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The Memory That Breathes

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Selene stood before the monolith, her body still, but her soul churning like the sea in a storm. The name Aelira glows faintly on the stone, each letter carved not just in magic, but in grief.

“I gave her away,” she said, barely above a whisper.

Rowan remained beside her, silent, not from confusion but from reverence. He knew better than to fill this silence with comfort. Some truths demanded to echo.

Agnes stepped forward, eyes trained on the glowing inscription. “Selene… are you certain this isn’t some cruel vision? The mind plays tricks when wounded.”

“No,” Selene replied. Her voice was steady now, though her fingers trembled. “I remember her. A cradle made of carved pine. She had my eyes. She used to grab my braid when I carried her on my back.”

“How could you forget?” Vera asked softly, almost accusingly.

“I didn’t forget. I sacrificed the memory,” Selene snapped, then winced at her own bitterness. She turned toward them, shame warring with rage in her expression. “The Watchers a
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  • The White Wolf Luna   The Weight of Shadows

    The crack pulsed, a faint crimson glow seeping from its edges like blood from a wound. It wasn’t wide, not yet but its presence was a violation, a reminder that the world they’d fought to save was no longer singular. The air around it carried a strange weight, as if time itself had grown heavy, reluctant to move forward.Rowan stood firm, his blade still drawn, its edge catching the dawn’s light. His eyes didn’t leave the crack, even as the shadow’s words echoed in his mind: “You aren’t the only ones who survived the collapse.”He didn’t know what that meant—not fully—but the implication was enough to tighten his grip. Whatever was coming, it wasn’t just another god or forgotten deity. It was them. Or versions of them. And that made it personal.Aelira’s voice cut through the stillness, sharp but steady. “We can’t just stand here staring at it. If it’s a door, it’s already half-open.”Agnes, still crouched near the fracture, traced its edges with trembling fingers, careful not to tou

  • The White Wolf Luna   The Voice Between Worlds

    The wind had gone still.For the first time in days, maybe longer, the Hollowborn had stopped moving. Their forms, once twitching and restless, now lay scattered across the cracked earth like forgotten relics, silent, brittle, and already beginning to fade.Rowan didn’t move.He stood in the center of what remained of the rift, his boots inches from the space where Selene had vanished. Not even a scorch mark lingered to prove she had ever been there, only the low, rhythmic hum of leyline energy slowly realigning itself beneath his feet. It didn’t bring comfort. It didn’t feel like healing. It felt like grief with a pulse.Aelira crouched nearby, her hands clutched around her middle as if trying to keep herself from collapsing inward. Her breathing came in uneven shudders, and though the magic still danced faintly at her fingertips, it flickered like a candle nearly spent.“She was here,” Aelira whispered. “I felt her until the last second. And now…”Rowan looked at her but didn’t spea

  • The White Wolf Luna   When the Veil Bleeds

    The Veil screamed.It was not a sound that lived in air or ears, but one that split the mind. Selene clutched her skull as the ground beneath her vibrated, not from tremor but from unraveling. The magic that once held the realms in careful balance between life, death, spirit, and matter was tearing at the seams. The rift yawned wider behind the goddess’s vanished form, bleeding tendrils of darkness into the atmosphere, staining the sky like oil in water.Beside Selene, Aelira swayed, her light flickering wildly. Rowan had one arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her upright as her energy fluctuated between lunar brilliance and void-born shadow. Agnes pressed her palm to the earth, trying to anchor herself in the leyline's remaining stability, but her face had gone pale, eyes rimmed in panic.“There’s no balance left,” Agnes murmured. “The ley is collapsing into itself.”“What does that mean?” Rowan asked, his voice raw.“It means the Veil isn’t separating the realms anymore,” Agnes w

  • The White Wolf Luna    The Goddess Who Remembered

    The ground beneath Selene's boots felt too still, as if the world itself were holding its breath. The rift that had once been only light and threat now framed a figure that should never have existed in flesh. The Forgotten Sister had crossed no longer whispering from the Veil, no longer wearing Aelira’s form or speaking through fractured seers. She stood now in full form, draped in robes that shimmered like woven dusk, her skin pale as snowfall, her eyes fathomless, void of pupil or iris only memory.She looked nothing like Selene expected. There was no monstrous crown of power, no crackling storms swirling around her. She was still. Elegant. Calm. And somehow, that made it worse.Selene stepped forward slowly, shielding Aelira’s unconscious body with her own. Rowan moved behind her without question, blade drawn, magic thrumming in his veins, but waiting for her lead. Agnes whispered protections under her breath, but even her ancient knowledge could not mask the fear in her eyes. Vera

  • The White Wolf Luna   The Rising That Was Forbidden

    The sky split like fabric beneath a blade. From the rift, the Forgotten Sister began to descend not as a body, but as a presence. Her form was composed of starlight and void, her outline too vast to comprehend. Her eyes held no color, only the reflection of every mistake ever made. Trees bent away from her lightless gravity, and the Hollowborn knelt with their heads bowed low, their limbs trembling not from reverence, but subjugation.Selene held Aelira tightly, their magic entangled in a luminous web of blood and memory. The girl shivered in her arms, her silver eyes glowing erratically, like a mirror trying to reflect two suns at once. The goddess’s voice had not spoken aloud, but Selene felt it inside her spine, a cold whisper coiling between her ribs.You opened the cradle. You remembered what was meant to be lost.Aelira gritted her teeth, her voice sharp with panic and pain. “She’s clawing through the leyline. Every time I breathe, she pulls more. She’s measuring me.”“She’s us

  • The White Wolf Luna   The Shatterpoint

    The air cracked like thin ice underweight. Silver light spilled from Selene’s skin, meeting the violet shimmer that curled around Aelira’s outstretched hands. Their energies collided mid-air, mother and daughter locked not by hatred, but by memory, pain, and something far more dangerous: fear of what they might become.Selene did not strike first. She had not come to destroy. But Aelira did not hesitate, and her magic came not with rage, but with grief so refined it no longer needed to scream. The Hollowborn moved behind her in synchrony, limbs stuttering with that unnerving fluidity of creatures caught between life and undeath.Rowan and Vera were already at Selene’s flanks, forming a triangle of resistance as the Hollowborn surged. Agnes dropped her staff to the ground and began chanting, her voice trembling as she tried to anchor the leyline beneath their feet. But it was Aelira who held Selene’s full attention. The daughter she’d forgotten. The girl who had become something more a

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