyla's heartbeat next to me. She was terrified, her breath coming in shallow hitches that made my chest tighten with a protective fury I could barely contain.I looked at the figures standing over us. In the dim, misty gray of the pre-dawn light, I realized these weren't the mindless, oily shadow creatures Clarence had been throwing at us. These men were half-human, half-beast, their powerful equine lower bodies shifting restlessly in the dirt. Centaurs. They were rare, elusive, and usually preferred to let the forest swallow any traveler who lost their way, but here they were, surrounding our camp with their long, wicked spears leveled at our throats.They must have seen the fire. Even worse, the smell of

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