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The Cursed Luna's Return Chapter 258
The Invitation Written in Blood The invitation showed up at dawn. It didn’t arrive by messenger, raven, or some magical seal. Instead, it was nailed right to the gates. An iron spike had pierced through the parchment and oak, splitting the ancient wood like it was bone. Blood—still fresh—streaked the paper in thin lines that dripped onto the stone below. Nyx was the first to spot it. She froze in place. Then she cursed under her breath. By the time Rowan made it to the gate, the courtyard had gone eerily quiet. Warriors stood stiffly, hands on their weapons, eyes locked on the single sheet fluttering weakly in the morning breeze. Rowan yanked it free. Blood smeared across his fingers. Aria joined him moments later, barefoot, her hair tousled from sleep, Moonlight still faintly glowing beneath her skin. One glance at Rowan’s face told her everything she needed to know. “He’s done hiding,” she said. Rowan handed her the parchment. The handwriting was elega
The Cursed Luna's Return Chapter 257
The Trial That Sees Everything The Moon Pool had never felt so eerily still. Not calm—just still. As if the entire world had hit pause to witness what was about to unfold. Aria stood barefoot at the edge of the shimmering water, the cold stone biting into her skin. The Moon loomed directly above, unnaturally large, its reflection perfectly mirrored in the pool below. There was no breeze. No insects chirped. Even the forest beyond the clearing seemed to hold its breath. Rowan stood a few steps behind her, arms crossed tightly over his chest, every muscle in his body coiled like a drawn bow. “You don’t have to do this tonight,” he said softly. Aria didn’t turn around. Her gaze remained locked on the water. “Yes,” she replied. “I do.” Selene’s words echoed in her mind. If you wish to lead without breaking, you must face what would break you. The Mirror Trial wasn’t meant for warriors. It wasn’t about brute strength. It was about truth. Nyx shifted uneasily
The Cursed Luna's Return Chapter 256
Whispers That Wear a Crown The dreams began that very night. Aria didn’t so much fall asleep as she slipped into it—like sinking beneath water that seemed calm on the surface. The Moon hung full outside her window, casting a silver light that pooled across the stone floor, too bright to ignore. It was too quiet. She found herself in a place she recognized instantly. The old training grounds. But something was off. The trees loomed taller, their branches twisting unnaturally inward. The sky above wasn’t black—it was a swirling gray, like a storm caught in a standstill. “Rowan?” she called out. Her voice echoed, thin and far away. No response. She turned—and froze. Her mother stood just a few steps away. Alive. Whole. Unharmed. Exactly as Aria remembered her from childhood memories that were never meant to exist. “Aria,” her mother said softly, smiling. “You look tired.” Aria’s heart pounded violently against her ribs. “This isn’t real.” Her mot
The Cursed Luna's Return Chapter 255
When the World Pushes BackThe first attack came just before dawn broke.Aria sensed it before the warning horns blared.It wasn’t just a sound or a smell—it was a pressure, sharp and sudden, like the very air around Silvercrest was tightening. Her chest tightened as she stepped out onto the balcony, silver light flickering softly along her veins.Rowan was right there with her in a heartbeat. “Borders,” he said. “West ridge.”The warning horns blared a moment later.Not panic—discipline. The pack moved as one, warriors already shifting, sentries taking their places along the stone walls. This wasn’t chaos.This was retaliation.Aria closed her eyes for a moment, grounding herself. So this is how it starts.By the time they reached the western ridge, the attackers were already in sight—wolves emerging from the treeline in organized lines. Not rogues. Not scattered.Pack warriors.Banners rose behind them—symbols of three allied territories that Aria recognized instantly.Rowan
The Cursed Luna's Return Chapter 254
The Cost of Command The silence that followed the Moon’s judgment was anything but peaceful. It was filled with terror. Aria stood in the heart of the shattered Council chamber, the silver glow slowly fading from her skin, her heartbeat still resonating with the weight of her actions. The ancient sigils, now dimmed, were etched into the stone—a stark reminder that the old order hadn’t just been challenged; it had been obliterated. The High Speaker remained on his knees, his breath shallow, hands trembling against the cold floor. The other Council members around him avoided Aria’s gaze, their centuries of arrogance stripped away by fear. “You’ve crossed a line that can’t be uncrossed,” the Speaker rasped. Aria looked down at him. “There was never a line,” she replied softly. “Only the lies you called law.” She turned away before he could say anything back. Behind her, the chamber doors creaked open. Rowan stepped inside. The moment his eyes landed on her, reli
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The First Bloodline The summons came at dawn. Not through a messenger. Not via a letter. But from the Moon itself. Aria sensed it even before her eyes fluttered open—a sharp tug deep within her, a hum in her veins that carried both urgency and a sense of foreboding. The silver glow beneath her skin flared for a moment, hot enough to take her breath away. She shot upright. Rowan was already awake. “You felt it,” he said in a low voice. She nodded. “It wasn’t just a call.” He swung his legs off the bed, now fully alert. “Then what was it?” Aria pressed a hand to her chest, feeling the echo still resonating through her bones. “A gathering,” she replied. “Of blood.” Rowan froze. “Bloodlines?” “Yes.” The word felt heavy on her tongue. Selene had mentioned it only once—ancient families connected not by land, but by power bestowed directly from the Moon. Most had been wiped out. Some had been silenced. Others had been twisted into weapons by the High Council.
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