Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Luna's Revenge: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

The battlefield was a scene of unspeakable horror. The ground was slick with blood, bodies strewn everywhere like discarded dolls, the air thick with the stench of death. The clash of metal on metal, the screams of dying men, and the endless rhythm of war had not ceased for five long hours. Neither clan had yielded, and the chaos only deepened as the fight raged on. Natalie’s mind spun in confusion as she stood in the midst of the turmoil. She could scarcely comprehend what was happening—men from Norwan's clan fighting alongside hers, yet others, from different factions, turned their weapons on their own. Which clan is this? She wondered, eyes scanning the battlefield frantically, trying to piece together the puzzle that was slowly consuming everything.Her heart hammered in her chest. She needed to find him—Where is Norwan? Her thoughts were a whirlwind of fear, and every second that passed felt like an eternity. She tried to push through the chaos, slashing at the enemies who stood

“Why don’t you kill me now, Natalie? Now that you possess all the power, all the strength to do whatever you please,” Cora asked, her voice steady, eyes locked with Natalie’s. There was no fear in her gaze, no hesitation. It was a challenge. A dare.Natalie stood there, her heart pounding, her breath shallow. Cora’s words hit harder than any weapon, but it was the unwavering defiance in her eyes that made Natalie falter. Cora was no longer the girl she had once known. She was something else now—something far darker, far more dangerous. And yet, she wasn’t afraid. Not of dying. Not of anything.The silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating. Natalie could feel the weight of it. All the anger. All the pain. Everything that had led to this moment.“You ruined my life, Cora,” Natalie said through clenched teeth, her voice low and controlled.Cora's lips curled into a smirk, eyes never leaving Natalie’s. "I know," she answered, voice dripping with bitterness, but there was no re

Norwan slammed his car door shut with a bit more force than necessary, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn’t even take a moment to breathe, his feet carrying him quickly to the gate of Natalie’s house. He stood there, his fingers trembling as he pressed the doorbell, the chime echoing in the quiet of the early evening. He waited, his gaze drifting over the stillness of the surroundings. A minute passed. Then another.He pressed the button again, more urgently this time. His eyes darted nervously, scanning the surroundings as if expecting someone to jump out from behind a tree.A voice broke the silence behind him.“You wanna break my doorbell?”Norwan froze, then turned slowly, a sheepish smile forming on his face as he saw Don Grego standing there, arms crossed, watching him with a knowing look in his eyes.“I’m sorry,” Norwan muttered, his smile faltering as he tried to collect himself, swallowing hard. “I just wanted to ask if Natalie is here?”Don Grego let out a sigh, one of

Natalie stepped off the plane, the cool foreign air brushing against her face like a whispered promise of escape. The scent of sea salt and unfamiliar spices filled her lungs, a stark contrast to the sterile tension of the airport she'd left behind. Her heart thudded uneasily in her chest—slower than it had been when she left, but still uncertain. Every footstep echoed with conflict.The city was vibrant, alive in a way she hadn’t felt in months. It should’ve brought her comfort. It didn’t.She moved through the narrow cobblestone streets of this seaside town, the early evening sky painted in hues of gold and rose. Tourists strolled with gelato and shopping bags, the sound of street musicians carrying over the breeze. But her mind wasn’t on any of it.Natalie’s phone buzzed in her bag—for the hundredth time since she landed. She didn’t check it.Instead, she made her way to a quiet café near the edge of the pier, where she had agreed to meet Chad. He was already waiting for her at a c

The wedding was only a week away, and Lisanne’s seaside charm seemed to buzz with anticipation. Colorful streamers adorned the winding streets, laughter spilled from the cafes, and the scent of fresh flowers drifted through the air like a promise of something new. Natalie, though still battling waves of uncertainty, was slowly letting herself be carried by the tide of change. There were moments—quiet ones—where she almost felt like herself again.She was helping Lynn organize some last-minute decorations in the garden behind the café where they first met as teenagers when the subject came up.“By the way,” Lynn said casually, fluffing a white hydrangea centerpiece, “Drixie’s coming.”Natalie’s hands stilled over a stack of place cards. “Drixie?” she repeated, heart skipping. “As in… Norwan’s sister?”Lynn nodded, a wary glance flickering in Natalie’s direction. “Yeah. I hope that’s okay. I know it’s… complicated. But we’ve kept in touch, and she reached out after she heard about the w