FAZER LOGINOkayyy, Chapter 8 is finally here! 🥹 This chapter is a little different because we finally get a glimpse into Liam's past and start understanding why everything around him feels so familiar. But trust me, this is only the beginning. There are still so many things Liam doesn't know, and some of the answers might create even more questions. What do you think really happened to the Moon Kingdom? And do you trust Rowan? 👀 Let me know your thoughts in the comments, and thank you so much for reading and supporting my story. ❤️
The applause was..Slow.Calculated.Almost mocking.All that my head could tell me was run,but my legs refused to move an inch.The silver-haired man stepped out from behind the ancient Celtic stone as though he had been standing there the whole time. His dark mysterious cloak brushing against the grass, and despite looking no older than his thirties, there was something ancient in his eyes.Something mysterious Something tired.Karl stepped in front of me immediately.“Don't come any closer.”The stranger stopped.A faint smile crossed his face.“If I meant either of you harm,” he said “you wouldn't have made it this far.”The air between them grew thicker.“Do you know him.” Karl asked.“I've spent four solid centuried searching continuously for him.”My stomach clenched.“Searching for who?”His grey silver eyes remained fixed on me.“You.”I was confused.“I think you're making a mistake,I'm not the one you're looking for sir.”Without any response,no words, he simply stared deep
The first wolf pounced on him.“Karl…karl!” I shouted.He pushed me backwards just as the creature’s claws sliced through the air where my whole body had been a heartbeat earlier. The impact sent Karl tumbling across the silver grass,but he was already back on his feets before I could blink.“Run,very fast.” he yelled.“No,I’m not leaving you!”“Liam, leave now!”We heard another growl echoed through the forest.Then another growl.Then anotherAnother.A lot of golden eyes appeared between the trees,one pair after another,until I lost count.They surrounded us in absolute silence,moving through the silver mist like shadows with beating hearts.My pulse slammed against my ribs.There had to be at least twenty of them everywhere.The Black-Antlered Guardian stepped forward, placing itself between us and the approaching pack. The silver dust drifting from its antlers thickened, sparkling beneath the moonlight like falling stars.Every wolf froze.For a brief moment, no one could move.Th
The creature didn't move at all.It kept staring at us in a scary way.The silver dust kept drifting from its antlers dripping to the groundIt was beautiful and terrifying at the same time.Karl moved slowly to me shielding me with his body.“Don't stare,don't look into its eyes.”I felt a burning sensation down my throat.“Help…me,I can't”The creature kept staring at me. It felt like it was reading me.Every thought in my head. It was studying my moves.Waiting.Then I heard the voice again.Inside my mind.You carry what has been stolen.A sharp pain exploded behind my eyes.I staggered backward, clutching my head.“No...that's not true?"Karl grabbed me before I could fall."Liam!"The forest vanishedI heard his voice echoeing.For a split second. I wasn't standing in the Moon Realm anymore.I was somewhere else.A grand hall stood before me in old white carvings and with white pebbles that shimmered beneath the sky.Towering sculpted wolf creatures and strange human like statue
Those words from the Order of Silver Knights the words couldn't leave his head long after Karl stopped speaking.Silence became dominant in the room, none of us spoke to each other.The treehouse suddenly felt too small for both of us. The warmth from the lantern couldn't stop the fear from creeping over my skin like a cold hand. Every old map spread across the table,every newspaper hanging on the walls,every strange artifact scattered across the room seemed to be staring at me.I decided to speak."So... everything you've told me is real?"Karl adjusted his chair and folded his arms. There wasn't even the slightest hint of a smile on his face that showed doubt."I wish its not true.""You expect me to believe there's another entirely different world thats next to ours? Also your family have been guardians, protecting the realm for generations and people are hunting you because of who you are?""Liam I understand if you can't believe it,never expected you to believe though," he replied
The wooden chair behind me fell as he said those words.Silence in the air “my help” those words echoed in my head.“How do you expect me to help,I never knew about this!!” I said my voice very low. “I’m just a history major who spends so much time in the archives making research.I can’t fight whatever you are against Karl He walked towards his desk and picked up a brown journal that had the same wolf knot symbol . It looked like generations after generations had laid their hands on the journal.You can make your research. It’s way more important than you know. The order of the Silver Knights has been operating in the shadows for centuries-but they leave some traces.Old write ups,coded letters,record of disappearance that were written of as disappearance and accidents. He turned back to the maps, tracing one of the glowing lines on the map. “The first step we will go for is to strengthen the wards around the convergence points before the regionals. If we can reinforce the barrier
The door shut behind Karl,leaving me standing alone in the room with myself and my thoughts ,the silence became heavier than the cold night breeze. My eyes remained on the same position he stood,every word replaying in my head,every gesture he made-but out of all the main thing that marvelled me was,was the dark symbol on his left arm.I crossed the room in three quick steps,I turned towards my desk to turn on the desk lamp before grabbing the torn notebook I kept tucked beside my bed. My hands trembled as I pulled out a pen, trying to sketch what I had just seen. It was like nothing I had ever encountered in all my history books or fantasy novels. Three spirals converged at a sharp central point, each ending in what looked like claws or thorns. Tiny runes curved around the edges, so small I’d barely noticed them in the dim hallway light. I spent weeks after weeks making research’s for ancient symbols decades ago for a creative writing project once, poring over Celtic, Norse, and
kept on running till I ran out of breath.The most strange thing I’ve ever seen.The image sticker to the back of my mind.Karl’s face twisted in a monstrous mask,his eyes glowing with feral gold.Every shadow seemed to writhe,Every sound echoed with rasp of his distorted voice.Was this real or I was t
The chlorine stung my nose a familiar smell that I don’t even register anymore.The university pool was full of chaotic swimmers having their afternoon practices.Shouts echoed, rhythmic splashes of water from the swimmers diving in and friends helping each other everyone wanted to break a record.All







