All Chapters of THE LUNA REBIRTH: REVENGE UNDER THE MOON: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The Veyari were gone—but their words clung like frost to Iris’s skin. Succession. The rise of something new. She stood in the center of the Ashen Grove long after the others left, her fingers brushing over the golden runes carved into the altar’s cold surface. Elian sat cross-legged a few feet away, staring at the vines that had begun to grow between the roots of the withered trees. The roots pulsed faintly, almost like veins beneath a sleeping creature. Iris turned to him. “What do you feel?” Elian didn’t look up. “Pressure. Something buried beneath us is breathing. Slowly.” “Do you think it’s this ‘One Beneath’ they mentioned?” He nodded. “And I think it’s waking up.” Scene 2: A Forbidden History Back at the packhouse, Iris convened the council in the restored library, beneath stained glass depictions of wolves and moons. Elder Marrok slammed a dusty tome down onto the table. “The Veyari haven’t been mentioned in any living history. But this book was hidden in th

Rain pelted the Cradle of Winds, turning the steep paths to slick stone. By morning, the air was heavy with mist and tension. Iris stood at the edge of the cliff, staring into the roiling clouds below. Elian sat in silence near the fire, steam rising from his soaked cloak. Aiden had taken the first watch, but he hadn’t spoken since the night before. They’d won, for now—but the cost of holding the second seal had drained them all. Elian broke the silence. “The storm isn’t natural.” Iris turned. “You sense it too? ” He nodded. “Something rides within it. Watching. Testing.” Aiden reappeared, sword sheathed and eyes narrowed. “Wolves. At the ridge. Four, maybe five.” “Hostile?” Iris asked. He gave a humorless smile. “Too quiet to be friendly.” Scene 2: The Storm Envoys The strangers approached under the cover of fog. Cloaked, silent, but clearly werewolves. Their leader—a tall woman with silver hair and piercing blue eyes—lowered her hood. “We mean no harm,” she said

The climb from the catacombs was long, and each step seemed to echo with the memory of the dead. Iris felt them—whispers of forgotten voices clinging to her soul, slipping through the cracks of her resolve like fingers of shadow. The cold stone under her boots carried weight, each step a reminder of how far she had come and how much further there was to go.Aiden said nothing. He walked beside her, his movements purposeful and vigilant, the sharp line of his jaw clenched in quiet concern. His hand never strayed far from the hilt of his sword, and his gaze flicked constantly to the shadows. The Temple had changed them both. But it had carved something deeper into Iris—a sense that destiny was no longer creeping toward her. It was sprinting.When they finally breached the ravine’s mouth, the sky had darkened unnaturally. A dull twilight lay draped over the land, despite the sun having risen hours ago. The forest looked warped beneath the half-light, and the air hung still, charged with

The path from Mount Ardran was long and grueling. The scorched rock eventually gave way to tangled forests and mist-draped valleys, where every step forward felt like a battle against the very air itself. Iris, Aiden, and Lyra walked in silence, their footsteps softened by loam and fallen leaves, their thoughts consumed by the trial they had just passed and the ones still to come. The fire trial had transformed something in Iris. The shard of flame now embedded within her mark pulsed with life, occasionally sending sparks racing through her veins. She could feel the power of the Guardian inside her, like a second heart beating in tune with the earth. But it was also a reminder that she was changing—becoming something more, and perhaps less, than the woman she once was. “It’s ahead,” Lyra said at last, breaking the silence. She pointed toward a range of jagged cliffs in the distance. “The Shrine of the Tempest lies carved into those sea-battered walls. Legend says no one reaches it

The air was alive with violence.Shards of stone rained from the ceiling as the Hollow Core collapsed around them. Iris shielded her eyes, the light of her mark flaring as she stumbled back from the chasm. Wind howled, not from nature, but from the awakening of something ancient and furious.“Lyra!” Iris screamed.But Lyra was no longer herself. Her body hovered inches above the ground, suspended in a veil of obsidian mist. Her eyes—once wary and wounded—now burned pitch black, eclipsed by an otherworldly force.The voice that had hissed from the shadows now poured from Lyra’s lips. “Three seals. Three marks. You believed you could be the only one?”Aiden grabbed Iris’s wrist and pulled her away just as a column of violet energy erupted from Lyra’s chest, splitting the altar in two.“We have to get out!” he shouted.“No,” Iris said, eyes wide with horror. “This is the trial. This is the betrayal the Goddess warned us about.”Lyra's body twisted unnaturally, her arms flaring with power