Semua Bab His Hybrid Luna: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Phanos The moment the word left Valkyrie’s lips, the air shifted. The shadows, once writhing and hungry, stilled. The suffocating weight of the Queen’s presence no longer pressed against my ribs like an iron cage. The cavern groaned, but the collapse halted, as if the world itself had been caught between destruction and something else. Silence settled, thick and charged. Then, the Queen of Darkness tilted her head ever so slightly, studying Valkyrie with an amused sort of curiosity. “How fascinating,” she murmured. “You strike a bargain, yet you do not ask for terms that serve you. Only them.” Her eyes flickered to me and the warriors still frozen in place. “Such a foolish, Little Heiress.” Valkyrie didn’t so much as flinch. “Then I suppose that makes us both fools. You need my power, don’t you?” The Queen’s smile was slow, curling like ink spilling through water. “So bold. You will learn, Child, that debts to me are not so easily forgotten.” With a flick of her wrist

ValkyrieI woke up the next morning with an ache—not in my body, but in my heart.For a moment, I lay there, staring at the ceiling, letting the weight of my decision settle over me like a thick fog.The room felt colder, emptier, as if something vital had been stripped away overnight.Outside, the pack was stirring. The sounds of warriors readying themselves for departure filtered through the stone walls—footsteps, murmured orders, the occasional clatter of weapons.But none of it mattered.Not yet.Because the only thing I could think about was the conversation from the night before—The way Phanos had looked at me and the unspoken words that lingered between us.I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing the memory away.It didn’t matter now.I had made my choice."You made the wrong choice."Genna’s voice slithered into my mind before I even had the chance to sit up.I let out a slow breath, pressing my palms against my temples. “Not now, Genna.”“Yes, now,” she snapped. “Because I refuse

ValkyrieEverything resumed.The wind sighed through the trees. Torches flickered. The warriors murmured among themselves, undisturbed.Nothing had changed.I stared at the ground where the drop had vanished into the dirt, my breath caught in my throat. No shift. No surge of power. No time stopping.Just… nothing.A slow, creeping sensation crawled up my spine. I turned the vial over in my hand, gripping it tighter.No. That couldn’t be right.“She said…” My voice came out hoarse. “She said it would work.”Grandfather sighed, his gaze heavy with something I couldn’t quite name—pity, perhaps. Or regret.“Luna,” he said softly, “you’ve been deceived.”The words struck like a slap. Cold. Sharp.I shook my head. “No,” I bit out. “She wouldn’t lie to me. Not about something like this.”Grandfather’s gaze didn’t waver, but there was undeniable sadness behind it.“Wouldn’t she?” he asked again.And this time, I didn’t know how to answer.I wanted to argue, to deny it, but doubt dug its claws

Valkyrie“What is it, Luna?”Dwayne’s voice jolted me back, grounding me in the present even as my mind reeled. His sharp gaze pinned me, searching for an answer I wasn’t ready to give.I swallowed hard. “I thought… I heard something.”His expression darkened. “What did you hear?”My heart slammed against my ribs, the name pressing against my tongue like a forbidden curse. I didn’t want to say it. I shouldn’t say it.But the whisper coiled around me, relentless, inevitable.Elyra.A shiver crawled down my spine. My breath hitched.“The Nymph Queen,” I murmured, barely above a whisper.Dwayne flinched. Even he wasn’t immune to the weight of that name.“Then we’re close to their kingdom.” His voice was careful, measured, but his unease bled through. His eyes swept the darkened forest, scanning for what he already knew lurked beyond the veil.I swallowed against the tightness in my throat. I didn’t need to answer.Because I knew.She was here.Somewhere. Watching. Waiting.A sudden tremo

Valkyrie"This little heroine needs to be put in her place," Elyra sneered, her abyssal eyes glinting with vicious amusement.A sharp crack split the air.Pain exploded across my cheek—white-hot, searing. The force of her slap snapped my head sideways, blood flooding into my mouth, thick and metallic.I staggered but didn’t fall.Elyra’s smirk remained, dark and taunting, as if she expected me to crumble beneath her hand.She barely looked winded from the devastation she had already wrought. I had hoped the explosion would drive her back—maybe even destroy her.I had been wrong.She lifted a clawed hand, dark magic writhing at her fingertips like living tendrils.A bolt of unholy energy shot toward me.I barely had time to brace before the impact hit, scorching through my defenses, sending a jolt of raw agony through my bones.“The crystal may have chosen you,” she murmured, tilting her head, “but you’re nothing more than a fragile little girl playing warrior.”Blood pooled in my mout