All Chapters of His Hybrid Luna: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Valkyrie We were ready to strike. Because, ready or not, we had to. Nancy tightened her grip on her dagger, her breath steady despite the chaos unraveling around us. The warrior beside us cursed under his breath, shifting his stance as more glowing red eyes emerged from the darkness. A guttural snarl ripped through the air, and then—movement. The first attacker lunged. I barely had time to react before sharp claws slashed through the space where I had been standing just seconds ago. I twisted my body, dodging the blow, and in the same breath, I struck back. My blade sliced through fur and flesh, a sharp yelp following as the creature staggered back. Nancy was already moving, her dagger flashing under the torchlight. She drove it deep into another attacker’s side, using the momentum to kick off a tree and land behind them, positioning herself for another strike. The warrior fought beside us, his sword cutting through the air with precision. But there were too many. For

Valkyrie I sucked in a sharp breath, forcing my expression to remain unreadable, but inside, my mind was spinning. Aetherin wasn’t bluffing. The King’s decree had sealed my fate, and worse—Ragnor’s. They were playing a game I hadn’t even realized I was a piece of. And if I wasn’t careful, I’d become their perfect trap. Aetherin studied me with satisfaction, as if he could see the war raging inside me. "Ah, you’re starting to understand now, aren’t you?” His voice was almost gentle, patronizing. “Ragnor has two choices: obey the King’s decree or lose you forever.” " What if he refuses?” Aetherin chuckled, his grip tightening. “Oh, Valkyrie, our little luna. Do you think I’d be dragging you through the mud just to have you tossed aside? No, no, my dear.” His smile widened. “You’re far too valuable for that.” I didn’t like the way he said that. “What do you mean?” “If Ragnor refuses to obey, you won’t simply disappear. You’ll belong to the King’s court.” "As what?”

Valkyrie The campfire crackled softly, casting flickering shadows along the tent walls. There were nature's sounds outside, the wind, the howling owl and any nocturnal creatures that began to move at night. But inside, there's only silent. "Why do you want to start a war?" I questioned abruptly, caressing my cold arms. Phanos didn’t answer right away. The golden glow of the fire danced in his eyes as he stared at the flames. He sat across from me, elbows resting on his knees with fingers loosely clasped together. “It’s not about wanting a war, Valkyrie.” His gaze lifted to meet mine. “It’s about needing one.” “No one needs war, Phanos," I argued, shaking my head. His lips curled, but there was no humor in it. “Tell that to the king.” “So you’d rather spill blood than find another way?” “There is no other way,” he said firmly. “The king has already chosen his path. I’m just making sure my people survive it.” I studied him carefully. The way his jaw tightened. The w

Valkyrie Phanos claimed me. There was no hesitation, no restraint left in him. The moment I surrendered, something inside him snapped—something raw, primal, unstoppable. His mouth devoured mine, his kiss so fierce and consuming that I forgot everything else. Ragnor. The war. The pain. Nothing existed beyond this moment, beyond the way Phanos’ body pressed into mine, pinning me against the rough bark as if he couldn’t stand even an inch of distance between us. His hands were everywhere—roaming down my sides, gripping my hips, possessive as they explored, daring as they teased. I moaned against his lips, and his answering growl sent a delicious shiver through me. “Say it again, Valkyrie,” he murmured, his voice like smoke and embers against my skin as he dragged his lips down my throat, claiming, tasting, marking. A sharp gasp tore from my lips as his teeth grazed over my pulse, not quite biting, but threatening to. “Say what?” I barely recognized my own voice—breathless, wr

ValkyriePhanos exhaled sharply and stepped back.“Enough for tonight. Go rest.”I blinked. “What?”“You heard me.” His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. “Tomorrow, we ride to the central camp. We need more warriors.”I hesitated. “Phanos, I—”He turned away before I could finish. “You need to be at full strength.”That wasn’t what I meant, but the exhaustion in his voice told me there was no point in arguing. Still, unease curled in my stomach.“Phanos.”He paused but didn’t look at me.“What if… what if this war isn’t the answer?” My voice was quiet, but the weight of my words hung heavy between us."Then what is?”I opened my mouth, but no words came. Because I didn’t know."Tell me, Valkyrie. What’s the alternative? Let the king rip apart lives? Steal mates? Decide our fates like we’re nothing but pawns?”“No… it’s not necessarily like that—”“There is no other way, Val.”“Yeah… but…” I struggled to imagine how much blood would be spilled in this game of power."And I