All Chapters of 3 BOOKS. The Lunas of vengeance: Chapter 871 - Chapter 880

Ivonne's POV:We arrived before dawn, when the streets were still quiet and the city looked exactly the way I remembered it, the same buildings, the same narrow roads, the same smell of the market district two blocks east that hit differently in the cold morning air.I had grown up here. I had walked these streets hundreds of times without knowing that one day, somewhere in this city, hidden in a building that looked like nothing, girls would be held against their will and drained of their blood to power a monster's army."Left at the next junction," I said, from the front of the vehicle, while confirming with the map. "Then straight for about four hundred meters. The facility should be on the right side, set back slightly from the main road. It won't look like what it is.""How do you know this area so well?" Viera asked, from somewhere behind me."I grew up three streets from here," I said. "I used to cut through this part of the city on the way to school."Nobody said anything to

Ivonne's povAfter arresting Alison, we finally went to free the kidnapped girls.The ritual room was on the lowest level, exactly where Marcellus had said it would be.And thankfully, the girls were alive — all of them, which was the only thing that mattered in the first moment of finding them.To our horror, They were connected to machines that looked wrong, that were clearly designed to do exactly what Marcellus had described, draining them steadily and systematically.They were frightened and exhausted but they were conscious, and when I came through the door and told them it was over, I watched the understanding move through them one by one.We disconnected the last girl from the machines and the room changed immediately.... there was a sudden and chilling shift in the air, a sound like something releasing, and then the stillness I had been hoping for.All of a sudden, all the Night Devourers that had been roaring in the distance as the searched for us suddenly went quiet through

Ivonne's povI looked at her face. At the specific way she was holding herself, the particular quality of the composure, the thing underneath the management that she had been carrying for as long as I had known her and that I had always read as hatred but was maybe something more complicated than hatred."That's it," I said quietly. "Isn't it."Alison looked at the wall."You are his daughter," I said. "And everything, all of it, from the beginning, was because he placed you there. He put you in Lincoln's life deliberately. Near me deliberately. You were not simply recruited. You were positioned." I stopped. "And he sent the Night Devourers not because you are his most important operative. Because you are his child and you had tried to accomplish something without his permission and nearly gotten yourself implicated in the process."The room was very quiet.Alison's hands, still chained, tightened in her lap. The movement was small and involuntary and it was the most honest thing she

Ivonne's pov"Alison is your only child an heir, your only hope of legacy and ever being remembered. If I were to kill her now, you would have nothing to live for.."The figure went completely still.Not the composed stillness from before. A different kind — the stillness of something that has been hit somewhere that matters and is managing the impact.The Oracle said, quietly and immediately, "Yes. The energy signature shifts when the mention of Alison dying is used. Biological connection leaves traces that concealment cannot fully hide. She is his weakness, maybe his only one.""I am impressed," the voice said, after a moment. The amusement had not entirely returned. "You have done better than most of the Ancestors before you.""Is that a confirmation?" I said."Yes," the voice said. "Alison is my only child and heir. She was not simply recruited into my organisation. She was placed near your bloodline from childhood — near Lincoln specifically, positioned to monitor and eventually

Ivonne’s POVThe courtyard exploded into complete chaos in a single, violent breath.There was no gradual escalation. One second, we were suffocating under the heavy, motionless weight of Larry’s dark magic; the next, every single inch of our defensive perimeter was under simultaneous assault.The mercenaries hit Hector’s warriors with the ruthless, synchronized precision of soldiers who had been rehearsing this exact ambush for months.Larry had clearly planned for this.Blade collided with blade, the harsh ring of metal echoing off the stone walls alongside grunts of pain and shouting commanders. In the opening clash, I lost sight of Hector for three seconds, and those three seconds stretched into an eternity of absolute panic.Then I spotted him.He was already deep in the fray, moving with that terrifying, controlled efficiency I had grown to rely on whenever life turned lethal.He was carving a path directly toward Larry. From the opposite side of the courtyard, Thorin was advanc