All Chapters of 3 BOOKS. The Lunas of vengeance: Chapter 621 - Chapter 630

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A calamity

Ivonne's POV The liquid burned on the way down—hot, sharp, and smoky, like it carried fire in it instead of alcohol. I coughed softly and cleared my throat.Tessa immediately clapped her hands, laughing. “There you go! Look at you. You’re becoming more Lycan by the day.”I shot her a look. “Let’s not get carried away.”She grinned and raised her own cup. “Cheers to that.” She drank deeply, far less cautious than I was, and then nudged her cup toward me. “Come on, one more.”I shook my head quickly. “Nope. Absolutely not.”Her smile softened. “Still worried about what happened last time?”“Yes,” I said without hesitation. “Very.”Tessa nodded, understanding immediately. “That makes sense. You don’t handle Lycan mead the way we do. You went pale last time.”“And then everything went to hell,” I muttered.She sighed and leaned back. “Fair.”For a moment, we just sat there in silence, the air heavy with everything unsaid. Then Tessa glanced at me carefully.“So… has Hector made any progr

A killer

Ivonne's POV I barely had time to suck in a breath before Elara’s scream turned feral. It wasn’t just fear on her face. It was rage, grief, and something raw and animal that ripped straight through my skull. “She killed them!” Elara screamed as she spun and bolted out of the room. “She killed them—help! Murder!” “No—Elara, wait!” I scrambled to my feet, slipping in blood, my heart trying to punch its way out of my chest. “Please... wait—listen to me!” But She didn’t slow down. I chased after her into the hallway, my bare feet slapping against the marble floor, my voice cracking as I ran. “I don’t know what happened! I woke up like that—I swear—” “Stay the fuck away from me!” Elara sobbed, shoving open the main hall doors. “Everyone! Someone help! Tessa—Solenne—” Her scream echoed through the manor like an alarm. Doors flew open. Servants rushed out, half-dressed, confused, some sleepy—until their eyes landed on me. On my hands. On the blood. Gasps rippled through the hal

Viera's case

Ivonne's POV The water was still running when I realized my hands still wouldn’t stop shaking. No matter how much I scrubbed, no matter how hot the water got, I could still feel it—sticky, heavy, wrong. Blood that wasn’t supposed to be on me. Blood I couldn’t explain. “Ivonne,” Hector said softly behind me. I flinched. He reached forward and gently turned off the tap, then took my wrists before I could pull away. His hands were warm, steady, grounding. He examined my palms, my fingers, the faint red marks that refused to fade no matter how hard I’d scrubbed. He lifted my chin. “Tell me again what happened.” My chest tightened. “I already told you,” I said, my voice coming out thin and brittle. “I don’t remember. I don’t remember anything.” His jaw tightened slightly. He sighed—not in anger, but in exhaustion. Like today had carved something deep into him too. The sound hurt more than if he’d shouted. “So you don’t believe me,” I said quietly. Hector’s head snapped up. “Th

The courts motives

Ivonne's povThe moment Hector led me out of our room, the air felt different.Heavier. Colder and full of hate from the Lycan strangers in my home.I could hear them before I saw them—low voices, boots scraping stone, the unmistakable presence of too many Lycans gathered in one place. When we reached the balcony overlooking the lower hall, my breath caught.There were far more of them than the last time. About 12 Lycan Warriors were spread across the stairs, the corridors, the open space below. Armor gleamed under the torchlight, silver accents catching my eye like warning signs.Someone would have thought they had come to catch a group of brutal Lycans, not a young unarmed mixed blood shewolf.Their hard gazes lifted almost in unison when they sensed us and I instinctively stepped closer to Hector.“They brought a lot of reinforcements,” I murmured.Hector’s jaw tightened. “They brought a fucking army.”Before he could say more, hurried footsteps echoed behind us and we turned to s

Noble woman Athena

IVONNE'S POVThe moment the guards seized my arms, I felt every muscle in my body coil. This wasn’t my first time being dragged to the Lycan realm, but something in their grip today was… different and so much worse. It was Colder. More confident, like they already knew what was waiting for me and it was not goodThey marched me to the back of the manor, where the trees arched low and the air shimmered with the familiar residue of magic. I swallowed hard. The last time I was dragged back here, I was terrified. Today, I wasn’t sure what I felt. Fear, yes — but also anger simmering beneath my ribs.“Ready?” one of them asked, not bothering to pretend the question was real.“As ready as someone being marched to hell can be,” I muttered.They didn’t respond. The magic circle flared to life beneath our feet, glyphs rising like molten silver. A pulse of energy burst outward, and the world shattered into mist.When the mist cleared, I expected darkness like the last time, I expected Silence a

A choice

Ivonne’s POVI was seeing red now.Not metaphorical red — like actual crimson pulsing at the edge of my vision, like the world was bleeding. It felt like my anger was leaking out of my eyes, painting everything in rage.Athena stood in front of me in the dungeon cell, her gloved hands folded neatly, posture perfect, like she was waiting to be served tea rather than actively ruining my life. The torchlight flickered behind her, casting her shadow like a crown of thorns on the wall.I forced my voice out through gritted teeth.“Can you Repeat what you just said?”Athena cocked her head, eyes narrowing with amusement. “Of course.” She clasped her hands as if granting me a favor. “When you are brought to court, you will blame Hector for the deaths. All of them. You may say he committed them himself, or that he coerced you. Either narrative is acceptable.”She said it like she was advising me on which shoes matched my dress.My hands curled into fists so tight my nails dug into my skin. “S

Athena's offer

Ivonne's POV “Wait!” I called, voice cracking. Athena paused at the door, silhouette outlined by torchlight. My voice is barely a whisper when I ask, “If I…consider your offer…what exactly are you willing to give? As Elara’s mother, what power or resources do you even have over all this? Are you willing to offer me more?" Athena’s eyebrows rise, pleasantly surprised. “Oh? Are we being reasonable now?” She clasps her hands. “Elara insisted you would choose your greed in the end. It seems she was right.” My Greed? That’s what Elara really thinks of me? That i would betray Hector for my Greed? Wow, what a friend. Anger ripples beneath my skin like electricity, but I force a smile to look Sweet. Harmless. Curious. “I just need to know what more you’re offering before I decide,” I say. “Isn’t that fair?” She studies me for a moment, likely mistaking my calm for surrender. Good. Let her underestimate me. “What I offer,” she says, stepping forward, “is my influence. I can

The veil of teeth

Authors note: I will begin posting multiple chapters a day tomorrow. Thank you for reading and patience Ivonne’s POVAfter Athena left the dungeon, I waited For what felt like forever in this dark cold place.I was waiting for Hector to come just like he promised he would. The tiny lantern the guards left with me flickered weakly beside the barred window, its glow barely reaching the cracked stone walls. My cell smelled like damp concrete and resignation. And yet, somehow, the only thing I could feel was… dread, anticipation. Hope. Fear. All tangled up and clawing at my insides. He said he’d come so we could come up with a plan tonight but it was getting later and later with no sign of him. I paced the cell like a restless phantom. “He’s coming,” I whispered to myself. “He has to.” My voice cracked. “Hector needs to know what we're up against…” But midnight became one. One became two. And then three. Every hour that passed scraped another layer of hope off my bones. By the time

Trial against Ivonne

Ivonne’s POVThe guards came for me as soon as the sun lit up the sky.Rough hands yanked me outside before I even fully stood up. The chains around my wrists clinked like cruel little bells when they attached the cuffs, and one of the guards muttered something about "not trying anything." As if I had anywhere to run.I didn't resist.I just breathed. In. Out. Slow. Like Hector had once taught me too.They marched me down the corridors of the dungeon, each step echoing off the stone. My heart was beating so hard it felt like it might burst straight through my ribs. When the heavy double doors opened and the morning air hit my face, I blinked against the sunlight— And froze.Because A huge crowd waited outside the courthouse. I hadn't even realized the dungeon was that close to the court, but there it was, behind a gathering of angry Lycans.And this was Not a small gathering too.This was practically a mob of Ferocious Lycans With Faces twisted in disgust. Contempt and Hungry for bl

The execution

Ivonne’s POV I drew in a breath and realized that the courtroom began to feel like it was shrinking.or No—maybe it wasn’t the room. Maybe it was the way everyone was leaning forward, staring at me as if their eyes could peel answers out of my spine. Every breath around me was held, suspended, waiting. Even the guards seemed frozen, like statues molded in silver armor and suspicion. Elder Marcellus shifted impatiently at the front, his expression an ugly mix of anticipation and triumph. “Well?” he prompted again, voice booming like a judge in some twisted nightmare. “Speak, girl.” The word “girl” scraped across my nerves like claws. I swallowed, the metal cuffs pinching my wrists painfully as I shifted. My heart was pounding so loudly that I half expected someone to call it out as evidence. Everyone—everyone—was waiting for me to say the killer's name. So I sucked in a shaky breath and repeated. “Yes, I know who did it,” I said again, "And I'm happy to tell you everything I kn

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