Semua Bab THE LUNA REBIRTH: REVENGE UNDER THE MOON: Bab 141 - Bab 150

The Eclipse hung heavy in the sky, a molten ring of fire casting an otherworldly glow across the sacred arena. The air was thick with anticipation, wolves from every pack gathered in tense silence. The ground beneath Iris’s bare feet burned faintly, the enchanted stones absorbing the celestial heat. She stood at the center of the Moonfire Circle, her golden and black eyes glinting under the eclipse’s light. Around her, ancient runes carved into the earth pulsed with the energy of countless trials held here before.The Moon Goddess’s voice whispered in Iris’s mind, soft and distant: “This is your crucible, my child. Only through fire can true strength be born.”On the opposite side of the arena, Lyra stepped forward, clad in obsidian armor. Her dark hair flowed around her shoulders like a river of night, and her own eyes shimmered with violet flame. Shadows twisted around her limbs, serpentine and alive.“You should’ve stayed dead, Iris,” Lyra sneered, her voice carrying easily in the

The Temple of Celestial Balance loomed ahead, its ancient spires disappearing into the swirling clouds above. Iris, Aiden, and Damon stood at the threshold, the air thick with anticipation and dread. The stones beneath their feet hummed faintly, as though the temple itself was alive and aware of the decision about to unfold.“This is the only way to sever Nadra from you,” Damon murmured, his amber eyes darting to Iris. “But we have to be prepared for the cost.”Aiden’s hand brushed against Iris’s, his jaw tight. “No cost is too great to free you from this curse.”Iris shook her head, a chill racing down her spine. “You don’t understand. This isn’t about me anymore. The Goddess said the ritual could either save us… or doom us all.”The three stepped into the temple’s sanctum, where a massive altar lay carved from obsidian and silverstone. Moonlight filtered through a fractured skylight, bathing the room in ghostly light. Etched into the walls were countless sigils, pulsing faintly as i

The astral plane stretched endlessly around Iris like a swirling sea of light and shadow. Here, reality and illusion merged, creating a disorienting battlefield where her mind, heart, and soul were laid bare. She floated, weightless yet burdened by a crushing presence, as two other figures materialized before her—Nadra, her corrupted soul fragment, and Lyra, possessed by the Shadow God Vaelor.Nadra's form rippled like a dark mirror of Iris, her golden eyes dulled to smoky amber, her body wreathed in black flames. “You can’t destroy me,” Nadra whispered, her voice hauntingly like Iris’s own. “I am you. The rage you suppressed, the pain you buried. Without me, you are incomplete.”On the other side, Lyra’s possessed form flared with terrible power. Vaelor’s presence emanated from her like a choking miasma. His deep, guttural voice echoed through Lyra’s mouth. “Child of the Moon, you think yourself strong? You are nothing but a vessel. Submit, and I shall grant you mercy. Resist, and I

The night sky wept. Silver beams of moonlight fractured through heavy clouds, casting an ethereal glow over the ruins of the battlefield. The air was thick with the stench of blood and ash. Wolves, battered and broken, limped across the clearing, their eyes glistening with grief. The twin marks on their wrists flickered faintly, as if mourning too.Iris stood still in the center of the devastation, her body shaking. The cold wind bit through her thin robe, but it wasn’t the chill that made her tremble—it was the hollow ache in her chest where Damon’s presence had once been. She could still feel the warmth of his last embrace, the weight of his sacrifice pressing against her soul.Her knees buckled, and she fell to the ground, her hands clutching the earth as if it could anchor her in place. The ground beneath her seemed to pulse in time with her grief. Aiden was at her side in an instant, catching her before she could collapse completely.“He’s gone,” she whispered hoarsely, her voice

The air was thick with anticipation, the faint hum of power vibrating through the earth as wolves from every corner of the world gathered in the sacred Circle of Ancients. The ground was etched with glowing lunar runes, pulsing in harmony with the fractured moon above. The celestial body hung heavy and ominous, its silver light fractured into beams of gold and shadow. Iris stood at the center of the Circle, the twin infants in her arms—one bathed in radiant light, the other cloaked in swirling darkness.Aiden was at her side, his hand gripping the hilt of his blade, eyes darting across the circle at the assembled alphas. Damon’s presence lingered like a phantom, his sacrifice still raw in the hearts of those who loved him. Selene’s voice echoed softly in Iris’s mind: “This moment defines all moments. The prophecy lives through your children.”The celestial scribe emerged from the mist—an ethereal being, neither wolf nor human, with skin like parchment and eyes glowing with stars. The