LOGINShare
The escape
Last Updated:
2025-04-26 05:46:42
Latest chapter
The Rejected Curvy Luna Queen The strange song
**Kelly Thompson's POV**The new song isn't a song-it's a *snare*.The note lingers, a silver thread in the air that hums with Eden's timbre, Eden's pain. I follow it, the static in my veins pulsing like a compass needle. The Hunter trails behind, his breath uneven, his crow-feather coat singed and bloody."This is a trap," he growls. "The Silence doesn't *sing*.""Neither do ghosts," I say, but I quicken my pace anyway.The white sand gives way to jagged obsidian, the sky darkening to a bruised purple. The thread leads us to a cliff's edge, where the earth shears off into a abyss filled with swirling, liquid shadow. At the precipice stands a figure, backlit by the glow of a fractured moon.Her hair is a cascade of living ink, her skin etched with constellations. She turns, and my breath hitches-she has Eden's eyes."Hello, Stormbearer," she says. Her voice is a chorus, layers of whispers and howls. "I've been waiting."The Hunter stiffens. "*Weaver.*"---**The Weaver's Loom**She sm
The Rejected Curvy Luna Queen The swarm
**Kelly Thompson's POV**The wasteland isn't dead-it's *digesting*.Gray dust shifts like the innards of some colossal beast, the air thick with the metallic tang of half-formed realities. Eden stands ahead, his silhouette haloed by a sickly amber sky. His scars, once jagged cracks of gold, now pulse with a tarnished, greasy light. The Silence doesn't trail behind him; it *radiates* from him, a stillness that leaches the warmth from my bones.The Hunter grips my arm, his mask shattered to reveal a face I don't recognize-sharp, weathered, a scar splitting his lip like a second mouth. "Don't," he warns. "That's not him anymore."But Eden smiles, and for a heartbeat, it's *his* smile-crooked, reckless, the one he wore when we buried Kael's shadow under the old oak. "Miss me, Mom?"The static in me surges, a fractured storm howling to life. "Eden, *fight it*-"He tilts his head. The air fractures, revealing glimpses of the thing beneath his skin: a lattice of black veins, a thousand eyes
The Rejected Curvy Luna Queen The archivist
**Kelly Thompson's POV**The forest isn't a forest anymore.It's a *museum*.Trees stand petrified, their bark replaced by veins of obsidian and quartz, leaves fossilized into shards of jagged glass. The air smells of burnt sugar and rust, the ground crunching underfoot like shattered bone. The Silence didn't just retreat-it *curated* this place. A trophy room for the apocalypse.Eden's absence is a phantom limb. The static in me is quieter now, a distant hum where there was once a roar. I don't know if it's fading or if I'm just learning to ignore it.A sound slices through the stillness-a child's laugh, high and bright. It's coming from a clearing ahead, where the trees part to reveal a cottage. Not the cabin we burned, but something older, its timber warped into unnatural angles, its windows glowing with a sickly green light.The door creaks open."You're late," says a voice.A girl sits at a table inside, her back to me. She's pouring tea into cracked porcelain cups, steam rising
The Rejected Curvy Luna Queen The sacrifice
**Kelly Thompson's POV**The shore isn't a shore-it's a *threshold*.Black sand shifts like living static beneath our boots, each grain humming with the residue of dead timelines. The army of echoes crawls from the depths, their bodies skeletal amalgamations of every version of us that ever fell: wolves with Eden's face, storms with my hands, fragments of Kael and Lila stitched together in mockery. They don't attack. They *watch*, hollow eyes tracking our every breath.Eden's hand trembles in mine. He's colder now, his pulse sluggish where the Song once roared. "They're waiting for something," he murmurs.The sky answers.It splits like rotten fabric, spilling a viscous light that doesn't illuminate-it *dissects*. The air curdles, thickening into a syrup that coats my tongue with the taste of iron and forgotten words. From the fissure drifts a child, her bare feet dangling above the sand. She's no older than ten, her skin translucent, veins glowing with black liquid. Her eyes are pool
The Rejected Curvy Luna Queen The chasm
**Kelly Thompson's POV**The storm isn't a storm-it's a *mouth*.A vast, yawning chasm splits the horizon, its edges lined with jagged teeth of obsidian and starlight. The air hums with a subsonic growl, the ground trembling as if the earth itself is being digested. Eden staggers, his scars now blackened fissures leaking a viscous, iridescent fluid that hisses where it strikes the soil. The melody in him is no longer a hum-it's a *drone*, a dirge that makes my teeth ache."It's not the Maestro," he says, voice fraying. "It's... hungrier."The chasm exhales.A stench rolls over us-decayed meat and burnt sugar. Shapes writhe in the darkness below, too large and too many-limbed to name. Eden grips my arm, his fingers slick with that strange fluid. "We can't fight this.""We don't have to," I lie.A bridge forms from the chasm's teeth, slick with saliva that glows faintly green. At its center stands a figure, humanoid but wrong, its limbs too long, its head a faceless orb etched with rune
The Rejected Curvy Luna Queen Breaking the symphony
**Kelly Thompson's POV**The storm isn't a storm-it's a *reckoning*.The sky fractures, shards of light and shadow raining down like glass. The ground beneath us is no longer solid; it shifts and writhes, a living thing made of whispers and static. Eden stumbles, his scars flickering faintly, the melody in his veins a ghost of what it once was. He grips my arm, his breath shallow, his eyes wide with a fear I haven't seen in him since he was a child."It's not the Maestro," he says, his voice trembling. "It's... something else."I nod, my own pulse quickening. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and something metallic, like blood but sharper. The horizon is a jagged line of broken light, and from it emerges a figure-not cloaked in shadows or crowned in lightning, but *woven* from the fabric of the storm itself.Its form is fluid, shifting between human and wolf, storm and void. Its eyes are twin voids, its voice a vibration that resonates in my bones.*"You have broken the symphon
You may also like
Alpha Logan
Bryant705.0K viewsHiding His Baby: The Alpha's Rejected Mate
Lami274424.6K viewsDangerous Desires
Karima Sa'ad Usman586.8K viewsTHE BETA AND I
Cassandra M490.0K viewsREJECTED ONCE, CLAIMED TWICE
Mia X350 viewsThe Lycan King's Outcast Omega
Cara Anderson68.1K viewsRejected mythical Luna
Reedah 5.2K viewsThe Luna’s Return
Duny 49 views
